STRAY DOG

Papers were scattered everywhere: notes from the meeting, HR forms I had received earlier in the day, and my own disorganised items. I moved slowly like a tortoise as I packed my things, slower than usual, my hands still unsteady from everything Martin had said.His voice bounced around in my mind. “Watch your back, Miss Stone.”I closed my laptop quickly so I could get out of this building. That’s when my door opened like a ghost had come in. I jumped like a scared cat scattering my things once again.Alex stepped inside without knocking, his tie still knotted firmly, jacket open, sleeves rolled halfway like he’d been fighting staff members or someone's partner somewhere else in the building. He stopped when he saw my face.“Damn, long day?” he asked, voice low, unreadable.I nodded. “You could say that.”He folded his arms. “How did it go?”I looked down at my hands. “It went....” I hated how weak that sounded. “They accepted the news gracefully.”He narrowed his eyes. “That

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I slipped into the back seat of the dark Rollys Royce car, my shoulders tense, my hands trembling around the straps of my handbag. The lights in the cars interiors flickered on softly, and I felt exposed, like the pale in my cheeks and the redness in my eyes were suddenly on display for everyone in front of me to see.The driver, calm and middle-aged with steady eyes, looked at me through the rearview mirror.“Ms. Stone,” he asked gently, “everything okay back there?”I forced myself to sit up straight even though my chest felt tight.“Yes,” I lied quietly. “Just a really long day. Please just take me home.”He nodded. “Of course, ma’am. Let’s do that immediately.”But the moment we pulled away from the curb, the air in the SUV felt like it thickened around me even though there was the air conditioner was on. I stared out the window, watching the streetlights blur into smeared streaks of lines. My thoughts kept spiraling—Alex’s cold voice, the argument, Tatiana’s name slipping from hi

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The office felt wrong the moment I stepped inside—too quiet, too still, like the building had been holding its breath for these past few days since I had fired good men and women. I keep my head down and grip my bag against my side, walking faster than usual.Ever since the night with the bodyguards… ever since Alex dismissed me, brushed me aside, and let Tatiana answer his phone… I’ve tried to keep my distance. To make sure things are safe and professional.No small talk that keeps us in the same room for too long. I was working hard to make sure we stuck to work matters only.As I reach the elevators, the glass doors hiss open behind me. I don’t need to turn to know who walks in, his perfume is unmistakable. Alex Blackwood.I shift slightly, just enough to make room without drawing his attention. When he approaches the elevator beside mine, we share the briefest nod that is stiff, formal, painfully polite.We don’t exchange any “Good morning.” Or a pleasant smirk. Just cold profe

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جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 53

STRAY DOG

INTERCEPT

SUBPOENA