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CHAPTER ONE- AIDEN'S INTERVIEW

Aiden Shaw entered the building, that was the great VanDermere Global. He walked in and went directly to the elevator. It dingled as some employees stormed out.He then entered into the elevator and press the button for floor 78... As of then the nervous body kicked in, he adjusted his collar in the elevator's mirror, acting like he didn't see the sweat soaking through. VanDermere Global. The name alone held so much weight. One of the most prominent and powerful design-consulting empires in the world. You just don't apply to work there. You aspire to. Dreamed of it in dorm rooms. Fought for it in boardrooms. Bled for a shot at this exact moment.Now here he was.He shifted the leather folder in his hands, his portfolio, resume, references… and tried possibly not to think about how many sleepless nights went into it. His mother's hospital bills are already pulled up and waiting for him. Rent was already two months overdue. If this didn't work out…He didn't let the thought finish.The

CHAPTER TWO- THE PLACEMENT

Three days later, Aiden sat on his couch, with his laptop open and sitting on the center table. Cold coffee forgotten at his side. He didn't move for hours.He was lost in thought, thinking about the interviews in his head a hundred times. Every answer, every glance, every syllable that occurred between him and Julian Vince.“There was something off about him, not only his stare, or the way he speaks like he read your file and your soul.” He thought to himself. It must be the stillness, like he didn't blink unless it was calculated.And he knew things he shouldn't. Aiden hasn't told anyone about his hesitation to submit the application. So how the hell…His phone buzzed.He stretched towards the center table.VANDERMERE GLOBALSUBJECT: JUNIOR EXEC PLACEMENT His chest was heavy.He picked up the phone and clicked. >Dear Aiden Shaw We're pleased to offer you a position in the VanDermere Global Junior Executive Program. You have been placed in a Strategic Brand Development team under

CHAPTER THREE- THE FIRST TEST

The next morning. Aiden arrived early, even earlier than Clarissa.It was still quiet on the floor–no footsteps, no chatter. Just the low hum of systems coming to life and the early sun that made the marble glow yellow.He liked it that way. Empty. Clean.Uncomplicated.He powered up his desk and scanned through the files. Nothing added overnight, but his gut said something was coming. Julian hadn't called him again after yesterday's brief exchange. But something in a way he watched–without watching; left Aiden restless. Anticipating.By 9.00 am, the office was full. Clarissa moved like a ghost in heels. Carter flirted his way past Aiden's desk.At 9.30 am, the door opened. Julian Vince walked in with his usual perfect silence.Tailored charcoal suit. Black tie. White shirt, well-ironed and crisp. He didn't carry anything, but he never did.He gave no greetings, just went straight into his office. The glass door clicked shut.Five minutes later, it opened again.“Shaw." He said withou

CHAPTER FOUR - THE SUBMIT

The investor summit was held in a private glass hall perched over the Hudson. The kind of space that made people feel powerful just for breathing its air.Aiden had never seen so many suits that probably cost more than his student debt. Everything was glittering. The walls, the guests, the wine.Julian arrived in silence, as always. Dressed in black this time. No tie. Just an open collar and that same cold command in his posture. He moved through the crowd, and he didn't bother looking at anyone. But people were looking at him.Aiden watched from afar, resisting the urge to adjust his jacket again, for the fifth time.Clarissa leaned towards him.“He just hates these things,” she whispered. “But he never shows it.”“I can't say for sure if this is impressive or sad to be honest.”She gave him a brief smile. “Maybe both.”Julian turned slightly. “Shaw.”Aiden straightened. “Yes, sir?”“You’ll shadow the Sonder pitch. Observe. Take mental notes.”“Got it.”“And stay silent unless I tel

CHAPTER FIVE - AFTER TOUCH

The next morning, Aiden arrived before sunrise.Again.He needed the quiet. Needed space to think. Not about campaign deadlines or investor briefs, but about Julian. And that moment on the balcony.The touch.It hadn’t been accidental. It hadn’t been casual. It lasted just much longer than it should have. A second too long for someone as calculated as Julian Vince.And now?Now Julian was pretending it hadn’t happened.The man had walked into the office forty minutes after Aiden, brushed past his desk without a word, and sealed himself into his glass room like nothing had shifted between them. Like nothing had passed between skin and bone last night on that balcony.Fine. Aiden could pretend too.He buried himself in the Sonder rollout plan. Organizing pitch slides. Cleaning visual mockups. Every now and then, he caught his reflection on the screen, tension drawn across his jaw, the frown between his brows.By 10.30am, Clarissa dropped a folder on his desk.“He wants you in the confer

