LOGINNathans POV Anna didn’t move; she didn’t look away. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I steepled my fingers, resting them briefly against my lips, studying her… then slowly pushed myself to my feet. I walked toward her, closing the distance between us until we stood only inches apart. Anna, I called. Her breathing altered, barely noticeable Without thinking, I lifted my hand. My fingers brushed gently against her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear as my hand moved to cup her face Soft and careful, as if she might break. she leaned into it rubbing her cheek with her eyes fluttered slightly, her body relaxing into the warmth of my touch… like she had forgotten everything else, forgotten the anger, and the tension waiting in this room, suddenly she pulled away and stepped back like my touch would burn her if she stayed there any longer I let my hand fall slowly to my side, watching her as she moved past me slightly, no longer within reach. That… hurt more tha
Annas POV Jessie looked at me, the kind of look that asked a lot of questions without words. I shook my head lightly, forcing a small smile, as if to say it’s nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. I hadn’t even told Jessie the truth about my life… not fully. And I didn’t know if I ever would. Some things carried too much shame. Some memories clung to you in ways that words couldn’t explain. Silence felt safer than explaining a past I was still trying to escape. My phone rang, Nathan. I picked it up immediately. Jessie brushed my arm in a gesture of solidarity, "I'll be at my station," as she walked past me I nodded, turning slightly away, needing the space as I brought the phone to my ear. “Anna.” The sound of my name with his voice gave me a sweet, tantalizing calmness “I called you earlier, I even came by your office, but you were in a meeting.” “Yes, I must have left my phone behind. That won’t happen again… especially when it’s you calling.” A small sound escaped
When we finally got home, Jessie and I collapsed onto our separate beds, staring up at the ceiling in silence.My body ached from exhaustion, yet sleep refused to come. Every muscle in me felt heavy, but my mind wouldn’t slow down. Daniela’s bruised face kept flashing behind my eyes.Jessie groaned dramatically beside me.“God, I can’t believe I stayed awake the whole night,” she complained, dragging a pillow over her face. “Something I’ve never done before.”She turned her head toward me with narrowed eyes.“Who are you, Anna, that you’ve made me sacrifice my beauty sleep?” she added dramatically. “I swear… today might be the day I get fired, because right now I can’t move an inch.”Despite everything, a tired smile tugged weakly at my lips.“Come on,” I said, slowly sitting up. “Let’s go take a shower so we can get ready for work, and figure out how to help Daniela.”I tied my hair into a messy bun as I walked toward the bathroom. My eyes felt unbearably heavy, but I forced myself t
Anna's POV“Remember when we were about to leave his office that day… and he called me back?” Daniela said softly, looking at me.I nodded slowly, encouraging her to continue.“He said… If I wanted to know what he liked and how he wanted his design made, I should come see him. He said it would be his way of making up for how he treated us.”She swallowed hard, her voice trembling.“I didn’t think about it at first, Anna. Not even once.” She shook her head slowly. “But when our designs kept getting rejected… everything started to feel frustrating. I felt like I was failing, so I went to Martha. I asked her if it would be a good idea to meet him.”“And what did she say?” I askedDaniela gave a bitter laugh through her tears.“She said… If I wanted success, I should be willing to do anything to get it.”Jessie leaned back in her chair, shaking her head in disbelief.“Every single day that woman amazes me,” Her voice dripped with disgust.Daniela continued with her voice breaking.“She s
The thought still lingered in my mind as I walked straight toward the hospital’s front desk. “Hello,” I said with a polite smile as I approached the receptionist. “I would like to see Doctor Juliet, please.” The woman looked up from her computer, her expression neutral. “Are you a registered patient here?” she asked. For a brief second, I hesitated, trying to think quickly. “Not exactly,” I admitted. “But she was the one attending to my friend.” The receptionist nodded slightly and began typing on her computer. The soft clicking of keys filled the quiet space. After a moment, she stopped and looked back at me. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Doctor Juliet’s shift is already over for today.” My heart sank a little. “Could you try calling her office line?” I asked quickly. “Maybe she hasn’t clocked out yet.” The receptionist shrugged lightly and picked up the telephone. She dialed a number and waited. A few seconds passed. Then she lowered the receiver. “No answer,” she said. “You
“By who?” I askedShe swallowed.“Mr. Fourth.”The name felt poisonous in the air.Heat crawled up my spine.“Oh God,” I whispered, pulling her into my arms.Her body stiffened at first, then melted against me, shaking.“But how?” The question slipped out before I could stop it. Confusion crept across my face, disbelief fighting logic.She pulled back suddenly.“You don’t believe me?” she asked, tears flooding her eyes again. “Anna, please… don’t look at me like that.”Her voice cracked on the last word.Guilt punched through me.“No,” I said immediately, cupping her face gently despite the bruises. “No. That’s not what I meant.”“Shh…” I murmured, brushing my thumb lightly beneath her eye. “I believe you.”Her shoulders sagged with relief, but the fear didn’t leave.“What will I do now?” she asked, her voice smaller than I had ever heard it.I forced myself to steady, I didn’t know what to do either, but I knew one thing — I had to be strong for her.I had to think for both of us.Be
Daniela and I exchanged a glance before stepping inside.Behind a sleek white desk sat a woman in a fitted navy suit, her hair pulled back so tightly it seemed to stretch her patience with it. Her expression didn’t shift when we approached.“Good morning,” I began politely. “We’re from Sweet Body.
It had been two weeks since we measured Mr. Fourth.Two long, suffocating weeks.Every single design Daniela and I submitted was rejected.Not revised.Not adjusted.Rejected.I sat in the living room staring at the latest rejection email from my laptop, my jaw tight, not from fear, but from frustr
Jessie dragged through the glass doors of La Fiera one of the competitors to sweet body in rare designer clothes. The sky outside had turned a deep, velvet blue. The day’s excitement still hummed in my veins, the applause, the bonus alerts, and Nathan’s message. Jessie was in her element. She mov
Gina’s POVThe door to my office slammed so hard the frame trembled.I didn’t slow down as I stormed inside. The sales report was still clutched in my hand, crumpled slightly from the pressure of my grip.“This is ridiculous,” I snapped, tossing the papers across my desk. “Completely ridiculous.”I







