Amelia’s POVThe city was louder than usual these days. Every sound, the noise of an engine’s growl, a distant siren, a slammed door at a distance felt like a warning wrapped in the tiny commotion. I’d stopped sleeping properly. My office had become my bedroom, my phone, my alarm, the little constant texts from Kelvin, and my paranoia, the only thing that kept me company.By the third night of back-to-back meetings, my body felt hollow. The press couldn’t get enough of me, “the fearless CEO,” “the woman taking on the empire,” “the phoenix of the Vasquez legacy.” Beautiful lies dressed up in headlines. But beneath it, I could feel the ground shifting. Someone was waiting for me to slip and I knew that the moment I did, I would not be able to get back up.I had just kicked off my heels and started eating instant noodles at my desk when the sound of keys in the door made me freeze. I didn’t move, didn’t breathe. The door opened, and there he was, Kelvin.He didn’t say anything at first.
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