MasukHis Version MARCUS's face filled the screen and his rehearsed guilt stricken face looked real that even Elena would have been moved to pity him. The interviewer, a woman in her sixties, leaned toward him with the body language of a sympathetic ear. "Mr. Brooks," she said. "Thank you for coming forward. I understand this has been an incredibly difficult time for you." "It has," Marcus said. His voice was low and measured. "I want to start by saying that I do not do this lightly. I am a private man. I have never sought this kind of attention." He paused in the way of someone who had been told to pause for effect. "But I feel like I have no choice. Because the story being told about me is not the truth." Elena sat very still on the sofa while Eamon's hand was still over hers. She could feel his stillness, controlled and contained, the way he was when something was costing him considerably and he was not going to show it. "What would you like to tell us?" the interviewer asked.
The News "I could speak with the judge..." Eamon offered, but Elena was quick to decline his help. "That will only make things worse." They stopped talking once Evan ran out from the house to come greet them before they stepped inside after work. "Hey buddy!" Eamon lifted Evan in his arms and held him closely. "How was school today?" "Just fine." He shrugged. "My friend Samuel said he went fishing with his dad. Can we go fishing too?" He looked at Eamon and ignored his mom entirely. "Well..." Eamon pretended to think. "I'll think about it for a while. How about that? I'll give you my response when I'm done speaking to your mom, okay?" That was when Evan looked up at her and waved towards her. "Hi mom." He smiled cheekily before jumping down Eamon's body and rushing back into the house as if he had a serious business to do. "Where did we stop?" Elena glanced at Eamon quietly after they had watched Evan sprint into the house. "The board?" Eamon offered. "Yes, the board." Elena
Choose MICHELLE laid the folders out as if she was about to give a speech, and her voice didn't shake in Eamon's presence. "The board has been discussing ways to address the press narrative surrounding your appointment," Michelle began, "The consensus is that the most effective response is demonstration rather than statement." "What does that mean?" Elena cleared her throat slightly as she asked in a pleasant tone. "Meaning we put you in front of the industry," Michelle said. "Visibly. Credibly. In a context that has nothing to do with Mr. Valerius and everything to do with your professional capabilities." She opened the first folder and turned it toward Elena. "The International Technology and Finance Summit. It is the largest gathering of tech industry professionals in the region. There will be ten thousand attendees with a major press coverage." She paused. "The board has selected you to represent Lunaris as a keynote presenter." Elena looked at the folder and did not bat an ey
Evan's Name "TELL me the rest," Elena said after pacing around the office in deep thought. She was standing very straight in her new office with Kemi on the phone and Eamon watching her from two feet away. "Is it even legally possible?" Elena asked. "To call someone unstable in a divorce petition? Can he actually do that?" "Unfortunately, yes," Kemi said. "A counter-claim of mental instability is a legitimate legal strategy, particularly in proceedings where the petitioner's judgment and reliability are relevant to the outcome." She sighed in exhaustion. "It is difficult to substantiate without strong evidence, which is why the nightmare documentation concerns me. If he can show a pattern of psychological distress with supporting records, a judge will at minimum be required to consider it." "He is trying to make me look like I cannot function properly," Elena said. "Yes," Kemi said. "But Elena, that is not the most concerning thing I need to tell you." Elena pressed her fingers
The Back DoorTHE Finchley wing was quieter than Elena's old office. She had not expected that. She had expected it to feel like a demotion rendered in architecture, smaller, dimmer, further from everything that mattered. Instead it was a decent-sized room with one good window that faced east, which meant morning light, and walls that were far enough from any open plan area that the background noise of other people working was reduced to a pleasant hum rather than an intrusion.She unpacked immediately and placed her things to decorate her new office. Plant on the windowsill. Documents in the drawer. Laptop open and logged in. The signed copy of Kemi's petition confirmation on the left side of the desk where she put things she needed to see.Michelle had deposited her here with the efficiency of someone completing a task and had left without ceremony. Elena sat at her new desk and thought about the text.*Follow Michelle's instructions regarding the office move. Trust me.*She had bee
The MoveTHIS was the second time this week that this was happening. Elena getting shut out from Eamon's office when Michelle butted in. This time, she could barely hold the feeling that was curling up in her chest. Bright and hot jealousy, especially with how short Michelle had worn her dress today. Elena walked down the corridor away from Eamon's office and told herself she was not thinking about what was happening inside it.But she was thinking about it...She took the elevator to her floor and sat at her desk and opened her laptop and stared at the screen for some seconds before closing it again. The image of Michelle leaning across the conference table, the practiced warmth of her body language, the way she had looked at Eamon with the particular attention of a woman who had decided something and was in the process of executing it, was sitting in Elena's chest in a way that she could not fully comprehend, but she knew it.Jealousy.She admitted that it was present, inconvenient,
Cracks Beneath the RoofMARCUS lounged on the edge of the couch, one ankle resting on his knee, the television blaring some late-afternoon sports recap he wasn’t really watching. His neck was now less painful from the grip of his wife's boss, some balm had done that. His phone buzzed in his palm,
Whispers in the HallABOUT thirty minutes later or there about, they were done.Elena gently placed her napkin on the table, her appetite long satisfied, while Eamon sat opposite her exactly as he had throughout the meal— untouched plate, untouched drink, untouched hunger. He hadn’t taken a single
When the Past Refuses to Sign Away Its PowerELENA lifted the phone to her ear, her fingers tightening slightly around it as the call connected.“Hello?” she said, keeping her voice steady.“Mrs. Brooks— sorry, Ms. Elena,” her lawyer corrected himself quickly. “I just left Marcus’s residence.”Her h
When the Past Finally BreaksELENA looked at him as though he had spoken in another language.“Divorce?” she asked, her eyes widening.“Yes, babe,” Eamon replied calmly, but firmly. “A divorce… and a legal claim on Evan. That would put a final hold on all of this.” He leaned forward slightly, resti







