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Clarence's POV. Kristiana was long gone but her words still lingered in my mind; not her offensive words as I had discarded them, but instead, Julian’s sacrifice. Groping my way towards the wall, I placed my back against it with my eyes tightly shut. “Julian." I mumbled, momentarily forgetting the scandal and all of my troubles. When he didn't give me an immediate response when I initially requested his help, I concluded that he didn't want to help me. Since then, the thought had been lingering in my head and so whatever he did, I always attributed it to his reluctance in helping me at first. Unknowingly to me, he was weighing the options. “I'm sorry, I badmouthed you earlier without realizing you were planning on going all extra mile for me.” I spoke like we were having a one on one conversation. For more than half an hour, I remained in the same position. At intervals, I would hear the sound of approaching footsteps, a halt and then receding footsteps. The next tim

Damon’s POV. It was supposed to be a regular, laid-back evening. Just a couple of beers, catching up with an old friend, letting the hours slip by without any real sense of urgency. The kind of night where you sit back, talk about the old days, complain about work, and laugh at things that only make sense when you’re a few drinks in. But then, out of nowhere, my friend’s expression changed. He pulled out his phone, eyes gleaming with something that wasn’t just casual interest. It was that look people get when they’re about to drop a bombshell. “Hey,” he said, holding up his phone. “Did you hear about this illegal loan scandal? It’s all over the news. Apparently, your ex-wife Clarence’s company is involved.” I blinked, not quite understanding what he was saying. Clarence? Caught up in something like that? It felt like he was talking about someone else. Clarence was many things—conniving, ambitious, a master manipulator—but reckless? It didn’t sound like her. It didn’t make sense. “

Clarence’s POV. I was so pissed off with the encounter I had with Damon who had posed as investors just to try to mock and walk all over me. I was so angry that I decided to bury it since I was resuming work after so many weeks. Luckily his plan had failed because Julian had cleared the false rumors. I was glad I didn't share about his reach and his wanting to help the company with any other person including Julian. I wouldn't have known how to face him. On arrival at the company premises, I threw away what transpired between me and Damon. He didn't deserve my anger. Olivia was the first person I saw as always and she was wearing a smile which I returned. “I'm so happy you are back now." She said, pulling me into a hug. “Thank you." I replied, pulling away from her. Side by side, we made our way to the elevator. From the corner of my eyes, I could see her casting glances at me. “You have something to say to me?" I nudged her. "Nothing.” She replied, forcing a smile at m

Julian’s POV. Kristina’s eyes were wide, her face inches from mine, her breath uneven. I swallowed hard, the tension hanging between us. She was waiting, her lips parted, her eyes searching mine for something I didn’t want to give. “Kiss me,” she said again, her voice a shaky command. I felt trapped, cornered by her desperation. Every instinct in me screamed to pull away, to put as much distance between us as possible. But she was trembling, her hands clenching the fabric of my shirt, her nails digging into my skin as if I might disappear if she let go. I could feel the sting of her tears against my skin, and for a brief, awful moment, I thought of Clarence lying in that hospital bed. Her skin flushed and her breathing was shallow. The way she had looked at me when she woke up, surprised that I was still there. “Julian,” Kristina whispered, pulling me back to the present. “Please.” I couldn’t keep standing there, staring at her, letting the silence speak for me. I leaned forwar

Clarence’s POV. The next mornings were filled with a lot of emails, phone calls, and endless notes scattered across my desk. Since I was promoted as the general manager and took over the fashion line, every day felt like a race against time, a constant effort to prove I could handle this, and that I deserved the promotion. That wasn’t just a mistake Julian had to fix. Today was no different. A crucial meeting with the design team was scheduled for nine am sharp, and as usual, I was running late. I shoved a stack of folders into my bag, grabbed my phone, and practically sprinted to the elevator. The doors were just starting to close when a hand shot out, stopping them. I looked up, my pulse already racing, only to see Julian stepping in. He said nothing, just a curt nod before pressing the button for the top floor. The air felt heavy as only the both of us were caught in the elevator, it was almost suffocating. We stood there in silence, the tension between us palpable. He was