CHAPTER SIX- LINES

By Thursday morning, the office air felt sharper. Not colder–just tighter. Like something had shifted in the atmosphere, even if no one said it out loud. Julian hadn’t spoken to Aiden all day. He hadn’t called him in. Hadn’t made any comments about the mockups or the internal review pitch. He just remained sealed inside his glass office, expression unreadable, answering emails like nothing existed outside of deadlines and data. Fine. Two could play silence. Aiden focused hard on the Sonder pitch deck. The visuals were stronger now–bolder contrasts, rawer texture. He’d taken Julian’s words to heart: push tension. Make them feel something. He was doing exactly that. Still, his mind refused to stay quiet. It kept replaying Julian’s words from the night before. > “If you don’t, I won’t.” The implications were still crawling under his skin. Why say it? Why not act on it? What was he holding back? Aiden wanted answers. But he wasn’t going to beg for them. At exactly 11:00 a.m.,

CHAPTER SEVEN - EXPOSURE

Monday came with too much noise.The boardroom buzzed with execs and interns alike, coffee machines hissed like steam engines, and Julian was already two floors deep in a brand risk assessment meeting before Aiden had even sat down.But none of that mattered.Not really.Because the only thing Aiden could think about was the elevator, the archives, and the moment that almost happened. The weight of Julian’s forehead against his. The burn of his touch.And the fact that they’d both let it go.He hadn’t seen Julian since. Not in any real way. They’d exchanged two emails; sharp, professional. No emotion. No memory.Julian had returned to his full armor.Aiden tried to do the same.—The pitch to the Sonder board was scheduled for 3:00 p.m. sharp.By 2:30, the top floor was pure tension. Executives aligned in silent rows like chess pieces. Everything had been rehearsed, polished, pre-approved.Julian stood at the center, dressed in navy and black. Calm. Powerful. Unshakable.Aiden sat jus

CHAPTER EIGHT - FRACTURE

The office felt different the next morning.The air felt different, like the walls had heard too much—like the silence was talking back.Clarissa didn’t look at Aiden when she passed him a revised strategy brief.Carter muttered something under his breath to a designer near the elevators, and both of them laughed. Quietly. Not too obvious. But Aiden felt it.Julian didn’t show up until almost noon.He walked out of the elevator like his usual self. On his black suit; no hint of what had happened between them. No trace of the man who once looked at Aiden like he was the only thing that mattered in that room. He then walked past without a glance.Aiden stared after him, stomach feeling heavy.> Zane knew.Zane had seen them. Not kissing. Not touching. But it didn’t matter.He’d seen enough.And now… so had everyone else.—At 1:00 p.m., Aiden was called to the 41st floor.He didn’t need to ask what it meant.That floor belonged to the executive board.He rode the elevator up in silenc

CHAPTER NINE - STORMFRONT

Tuesday morning came like a knife through silk.Aiden sat at his desk, surrounded by people pretending not to look at him.No one said anything out loud. But silence—weaponized silence—was louder than any rumor.Clarissa didn’t meet his eyes. Carter avoided him altogether.Julian was locked behind his glass office. Again.This time, though, he didn’t look composed. He looked… strained. Like something was fraying behind his shirt collar, and no amount of tailoring could hold it together anymore.Aiden hadn’t slept.Had barely changed clothes.He wasn’t sure if he was still fighting to stay, or just waiting to be told to leave.By noon, the email came.> Subject: URGENT: Compliance Discussion – ImmediatePlease report to Floor 41.This is a mandatory meeting.—HR Dept.—Floor 41 again.The glass conference room. The silence. The clean coffee cups no one drank from.Julian wasn’t there this time.Instead, Harold VanDermere—Julian’s grandfather—sat at the head of the table.Aiden froze a

CHAPTER TEN - BURN

The image wasn't super clear, but you could still tell what it was.Aiden. Julian. The elevator.His mouth on Julian’s.Frozen. Still.Whoever took it knew exactly what they were doing.He stared at the photo until the screen blurred.No sender. No name. No message beyond the anonymous email and one line beneath the photo:> “This goes to the board unless someone resigns.”No demand for money. No follow-up.Just a threat.Aiden’s first instinct was rage.The second? Fear.And the third?He had to warn Julian.But… Julian wasn’t in his office.Not on the floor.Not on the 41st, either.He wasn’t answering calls or messages.Clarissa told him bluntly that Mr. Vince was in a closed-door meeting with “family stakeholders.”Which meant Harold.Which meant bad.Very bad.Aiden paced the empty strategy room until his heart started to hurt. Then he opened his laptop, pulled up the image again—and made a decision.He was going to end this.Before they did it for him.—At 4:15 p.m., he walked

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