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The call

Dave POVLeaning against the railing, looking up like she had found something in the sky that the rest of the room couldn’t offer her. For a second, I just stood there, taking it in, the way the light hit her, the way she seemed completely unaware of anything behind her.It felt like the universe was playing a game I didn’t understand.I stepped closer anyway.“Beautiful, isn’t it?”She didn’t turn immediately, but I knew she recognized my voice. I kept my distance, not close enough to crowd her, just enough to share the space. And then I started talking. About the stars, about constellations, about things I hadn’t spoken about in a long time. It came naturally, easier than anything else had that night, like slipping into a version of myself I had forgotten existed.To my surprise, she responded.At first, just small things. A comment here, a question there. But she stayed. She listened. She engaged. And for a moment, it didn’t feel like we were standing in the middle of everything th

Club

Dave POV The flight back felt longer than it actually was, even though everything around me was moving at its usual pace. The hum of the engine, the quiet efficiency of the cabin, the stillness that usually helped me think clearly… none of it worked this time. My mind would not stay still. It kept circling the same question over and over again, like it was trying to force an answer out of me. How did she get access? How did she get access to something that protected? I leaned back, pressing my fingers against my temple, trying to piece it together step by step instead of letting the panic run wild. There had to be a gap. There had to be a moment I missed. And then it hit me, not all at once, but slowly, like something rising to the surface that I had buried without realizing. That night.The corporate event. The deal. The celebration after.The corporate event went exactly as planned. The deal was sealed, everything smooth, everything controlled. It should have ended there.

Boardroom

Dave POVThat was it. That was where the conversation had been heading all along. Not the breach. Not the clients. Me. The meeting dragged on after that, but not in a productive way. It circled, repeated, escalated, and eventually ended without resolution, just tension stretched thinner across everyone in the room. The next day was worse. The stock had dropped further. The media had picked it up. The narrative was no longer contained. It was everywhere, and it wasn’t in our control anymore. The second meeting was shorter, but more decisive. “We need leadership change,” one of the board members said plainly. “Not permanently. Structurally.” Another added, “The market needs to see accountability.” It wasn’t a discussion this time. It was a conclusion. I didn’t argue it. Not because I agreed, but because I understood it. Fighting it in that moment would only make it worse. So instead, I redirected what I could. “If there is going to be an acting CEO,” I said,

Wow

Lydia POVAs I got home that night, I didn’t even bother with anything else. I just went straight to my room, kicked off my heels somewhere along the way, and dropped onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling like it had answers I didn’t.Because why did I stay?That was the only question running through my head.Why did I actually stand there and listen to him talk about stars?Of all things… stars.Considering everything Dave has done, I shouldn’t even be able to stand in the same space with him, let alone listen to him like that. That man has shown me enough to know better. He cheated right in front of me. Not even discreetly, not even respectfully. Then when everything fell apart, he came back, used me in his moment of weakness, slept with me like I was some sort of comfort option, and still had the audacity to twist the narrative after.Said I used him.Said I got pregnant on purpose.Gosh.That man is so… I don’t even have the right word for it.And yet, there I was, standing besid

Something that’s yours!

Lydia POVAs I was driving, I sent Dr. Sana a quick message like, I’m so sorry, something urgent came up, we’ll have to reschedule, and she replied almost immediately that it was fine, that we were already wrapping up anyway. But honestly, my mind had already left that session before I even stood up. Because what do you mean the First Lady wants to see me?I just sat there in the back seat, staring out the window, but not really seeing anything. My brain was just running scenarios back to back. Like… did something happen? Is there a crisis? A scandal? Or is this just… normal? But what is “normal” when it comes to the First Lady? And I kept laughing to myself because yes, I know I’m good at what I do, I know I’ve built a name for myself, but this? This is different. This is not a random CEO trying to fix his image. This is the First Lady of a whole country.My assistant was talking, explaining the email, the timing, the location, but I was only catching bits and pieces. Presidential vi

