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Bernice watched Rafael sign the documents and let out a deep, deliberative breath as her fingers curled tightly over the signed documents, triumphant in a way she could never have imagined feeling. She let her weight drop into a non-conciliatory frame as she regarded Rafael with non-eyes. "Thank you for finally signing," she said, firm and steady, without a hint of all that stretched between them like a storm cloud ready to break.But Rafael's eyes never warmed; instead, he stared-with this peculiar determination, some sort of challenge-as if to defy her to demur against what he had said. "You really think this is that easy?" he growled low and hoarse, almost intimidating. "I signed the papers, yes, but we are still not done here.” "There's nothing left to talk about, she said firmly. "Our relationship is… done, Rafael. You said so yourself. You made sure of that a long time ago."He shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line. "Is that so? So coming here didn't do anything to you

"You've noticed it too, haven't you?" Alexander's voice was placid but the tautness of his gaze betrayed his unease.Bernice looked up from the stack of papers she had been faking to read in the lounge of Rafael's company. "Noticed what?" she asked, but the sharpness told he surely knew exactly what Alexander meant.Alexander let loose a deep sigh and leaned back into the doorframe. "It's the black SUV across the street every morning, or some guy in the blue jacket showing up to the coffee shop, always with a newspaper but never turning the pages."Bernice stiffened. She went to the window and peered on to the morning street. "You are paranoid," she replied. the catch just a little in her voice.“Am I?" Alexander crossed the room and sat opposite her. Smoothing his voice, he weighed it as he said, "Bernice, this is no coincidence. We are being watched."Bernice laid the papers down, her hands shaking very slightly. "I figured that out already," she finally admitted. "I saw someone fol

"Don't lose them," Alexander growled low, his hands laid on the headboard of the car. "I am trying," Liam returned cheerfully, his eyes riveted to the black sedan ahead of them. It danced through the late evening traffic with quick grace, its movements casual but calculated."They are trained to handle this kind of situation," Bernice said briefly. "They see us as soon as we get a little too close."Alexander threw a quick glance in her direction, his jaw clenching. "That is why we keep our distance. If we lose them now, this will be all for nothing.""Relax," Liam shot back, more nasty than anything. "I have done this before."Alexander lifted an eyebrow up. "Oh, have you?""No," she said dryly. "But I have seen it in movies. How hard can it be?”Alexander couldn't help but bark a short, mirthless laugh. "Great. We're into Hollywood logic now."********Down a quieter street their car turned, the bright blinking lights of the city giving way to the soft glow of residential buildin

"You're avoiding Mr Fernandez, Bernice."Gabriel thundered in the large office as he handed her the heap of unsigned papers. Bernice sat at her desk, barely looking up, her pen tapping on a piece of paper which she hadn't written on in the last ten minutes."I am not avoiding anybody," she returned composedly, "I'm only trying to sort things out effectively."An eyebrow arched. "Effectively? Rafael's refusal to sign those says otherwise."Bernice let out a sharp exhalation; frustration bubbled just beneath the surface of her cool veneer as she looked down at the papers Gabriel set before her, all marked with glaring red tabs for signatures Rafael had withheld on purpose."He knows these are critical," she muttered mostly to herself.Gabriel nodded knowingly. "Which is precisely why he's stalling. He wants to see you, Bernice.”"I don't have time to play his games," she said shortly, though even within her own mind the words tumbling forth from her lips sounded a great deal more akin t

"We can't just sit here, Ethan! Can't you see what's going on?" Olivia's voice finally cracked as she paced the length of the penthouse, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. "Alexander isn't here for a business deal. He's here for us. For me!"Ethan sat on the couch, fingers tightly laced. His jaw clenched while he watched Olivia unravel. "We don't have proof of that," he replied carefully."We don't need any proof!" she snarled, whirling on him. "Use your eyes, Ethan. He's always around Bernice. He's charming you and you're blind if you think this is just about business.""Calm down," Ethan said, firm tone replacing the playful one, commanding. "Paranoia isn't going to solve anything. What do you want me to do? Take him out?" As if he didn't know, having done it lots of times before.”"Don't tempt me," Olivia muttered darkly, crossing her arms. "But no, that would be too messy. We need to be smarter than that."Ethan's eyes slitted. "Alright, what's your brilliant pl