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Serena's POVAlexa froze, a chill gripping her. "M‑me?" she stammered, the syllables stumbling out. "You mean… I’m… the MD?”“Yes, " I answered, my voice firm. "You’ve shown yourself to be reliable, diligent and trustworthy. This company needs people like you.”Her lips unfurled in disbelief. She seemed to hover as if the very ground had slipped away beneath her feet.Damien, the picture of efficiency had already unrolled a pile of documents. "If you’ll just sign here," he said, sliding the stack toward her.Alexa lingered in a heartbeat , her eyes catching mine. I answered with an encouraging nod. In a mechanistic rhythm she lifted the pen and traced her name.When she finally wrapped it up Damien's lips curved into a smile. "Congratulations, Managing Director.”The board members nevertheless were clearly displeased.“This is absurd!" one of them blurted. "She’s not even remotely qualified for this role—she has no experience."“She’s barely been with the company for two years!" anoth

Vincent’s POVI perched in the conference room, my fingertips idly drumming a rhythm against the tabletop. The clock perched on the wall clanged out its ticks, a rhythm. A solid thirty minutes had ticked away since I stepped in and the Managing Director remained a phantom.I’d been patient—God knows I’d lingered long for this deal to finally close and now this delay was stretching my patience to its breaking point. The documents lay ready, the terms had already been ironed out. The only thing left was to slip a signature onto the page.I slumped back into my chair, an exhale tearing out. "What the hell is taking so long?" I muttered low audibly. The boardroom’s silence pressed in, thick and suffocating.After ten minutes of waiting the last strand of my patience snapped. I rose to my feet, brushed the crease from my suit jacket and stepped into the corridor. The secretary at the desk lifted her eyes in an instant startled.“Excuse me," I said, voice clipped. "Does the Managing Dire

Alexander's POVI ended the call with Vincent and let the phone drop to my lap, a slow smile spreading across my face. The kind of smile that had been foreign to me for years, light, almost boyish. There was something oddly satisfying about being the one to drop that bomb on him. After everything he had done, all the torment, all the manipulation… telling him the truth felt almost like justice served on ice.Darla glanced sideways at me from the driver’s seat, her brows arched. “Okay, what is that smile? I’ve never seen that one before.”I rolled my head toward her, still grinning. “Vincent called me.”She blinked. “And that made you smile? Vincent? Your father Vincent?”I laughed. I couldn’t help it. “Yeah. Strange, right?”“Very strange,” she said, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. “Because nothing about that man should ever make you smile. So either you’ve finally snapped or something insane just happened.”“Oh, something insane definitely happened.” I sat back, resting my arm on

Alexander's POV“And you don’t want her to know you’re here unless you know why she’s here first,” Darla said, summarizing my thoughts.“Exactly.”She blew out a breath. “Alexander, I’ll be honest with you. Serena is unpredictable. If you keep hiding, it might blow up in your face later.”“I’m aware,” I said. “But if Serena is connected to Sunderland in any way, business or otherwise, I need to know first. I don’t want to interrupt whatever she’s trying to do. Not yet.”Darla walked closer, lowering her voice slightly. “You think she might be connected to Diamond company?”“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I can feel something off. Serena doesn’t just travel. She’s not the type to show up randomly in another city without a damn good reason.”Darla hummed. “You two haven’t seen each other since her birthday right?”“Yes,” I said quietly. “But I have spoken to her on the phone since then."“And you think she came here because of Damien?”“I think Damien knows why she’s here,” I corrected

Alexander's POVI chuckled lightly. “You’ve been giving me pep talks a lot lately.”“Because you need them,” she said simply. “You carry too much alone.”We stepped out of the car, and the cold air hit my face. Sunderland weather always had a sharp edge to it, an edge that reminded you not to get too comfortable.Inside Novatech, the receptionist immediately recognized Darla, she always made an impression, and then looked at me with a polished professional smile.“Mr. Alexander. Welcome. The board is expecting you.”We were led into a conference room on the twenty-first floor. The room was bright, modern, all glass and chrome with a large digital screen displaying the Starlight–Novatech preliminary agreement.Seeing my company’s name displayed next to theirs made something stir inside me. Not arrogance. Not greed. Something more purposeful.This was only the beginning.The Novatech executives entered, four men and one woman, all sharp-eyed, all analyzing me from the moment they stepp