ログインChapter 7Serena — 1st PersonMy Dad let out a long and slow breath, the kind of breath that means he was deciding how much of the truth I actually get to have."I'm not lying to you," he said, which is exactly the kind of thing a person says right before they lie. "I knew an Eleanor once,a long time ago,before i knew your mother. It's not relevant to your job Serena, and it's not something I want to dig up over the phone.""Eleanor," I repeated in a much more quiet and serious voice, my back still pressed against the cold stairwell wall.The silence that answered me was worse than any word he could have said."Dad —" I said but he interrupted me before I could even finish what I was going to say."I have to go sweetheart, I love you. Congratulations again on the job." And then, before I could push any further, the line went dead, gentle and final, the exact tone he used when I was nine and asking too many questions about why Mom wasn't coming home from the hospital.I stood on that s
Chapter 6Damien — 3rd Person Damien Blackwood rarely allowed himself to be distracted during work, but the email sitting unread in his inbox refused to leave his mind. For eleven long minutes he stared at the subject line without opening it. It contained only his mother's name—Eleanor Blackwood—and had been sent by a man he had never heard of. There was no company logo, no professional signature, nothing to prove the sender was trustworthy.Everything about it suggested a scam.As the CEO of Blackwood Holdings, Damien had been warned countless times about people trying to exploit the family's reputation. Random emails, fabricated evidence, and emotional stories were common tactics used to gain money or influence. His first instinct was to delete it without another thought.Instead, curiosity won.The email itself was surprisingly simple. The sender introduced himself as Thomas Whitfield, an old family friend who was sorting through his late father's belongings, amo
Chapter 5Serena — frist Person Serena left Damien Blackwood's office with her composure intact,She forced herself to walk calmly through the hallway, keeping her back straight and her expression neutral until she was safely back on the strategy floor. Every instinct told her to turn around, march back into his office, and demand answers. She wanted to ask why her father's name had affected him so deeply,she wanted to know what had been inside the folder he had hidden so quickly. But years of self-control kept those questions locked behind her teeth.The moment she reached her desk, the mask slipped.She sat down and realized her hands were trembling. Quietly, she pressed them against her thighs beneath the desk, hoping no one would notice,she replayed the meeting over and over in her mind. Damien's reaction hadn't been normal,his answer had come too quickly, too sharply, as if he had rejected the truth before he had even thought about it. She had spent years working in s
Chapter 4Damien — third Person. “No.”The word left him before he'd decided to say it,which had never once happened to Damien Blackwood in a professional setting in his entire adult life,he watched her face for a reaction and hated that he could read the disbelief there as clearly as if she'd said it out loud.Serena didn't argue.She simply nodded and reminded him she would send the Whitmore presentation before three, her calm tone hiding the disappointment she made no real effort to conceal. She wasn't convinced by his explanation, but she was smart enough to recognize that pressing him further on her first day at Blackwood Holdings would accomplish nothing.She left his office with quiet professionalism, closing the door gently behind her.The silence she left behind was almost unbearable.Damien remained seated, staring at the closed laptop and the compliance file lying untouched on his desk. He had spent years negotiating billion-dollar deals, navigating corporate crises, and m
Chapter 3Serena — first person.“What does that mean?”,Serena asked.Serena hadn't intended to confront Damien,she had come to his office with one purpose: deliver the revised presentation and discuss the Whitmore proposal. But the image on his computer screen refused to leave her mind. Twice that morning she had seen her surname—Hart—on a confidential compliance file, and the way Damien had hurried to hide it both times made it impossible to dismiss as coincidence.Before she could stop herself, the question slipped out.She asked what the compliance flag meant.For a fleeting moment, Damien's composure cracked,It wasn't obvious enough for most people to notice, but Serena saw it. Something flickered in his expression before years of discipline buried it again. When he answered, his voice was calm, almost detached, explaining that every employee went through routine compliance screening. Sometimes surnames matched people who had previously dealt with Blackwood Holdings. Most of the
Chapter 2Damien — third PersonDamine saw the exact moment her eyes found the folder.It was open on the corner of his desk–a compliance printout he should have buried an hour ago, HART stamped across the top in block letters above a note he hadn't fully absorbed himself. Family name match: possible historical association,recommended review,he watched her gaze catch on it,watched the question start to form behind her expression,and reached over and closed it before she could read further,the motion so sudden it startled them both.“Paperwork,” he said. “Ignore it.”She didn't look convinced,but she also didn't push further for questions. He noted it and filed that, the way he filed everything useful about people the first week he knew them. “Slide six,”she said instead, “you wanted a rewrite in an hour.”“Yes,I did,” he watched her a moment longer than the conversation required. “ You have fifty minutes left of it.”The door closed softly behind Serena,leaving Damien alone wi







