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ALYONAThe morning was a rush. I barely had time to grab breakfast as I dressed and hurried out the door. My mind was already at the office, replaying everything that had happened yesterday. Maybe Alexander didn’t need me, but I wanted to be there for him, especially now, when everything seemed to be falling apart. When I reached the office, his cabin was empty. His desk was spotless, his chair pushed in, and there was a strange stillness in the air that made my chest tighten. I tried to focus on my work, but my thoughts kept drifting to him, where he was, what he was doing, and if he was alright.By noon, the sound of the elevator pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw him. Alexander stepped out in a dark suit, his expression indistinct. For a second, our eyes met, but the moment he saw me, he looked away. His face was cold and distant.The small hope I’d been holding onto all morning faded right then. Maybe he was upset about the article, or maybe someone had told him som

ALYONAThe next day, I reached the office early. My stomach was tight with nerves, and my heart wouldn’t stop racing. Before I could even settle at my desk, Olivia came rushing toward me.“Esrael called us,” she said, slightly out of breath. “We need to go to Mr. Hunt’s office.” We walked together through the long hallway, both quiet, both thinking the same thing: something big was happening. When we reached the top floor, we saw the conference room packed. The legal team, the IT department, and a few other board members were all inside.Olivia and I sat on the bench outside, waiting. No one spoke to us, and the tension in the air was hard to ignore. Every few minutes, I heard serious, muffled voices from inside the room. I had no idea what was happening, but I could feel it in my bones; the person responsible was finally being confronted.After what felt like hours, the door opened. Esrael stepped out. He looked at both of us, then motioned for us to stand. “It’s over,” he said quiet

ALYONAThe weekend came, and with it, Mom. The moment I saw her standing at the door, I felt like I could finally breathe again. No matter how messy life got, Mom had a way of making everything feel safe. At least when I came home, she was there to hold on to. The good thing was that she didn’t know what was going on in my office, and I intended to keep it that way. Whatever happened at work stayed there. Maybe that was the only thing this job had taught me: how to keep my personal life separate. But no matter how hard I tried, my heart still ached for that one man who had forgotten how to care.The thought of him still hurt, but I tried to bury it deeper each day. Mason had been away for a short business trip, and today he was back. He came by to pick me up again, cheerful as ever. I didn’t say much on the drive. He talked; I listened. I still tried to keep my distance, not from him exactly, but from the idea of letting anyone get too close again.When we reached my office, I thanked

ALYONAShe smirked, crossing her arms. “Oh, Alyona. What are you doing here?”Before I could respond, Mason leaned forward, trying to fix the situation. “We’re really sorry,” he said politely. I forced a small smile, my throat dry. “Hello, Darcy. This is Mason,” I said, even though every part of me wanted to disappear.Her eyes flicked between us, and she tilted her head. “Your boyfriend?” she asked, her tone dripping with fake sweetness.Mason and I exchanged a quick, uncertain glance. Before I could say anything, an arm slid around Darcy’s waist.For a moment, I forgot to breathe. When I looked up, everything stopped. The laughter, the music, the chatter—it all faded.Alexander.His hand rested on Darcy’s waist like it belonged there, but his eyes were on me. And in that single look, everything I’d buried came rushing back—the morning, the pain, the ache I thought I’d escaped.My heart thudded painfully in my chest. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. Not when those eyes still ha

ALYONA“What?” I asked, still facing the window.“Come in front,” he said, calm but commanding.“No, I’m fine here.”“Alyona.” My name came out like a warning. “Come in front.” I rolled my eyes. “You love ordering people around, don’t you?” He didn’t answer. Just leaned back and said, quietly, “We can sit here all night if you want.” Of course. Typical Alexander Hunt logic — control through silence. I let out a groan, pushed the door open, and stomped into the front seat.“Happy?” I muttered.I reached for the seatbelt. It jammed halfway. “Great,” I whispered under my breath, tugging harder. That’s when I felt it — the warmth of his breath brushing against my neck. I froze. Slowly turned.He was there. Close, too close. His hand reached over mine, his fingers brushing my knuckles as he pulled the belt free and clicked it in place. For a heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe. His eyes caught mine — that shade of hazel I’d tried to forget. There was something there, behind the coldness. So