Prep

Lydia POVImmediately I got home, I didn’t even bother easing into the evening. I dropped my bag on the chair, kicked off my shoes halfway across the room, and went straight for my laptop like if I paused for even a second, I might lose the clarity I had in my head.I sat cross-legged on the bed, screen lighting up my face as I started mapping everything out. Not just random ideas, not scattered thoughts. Structure. Five sessions. Clear direction. Identity first, then voice, then visibility, then pressure handling, then refinement. I kept typing, pausing, deleting, rewriting. At some point I opened three different tabs, cross-checking frameworks, then closing them again because… no, this had to be hers. Not something copied. Not something recycled.I leaned back for a second, staring at the screen, then nodded to myself. “Yeah… this makes sense.”My fingers went back to the keyboard, faster this time. I could already hear her responses in my head, already imagine where she would push

Goal

Lydia POV When I got there, she was already seated, legs crossed elegantly, a cup of tea resting between her fingers like it belonged there permanently. She looked up as I walked in and smiled like we had known each other for years. “Ah, Miss Lydia,” she said, her tone light. “You look like someone who came prepared to fix my life.” I smiled politely. “Not fix, ma. Just… refine.” She laughed softly. “Good answer. Sit.” We didn’t start with documents or plans. She just watched me for a second, then tilted her head. “Tell me honestly,” she said, “when people look at me, what do they see? And don’t give me the version you would give to the press.” I hesitated just slightly. “They see elegance. Control. But also… distance.” “Distance?” she repeated, raising a brow. “Yes, ma. They respect you. But they don’t feel like they know you.” She leaned back, tapping her finger lightly against her teacup. “So I am admired… but not understood.” “Exactly.” She sighed, but there was a smil

Choked up

Lydia POV The first morning back at work felt strange in a way I didn’t expect. Not heavy, not overwhelming, just… loud. My mind wouldn’t sit still. As my car moved steadily through traffic, I rested my head lightly against the seat and watched the city pass by, already thinking of everything waiting for me at the office. Five full days away from my usual workflow, five days of pouring everything into one client, refining, adjusting, reworking, thinking, rethinking… and even though it was worth it, I knew what that meant. Work had piled up. A lot of it. I let out a small breath and reached for my phone, connecting it to the car audio. Fake Bitches by Ashley Kutcher filled the car, and I leaned into it, letting the rhythm settle me. There was something about the blunt honesty of the song that matched my mood perfectly. No pretending. No overthinking. Just… moving. I tapped my fingers lightly against my thigh, nodding along, letting myself enjoy that small moment before reality fully

Ashton

Lydia POVNot even the full headline. Just that one word was enough to make me pause.For a second, I just stared at it, like my brain needed confirmation that I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing. Then I adjusted the file in my hand and started reading properly.The headline hit first.“Ashton Holdings Faces $1 Billion Penalty Over Massive Data Breach.”My brows pulled together immediately, my posture shifting slightly as I leaned forward. A billion dollars? Not a fine. Not a lawsuit. A penalty.I kept reading.It detailed how one of their biggest clients, a high profile international firm, had entrusted them with sensitive data under strict privacy agreements. Information that was supposed to be untouchable. Secured. Protected.Compromised.Leaked.Exposed.I flipped to the next page quickly, my fingers no longer slow now, my attention locked in.“Confidential Client Data Found on Dark Web Within Hours of Breach.”My stomach tightened.Within hours?That meant this wasn

Drove off

Lydia POVIt was swimming lessons day.I didn’t take them there in the morning, so I had to go pick them up myself. And honestly, if I don’t go, they will remind me in a way that makes it impossible to ignore. Especially Eli. That boy has a way of looking at me like I’ve committed a crime if I’m not present when I’m supposed to be.I drove over there and got there just in time. When I arrived, I saw their trainer immediately, smiling as she approached me.“Hi, Miss Lydia,” she said warmly. “How are you doing? Your kids are doing fantastically well. They’re improving so fast.”I smiled politely, nodding. “Thank you.”Then she added, slightly more serious this time, “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about Eli.”That made me pause.What mischief has that boy done now?I just hope it’s something an apology can fix.“Eli?” I repeated. “Okay, I’m listening.”She guided me slightly aside, away from the pool area noise, and I followed her. Then she started explaining that Eli was showing exc

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