FAZER LOGINSerena’s Point of View“Stop!”I almost yelled.Adrian’s hand froze over the cutting board.He slowly looked at me.“What?”“I want them cut into sticks, not cubes.”His eyes moved toward the pieces of bell pepper in front of him.Then back to me.“What is wrong with cubes?”“Cubes don’t match the noodles I’m cooking.”He frowned, looking back at the pieces of bell pepper.“Okay, then.”Surprisingly, he obediently grabbed another bell pepper and began cutting it into sticks.I couldn’t help but smile.The mighty CEO who always wanted everyone else to listen to him was following my instructions without a single objection.Like a good boy.How could I not smile proudly?I turned back to the pan.I always loved cooking for him.But cooking with him was different.The two of us squeezed into a kitchen that could be occupied by only one cook, bumping elbows every few minutes, arguing over how to cut bell peppers like it actually matters.I drained the noodles I had just boiled and put anot
Serena’s Point of ViewDid I want to go to some club with Noah?Absolutely not.Did I want to go out and have some fun with my team?Probably yes.Did I want to go to a club with Noah and my team?Honestly...I didn’t know.At least, I hadn’t known until I saw the expression on Adrian’s face.He hadn’t said anything.He didn’t have to.The moment Noah said,Tonight.Drinks are on me.Something in Adrian’s expression changed.And when Noah looked at me and added,And you too, tech girl.It became even worse.Maybe no one else in the room even noticed.But I knew him far too well not to notice even the slightest change in his expression.The slight tightening of his jaw.The way his eyes blinked differently.He didn’t want me to go.He really didn’t want me going to some club with Noah.Even if my whole team went with me.And somehow, I knew exactly why.He would never tell me not to go.He wouldn’t even ask if I was planning to go.And I knew if I decided to go anyway, he wouldn’t stop
Adrian’s Point of ViewDid you eat?When her message came, I had just finished a sandwich and a salad at my desk.So I replied.Yes.I didn’t ask if she had eaten.Because I already knew she had.She had gone to the canteen with her team.And I even knew what she had eaten.A healthy meal.Exactly like I’d told her to.Honestly...I had wanted to go to the canteen too.I wanted to see the woman I hadn’t seen the whole day.I wanted to check her hand myself instead of relying on her words to know it wasn’t painful anymore.I wanted to sit somewhere I could see her, just to make sure she actually finished what was on her plate.And if I had done that, maybe she wouldn’t have left more than half of her meal untouched like she did today.I let out a sigh.I had no idea what part Noah played in whatever master plan his parents had against me.Maybe none.Maybe he was just a harmless pawn who had no interest at all in anything his parents wanted.Or maybe he wasn’t that harmless after all.
Serena’s Point of ViewI stared at the man walking toward me so casually, as if the other people around us weren’t even there.The shirt that had been covered with a large coffee stain this morning was gone.He was dressed in a new, impeccably white shirt.However, despite the new shirt, the silly grin on his face was exactly the same as it had been this morning.“Hi... Noah.”With everyone staring at me, I couldn’t exactly pretend I didn’t know him.His grin widened.“You remembered me!”Of course I remembered him.It had only been a few hours since I poured half of my coffee all over him.Unless there was something seriously wrong with my memory, how could I forget?Everyone except me seemed very pleased to see this man.The man who had been the subject of their gossip just a few minutes ago was now standing right in front of them.Noah walked toward me and stopped right in front of my desk.Then, without even asking me anything, he sat on the edge of it.Yes.He fucking sat!“You h
Serena’s Point of ViewDid you apply something to your burned hand?I blinked, looking at the message I had just received from Adrian.I was so buried in work that I didn’t even know he had come to the office.But somehow, he had managed to find out about this too?I thought, looking down at my hand.The skin around my wrist was slightly red, but nothing painful.Mr. Watson must have told him.I let out a sigh.If Watson had told him about my hand right after he came to the office...What else did he tell him?Did he tell him that I spilled coffee all over his half-brother?That I talked with him?That he wiped the coffee from my hand?That he called me his first friend?And that he even asked for my number?Oh God!I stared at Adrian’s message again.Was he angry?Because I talked and laughed with Noah on the very first day he came to the office?I quickly typed.It’s not even painful now. Don’t worry.His reply came a few seconds later.I asked if you applied anything to it.I stare
Adrian’s Point of ViewThis morning.Of all mornings.Noah’s first day.I couldn’t be there when she got to work.If I’d had even the slightest chance of avoiding the meeting I’d been sitting in for almost three hours, I definitely would have.It wasn’t that anything could actually happen to her in a few hours of my absence.Not that Noah even knew who she really was to me to do her any harm.Still...I was nervous.I felt uneasy.I couldn’t give my full concentration to the meeting.I hated clients who couldn’t understand something directly and had to go around it ten times to understand one simple thing.This client was one of them and he was annoying the hell out of me.Still, he was a valuable client, and I couldn’t afford to lose him.Right after the meeting was over, I politely refused the client’s request to have a meal together, lying that I had another important client meeting, and left.On the drive back, I told myself there was nothing I had to worry about.Watson had his
Adrian’s Point of ViewI returned to the office after the meeting at 4Axis.There were documents waiting. There were always documents waiting.I went through one file, trying to read the figures carefully, but I wasn’t focused.My mind kept returning to the restaurant.To her.I hadn’t expected to
Serena’s Point of View“Sir… I didn’t realize you had arrived.”Marco’s tone shifted instantly into something respectful and polite as he stepped toward the table by the window.The tall man in the dark suit didn’t respond. He simply looked at the customer, his eyes completely emotionless.I turned
Serena’s Point of View“For table seven!”Lucy called from the kitchen, and I quickly picked up the tray.It was a Friday evening, my third day at Lena’s. With Lena suddenly ill, Marco was managing the restaurant, and the whole place felt slightly off.I made my way through the crowded tables.The
Serena’s Point of ViewFinding a place to stay wasn’t easy, and I didn’t have the luxury to be picky.After a few calls and visits, I finally found a room in a shared apartment.Fortunately, they only required the monthly rent as a deposit.The place was small, just enough for a bed, a table, and a







