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JulianI’d been keeping my distance from Savannah for days now. Not in some moody, cinematic way. Just… enough space so I wouldn’t say something I’d regret or keep pretending that I was okay with any of this, with who she was turning into. I just wanted enough space so I could watch her without her noticing how much she was changing. Or maybe she did notice and just didn’t care, and that bothered me more than anything else.It wasn’t that I didn’t support her. I did. More than I probably should. But the version of her I saw walking around lately wasn’t the girl I met when all this began. She was sharper now, colder around the edges, and moving like someone who didn’t have time to feel anything unless it served a purpose. And the irony? She didn’t even realize it.So yeah, I stayed away. Not because I was mad, but because I didn’t want to be dragged into the mess she was becoming. But Savannah is the type of person who refuses to let anything sit unresolved. So of course, the moment li

SavannahI didn’t realize how much tension I had been carrying in my shoulders until I walked out of the boardroom earlier today. Being reinstated should have felt like a victory, or at least like some dramatic, triumphant moment. But instead, the victory felt quieter, almost like it didn’t exist. A small step forward rather than a loud celebration.Still, it was progress. And lately, that has been a language I’ve learned to appreciate.By afternoon, the sun had settled behind some thin clouds, casting a soft glow across my father’s office when I stepped in. He was sitting behind his desk, reviewing some documents, but the moment he looked up and saw me, his expression shifted into something gentler. Not overly warm, but steady, and grounded. The kind of look that made you stand up a little straighter without trying.“Savannah,” he said, gesturing for me to sit. “Come in.”I lowered myself into the seat across from him, bracing for questions, concerns, afraid he had heard about my rec

JulianThere are moments when the universe quiets down just long enough for you to think, Maybe I’m getting a break. And then it hits you with something so ridiculous, so perfectly timed, you almost want to applaud the comedic writing of your own life.That was me, standing in the hallway outside Clint’s office after our not-so-friendly exchange, trying to steady my breathing while replaying the image of Savannah in the middle of an actual shootout. I had told myself I’d walk away calmly. Maybe clear my head. Maybe buy coffee and pretend I still understood what direction my life was going.But internally? I felt like someone had dropped a grenade in my chest. Not because Savannah couldn’t handle herself, she proved she could. But because she shouldn’t have had to. Not with bombs going off in her family company. Not with people chasing her through dark alleys because she got tangled in some federal agent’s sketchy operation. She deserved something else entirely, normalcy, calm, a life

ClintFor as long as I’ve worked for the cartel, one thing was for sure, Melordy always traveled quietly, but her presence never landed softly. Even before her car pulled up to the warehouse, I could feel the shift in the air when I heard that she was coming to town. She had asked to meet me as soon as she arrived in the city at my office.I waited anxiously the whole day, and my nerves felt like they were on fire. This was not another routine visit, this was an investigation and I was afraid of what she might find.By the time she stepped out in front of my building, dressed in a fitted charcoal suit and walking like she owned every inch of concrete beneath her, I already knew this was trouble. Two assistants followed behind her, both younger and stiff with the kind of nervousness that only comes when you work under someone who doesn’t forgive mistakes. She barely acknowledged them as she reached me.“Clint.” Her voice was smooth and clipped.“Melordy.” I kept my expression neutral

ClintMelordy had already begun walking toward the exit, when she suddenly stopped and turned back slowly, as if something had just stitched itself together in her mind. I felt her eyes settle on me before she even faced me fully.She hesitated for a moment but then walked back into the room with a different energy this time, more focused, more suspicious, and sharper in that way that made people extremely nervous around her. “Clint,” she said, her voice low but heavy, “something isn’t adding up.”I stayed seated, forcing myself to breathe evenly. “What do you mean?”She took the chair opposite mine again, crossing her legs neatly. “Earlier, when we discussed Savannah’s access, you seemed… hesitant.” Her eyes narrowed. “Almost protective.”“She’s not built for this kind of scrutiny,” I replied carefully. “I just don’t want you to jump to conclusions based on rumors.”“That’s the thing,” Melordy said, leaning forward. “You’re the one who brought up the rumors. I never said she was a s