All Chapters of Three years, Three Billion dollars- His worst mistake : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Rebecca~The first notification arrived at 8:17 in the morning. I only remember the exact time because it seemed completely harmless. One message. One alert. One tiny interruption. Nothing important.By 8:45, the entire company was on fire.My phone started vibrating before I even stepped out of the elevator. Emails, messages, calls, and more messages flooded in. The screen barely stopped lighting up long enough for me to read anything. People were running through the building. Actually running. Not the usual corporate speed-walking. Real running.The atmosphere felt wrong immediately. Like somebody had pulled the pin from a grenade and forgotten to tell everyone else.I stepped onto the executive floor and nearly collided with Martin from Legal. He looked pale and terrified. That was concerning because Martin usually looked like he charged extra just to experience emotions.“What is happening?” I asked.He stopped walking. “Please tell me you are joking.”My stomach tightened. “What

Arthur~The first morning was the worst. Not because of the headlines. Not because of the messages. Not even because every business channel in the country seemed determined to use my face every fifteen minutes. It was the silence.For thirty-two years, I had not needed an alarm. My phone had been the alarm. Calls. Emails. Meetings. Problems. Crises. People wanting things. People needing things. People demanding things. Every day started with noise.Now it did not.I woke up at six anyway. Years of habit. The house was quiet. Too quiet. I lay there staring at the ceiling for a while. Waiting. For what, I was not entirely sure. A call. A message. Something. Nothing came.Eventually I got up. Made coffee. Sat in the kitchen. And realized I had nowhere to be. The thought hit harder than it should have. Nowhere. Not later. Not this afternoon. Not tomorrow. Nowhere. My entire schedule had vanished overnight.The coffee tasted terrible. Maybe it always had. Maybe I had just never noticed bef

Evelyn~The request came during breakfast. Which honestly should have warned me. Nothing good ever happened when Toby sounded casual. Absolutely nothing.One minute he was eating cereal and complaining that Leone had bought the wrong orange juice. The next minute he said, “I think I want to meet Arthur.”Just like that. Like he was asking about the weather.I nearly dropped my coffee. Across the table, Leone stopped reading whatever security report he was pretending not to obsess over. The room went quiet.Toby looked between us. “What?”I set my mug down carefully. “What do you mean what?”He shrugged. “I want to meet him.”“You already met him.”“You know what I mean.”Unfortunately, I did. I knew exactly what he meant. Not courtrooms. Not hospitals. Not emergency situations. Not disasters. An actual meeting. A normal one. As normal as anything involving Arthur could be.Leone leaned back in his chair. “Why?”Toby considered the question. Not defensive. Not emotional. Just thinking.

Evelyn~The house had finally gone quiet. Toby’s door sat cracked open like always, that soft blue nightlight spilling into the hall so I could hear if he had one of his bad dreams. I lay in bed with the sheet twisted around my legs, wearing nothing but that old oversized shirt that barely covered anything. My hair was still damp from the shower, sticking to my neck. The fan spun lazy circles above me but it did nothing for the heat crawling under my skin.Leone’s footsteps came up the stairs slow and deliberate. He paused right outside my door, one hand resting on the frame like he was giving both of us one last chance to pretend this was still just friendly tension. Our eyes met through the doorway and something in the air went thick. Heavy. The kind of heavy that had been building since the porch conversation about Arthur.“You’re thinking too loud again,” I whispered.He stepped inside and shut the door behind him with a soft click that felt final. “Been thinking since we stood ou

Nina~By the fourth day, I hated spreadsheets. Which was unfortunate because I was currently surrounded by them. Three monitors. Two laptops. Enough financial records to qualify as psychological warfare. And somewhere inside the middle of all that garbage was Samantha. Still hiding. Still running. Still causing problems.I rubbed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. The office was almost empty now. Most people had gone home hours ago. The city outside the windows had turned dark. The cleaning staff had already passed through once. Meanwhile I was still staring at numbers. Living the dream.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. I looked up. Rebecca stood in the doorway holding two coffees. I immediately loved her. Possibly more than was healthy.“You remembered.”She handed one over. “You looked like you were considering murder.”“That is because I am.”Rebecca glanced at the screens. “Any progress?”I stared at the numbers. Then at her. Then back at the numbers. “No.” A pause. “Maybe.