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CHAPTER 12- ALWAYS WORK

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Celeste glanced between us. For the first time since she'd arrived, she looked like she wanted to be somewhere else.

"I should go upstairs," she said quietly.

"Good idea," I said.

She looked at Dominic once — just once, a look I couldn't fully read, then walked toward the guest room. I waited until I heard her door click shut before I turned back to my husband.

The silence between us had weight. He loosened his tie, slow and deliberate, like he was buying himself a few seconds. "Amara—"

I held
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  • Too Late Mr SINCLAIR    CHAPTER 12- ALWAYS WORK

    Celeste glanced between us. For the first time since she'd arrived, she looked like she wanted to be somewhere else."I should go upstairs," she said quietly."Good idea," I said.She looked at Dominic once — just once, a look I couldn't fully read, then walked toward the guest room. I waited until I heard her door click shut before I turned back to my husband.The silence between us had weight. He loosened his tie, slow and deliberate, like he was buying himself a few seconds. "Amara—"I held up my phone. "The dinner." His jaw tightened. "I know.""You knew about it." I kept my voice level, which cost me more than it should have. "And you cancelled twenty minutes before we were supposed to leave.""Something important came up."I laughed — a short, hollow sound that surprised even me, because there was nothing funny about it. "Something important always comes up, Dominic.""That's not it Amara." He said."No?" I crossed my arms, a small, instinctive gesture, like bracing for impact.

  • Too Late Mr SINCLAIR    CHAPTER 11- THE THING HE DIDN'T SAY

    I barely slept after Diana's call. Long after we hung up I sat in the dark living room turning the same sentence over and over like something I couldn't put down.“Someone connected to that company specifically requested information about you.” Diana's words kept coming back.Not Dominic or the merger. Me.I reached for explanations the way you reach for something in the dark — blindly, hoping. Maybe Diana had misread it. Maybe there was a simple reason that would make all of it collapse into nothing.But every time I'd convinced myself I was overreacting, something happened to prove I wasn't. I had stopped trusting the voice that said ‘you're imagining this.’ That voice had been wrong too many times.By morning my head ached and I was no closer to solid ground.Dominic was at the island when I came downstairs — tablet already in hand, already somewhere else. He glanced up."Morning.""Morning." I said.No kiss, no asking how I slept or how I'm feeling. Nothing that acknowledged I wa

  • Too Late Mr SINCLAIR    CHAPTER 10- THE CONNECTION

    The problem wasn't who Celeste worked for. It was who was behind her. The phone rang just after midnight. I was still awake — sitting in the dim living room with the baby monitor on the cushion beside me, Luca's soft breathing the only thing keeping the silence from feeling completely suffocating. When Diana's name lit up the screen I answered immediately, because Diana didn't call at midnight for nothing. What I wasn't ready for was the way she sounded. Not her usual brisk, get-to-the-point self. She was careful and controlled. Like someone carrying something fragile and walking slowly. "Diana," I said quietly. "What did you find?" "I checked Celeste's company," she said. "Then I checked it again from a different angle. Then I checked it a third time because I didn't trust what I was seeing the first two." Something cold moved through my chest. "And?" "It's not what it looks like on the surface." I leaned forward, pulling my knees in slightly without noticing. "She said it w

  • Too Late Mr SINCLAIR    CHAPTER 9- WATCHING QUIETLY

    I stopped defending myself and started paying attention. It happened without announcement, without a conscious decision I could point to. Just a morning where the exhausting work of explaining myself to people who had already made up their minds felt suddenly, completely pointless. Like trying to fill a container with a hole in the bottom — effort, and effort, and nothing held. So I stopped. And the moment I did, everything sharpened. Dominic left early again. He barely looked up from his phone while Luca reached toward him with both hands — that open, hopeful reaching that asked for something so simple and never quite got it. "Dada," Luca babbled. Dominic paused. Glanced down. Produced a smile that didn't travel past his mouth. "Busy today," he said, and he was already walking before the sentence was finished. I watched him go and said nothing. That moment should have hurt less by now. It didn't. It landed in the same quiet place it always did, like a stone dropped into sti

  • Too Late Mr SINCLAIR    CHAPTER 8- THE FIRST INSULT

    The office door opened and my heart jumped into my throat. Dominic stepped into the hallway — shirt sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, exactly as he always looked. For one ridiculous second, just seeing him standing there normally felt like relief. Then I remembered why I was in this hallway at half past midnight. He looked from my face to the closed door behind him. His expression barely shifted. "What are you doing awake at this time?" Not hello. Not an explanation. Just a question with an edge underneath it, like I was the one who needed to explain myself. I folded my arms. "Well…I could ask you the same thing." His jaw tightened. "We were working, Amara." We? The word landed wrong — not because it was inappropriate, but because of how easily it came out. Comfortable and practiced. "We?" I said. "Celeste and I." The mild patience of someone explaining something obvious. "There's a merger happening, Amara." "I know there's a merger happening." "Then what's the problem? Why s

  • Too Late Mr SINCLAIR    CHAPTER 7- A WOMAN'S INSTINCT

    The doorbell rang just as Luca finally drifted off. I checked the camera on my phone — eyes closed, fists loosened, fully gone, and crossed the apartment before the bell could ring again. Nina swept in with two shopping bags and enough energy to power the building. "Tell me you haven't been crying." "Hello to you too." "I'm serious." She shut the door and looked me over. "You look tired." "I have a four-month-old." "You look emotionally tired." "There's a difference?" "A huge one. One requires sleep. The other requires therapy and possibly violence." She dropped the bags on the island and started pulling out containers. "I brought food because I know you forgot lunch again." "I had lunch." "When?" I opened my mouth, then closed it. Nina pointed at me, triumphant, and I laughed — the first real laugh all day. We'd known each other since university. Loud, opinionated, completely incapable of minding her own business. That combination had saved me more times than I could

  • Too Late Mr SINCLAIR    CHAPTER 6- TOO COMFORTABLE

    "About the conversation we had last month." I thought about her words. I waited for the rest of that sentence the night before. But Celeste had only smiled and said, "Actually, never mind. Ask him yourself. I don't want to start anything." Then she had gone to bed, leaving the words hanging in the

  • Too Late Mr SINCLAIR    CHAPTER 5- CELESTE VANE

    I spent most of the afternoon trying to talk myself out of how I felt. People hosted business associates all the time. Dominic ran a billion-dollar company — meetings happened, partnerships happened, important people traveled and needed somewhere to stay. None of that was strange. I told myself t

  • Too Late Mr SINCLAIR    CHAPTER 4- THE EMPTY CHAIR

    I stared at the receipt until the numbers blurred. Two entrées. Two desserts. A bottle of wine. The total sat at the bottom like something written in a language I understood far better than I wanted to. There had to be an explanation. Dominic was a CEO, he ate dinners like this with clients all th

  • Too Late Mr SINCLAIR    CHAPTER 3- JUST A COLLEAGUE

    Every time I closed my eyes I saw that name, glowing on a dark screen, sharp as a paper cut. Celeste Vane. A name I had never heard in my life. A name that shouldn't have mattered at all. And yet it sat in my chest all night, refusing to leave. By three in the morning Dominic was asleep beside me

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