Todos los capítulos de Miss Brown, Keep It Down: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

By 11:45 a.m., Las Vegas was already shimmering with dry, relentless heat — the kind that clung to your skin and made every breath feel slightly heavier.Sebastian stepped out of the black town car and into the glossy, tinted-glass lobby of the Mason Equity Group — Nevada Division, briefcase in one hand, suit crisp, expression unreadable.The receptionist — a young man with a slightly panicked smile — jumped to his feet.“Mr. Mason! We weren’t expecting — I mean, of course, we’re honored. Ms. Vega is upstairs. I’ll just —”“Let her know I’m on my way up,” Sebastian said calmly, already crossing to the elevators.The doors closed behind him with a soft hiss. His reflection stared back from the mirrored walls — calm, composed… but his mind was already working. Numbers. Inconsistencies. Too many delays. Too much silence.Something wasn’t adding up in Vegas.---On the 14th floor, the moment the elevator dinged, he stepped into a wave of tension.Phones rang. People whispered. Someone nea

The sun filtered softly through the gauzy curtains of Katherine’s apartment, painting the walls with streaks of gold. The city below was already alive — faint traffic, distant sirens, and the occasional bark from a neighbor’s balcony dog. But up here, up in the apartment, it felt like they were suspended above it all. Sebastian stood barefoot by the window, still shirtless, his trousers loosely hanging from his hips. The phone in his hand cast a faint glow across his stern features as he scrolled through the headlines. “‘New York’s Golden Couple to Attend Charity Gala This Saturday’,” he read aloud with the dry tone of someone unimpressed by the poetry of the press. “Apparently, we’re ‘radiant and mysterious.’” From the kitchen, Katherine let out a sleepy laugh. “That’s just a fancy way of saying we didn’t stop to pose for the paparazzi.” She was wearing one of his crisp white shirts, the sleeves rolled up, the hem barely covering her thighs. Her hair was a messy bun of curl

The light streaming through the tall windows of the penthouse felt almost offensive.Katherine Brown blinked at the ceiling. It took her a second to remember where she was.Then it hit her.Sebastian’s bed.Sebastian’s city.Sebastian’s absence.She sat up sharply, the silk sheet slipping down her shoulders. The other side of the bed was perfectly made — untouched. Her heart thudded with something between confusion and fury.“Seriously?” she muttered, shoving her legs off the mattress and grabbing her phone.One missed call from Chloe. Two texts from her sister. Nothing from him.She hit the dial.Ring. Ring. Ring.“Mason.”His voice was clipped. Professional. Background noise buzzed — typing, murmurs, a printer.Her eyes narrowed.“Are you in the office?”“Yes.”A pause.“I didn’t want to wake you.”“How considerate,” she said, her tone sweet as venom.“Just curious — is that your new way of making amends? Leaving a woman in your bed while you go play Empire?”No answer.“Don’t worry

The first thing Katherine noticed was the light.Soft, golden, and filtered through linen curtains, it spilled across the bed like a whispered invitation to wake up gently. Her eyes blinked open, slow and heavy, her body still wrapped in the warmth of cotton sheets — and him. Or rather, the absence of him.She reached across the mattress, but the other side was cool.Empty.Then came the second thing — silence. Not the kind that felt lonely, but the kind that held the aftertaste of laughter, music, clinking glasses, and echoing footsteps. Her birthday. Her friends. Her people. Her noise.She sat up slowly. The sheets slipped from her shoulder as she exhaled, eyes drifting across the room.On the floor — her heels, tipped over like they’d danced too long.On the chair — the sleek dress she’d sworn she wouldn’t cry in.On the nightstand — a glass, faintly kissed with her signature red lipstick.And on the edge of the bed — a ribbon from one of the gifts.Still curled. Still glowing.She

The elevator doors slid open with a low chime, spilling them into the still-silent top floor.The space was nothing like the polished Mason Equity offices she knew — no sleek conference tables, no glass partitions, no polished chrome nameplates. Just bare concrete underfoot, the faint echo of their steps, and walls still stripped down to white primer. Morning light streamed in through floor-to-ceiling windows, flooding the open expanse with gold, catching in the dust that hung in the air like glitter.Katherine took it in slowly, hands tucked into the pockets of her navy dress, her heels clicking against the floor. “Feels… unfinished,” she said with a little smirk.“Because it is.” Sebastian stepped out behind her, the click of his shoes more deliberate. He was in a dark charcoal suit with no tie, sleeves rolled just enough to give him an edge of informality — the only sign that this wasn’t a boardroom visit. In one hand, he carried a sleek leather folder, the kind she’d seen during h