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Talia.By the time I got to her chambers, I had already decided how this would go.If Denver refused to listen to me, then I would go to the one person who still influenced him, the one person who could shift things without force, without argument—his mother.Because no matter how powerful he was, no matter how much control he carried, he still respected her.And I needed that.I didn’t wait to be announced.I stepped inside.She was seated near the window, calm as always, her posture straight, her expression composed in a way that made it seem like nothing ever truly unsettled her.But when her eyes lifted to mine, I knew she already understood why I was there.“Talia,” she said quietly.No warmth.No hostility.Just acknowledgment.That alone made something in me tighten.“I need to speak with you,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though I could feel everything underneath it pressing forward, waiting for a chance to break through.“You already are,” she replied.There was no in

Selena.The announcement came that morning as soon as everyone resumed for the shift, and the moment Doctor Jameson stepped forward, there was already a quiet expectation in the room that this was not going to be one of his usual briefings.He stood at the front of the small gathering, his posture straight and his tone calm yet firm, in a way that immediately commanded attention as his gaze moved across the room, pausing briefly on each of us before he spoke.“The new hospital owner will be visiting today,” he said, his voice measured and clear, “and I expect everyone to be on their best behavior. This is his first official visit, and I do not want anything out of place.”A subtle shift passed through the staff at that, a mix of curiosity and nervous energy that showed itself in quiet glances and hushed murmurs, but I didn’t react, because new owner or not, it had nothing to do with me.I kept my focus where it had been these past weeks, on my work, on keeping my head down, on staying

Third Person POV:The moment the cup slipped and shattered against the floor, the sound cut through the room sharply enough to draw everyone’s attention.Coffee spread quickly across the tiles, dark and messy, breaking the order that had been carefully maintained all morning.“I’m so sorry,” the nurse said, stepping back in a panic.“It’s fine,” another voice replied, trying to calm the situation. “Just get it cleaned.”“I’ll call the cleaner,” she added, already turning away.Not far from the main hall, Selena had already heard.She had been moving quietly along the side corridor, keeping to the shadows as much as possible, her steps careful, her attention fixed on staying out of sight. The moment the word cleaner reached her, her body reacted before her mind could stop it.She should have stayed hidden.She knew that.But instinct pulled her forward anyway.She had barely taken a few steps when she stopped abruptly.A nurse stood directly in front of her.For a second, neither of th

Third Person POVBy evening, the hospital no longer felt like the same place.The noise of the day had faded into something softer, something slower, but the calm did not bring comfort. If anything, it made everything else more noticeable—the echo of footsteps, the distant hum of machines, the quiet conversations that carried just a little too far through the halls.Selena had tried to keep working.She had tried to move the way she always did, to finish her duties, to stay unnoticed, to pretend that nothing had changed, but the truth sat heavily inside her, refusing to be ignored.He had been there.He had felt her.And something told her he had not let it go.So when the sound of a car pulled into the compound again, something in her chest tightened before she even reached the window.She did not want to look.Something inside her had been restless all evening, like a warning she had been trying to ignore, as her body had already sensed what her mind was refusing to accept.Still, s

Third Person POVThe basement was quieter than the rest of the hospital.The moment Denver stepped out of the stairwell, the air changed. It was cooler, still, filled with the faint smell of oil, metal, and something else that did not belong there.Something familiar.He paused for a second, letting it settle.Then he started walking.Slow.Measured.Every step was deliberate, his gaze moving across the parked car, his senses stretching beyond what his eyes could see.She had been here.Not long ago.The certainty of it sat deep in his chest, stronger than anything he had felt upstairs.Closer.Too close.---Inside the black SUV, Selena sat completely still.Her fingers were still wrapped tightly around the keys Jameson had given her, her breath shallow, controlled, as if even the sound of it might give her away.She had barely settled into the seat when she felt it again.That shift.That presence.She didn’t need to look to know.But she did anyway.She leaned slightly and looked t