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Marie SueBy the time I returned to Sue’s Kitchen, whatever confidence I had managed to gather earlier in the day was gone. I was deflated and beaten.The lights were still on, but the place felt different now. Too quiet. And I felt like I shouldn't belong there.I stepped inside with my shoulders slumped and my folder pressed against my chest, carrying the weight of Alessandra’s rejection and Xing’s indifference with me. I knew the corporate world was tough but I didn't know it was very cruel. Lena looked up from her desk the moment she saw me. Her smile faded as soon as she saw the exhaustion on my face.“You weren't able to meet Alessandra?” She asked, watching me as I slumped on the couch.I closed my eyes and kicked off my shoes. My toes felt numb. I sighed heavily. “I did, Lena. It was bad.”“That bad?” she asked.I dropped my bag onto the floor and wriggled my toes. I needed a hot bath, a massage, something warm to eat and my bed. I was tired of being CEO on the first day.I o

Marie Sue The following morning, I avoided my usual route to work. I pulled a hoodie over my head and kept my face lowered whenever I passed anyone, even though I had no idea whether the story had already gone public. My work clothes were folded inside my bag. I planned to change when I reached the kitchen.I had also turned off my phone. I knew the news would break eventually, and I was not ready to watch the messages, missed calls, and notifications pile up as strangers decided whether I was guilty of something I did not even understand.For the entire journey, I tried to convince myself that everything would feel more manageable once I reached Sue’s Kitchen.Work had become the one place where I could keep moving. There were orders to plan, suppliers to contact, marketing ideas to develop, and a business that still needed to be rebuilt. As long as I had something practical to focus on, perhaps I could stop thinking about Jordan, KF, the article, and the terrible word Alessandra ha

Marie Sue “Jordan.”His name left my lips before I could stop myself. My heart was racing, pounding so hard against my chest that I could barely hear anything else. He walked toward me and stopped only a few inches away.For a moment, neither of us spoke. I searched his face, looking for something. Maybe guilt, calculation, anything that would tell me this had all been part of some plan I had been too foolish to see.But what I saw in his eyes was shock. Real shock. He did not know. Whatever had happened to me that morning, whatever had led the police to Sue’s Kitchen and brought me here, this did not look like something Jordan had arranged.“Marie,” he breathed.Then he pulled me into his arms. The hug was tight, almost desperate, and for one second I forgot that I was angry with him.I forgot that I had spent the entire night wondering whether he had betrayed me. I forgot everything except the fact that I was terrified and he was there.“I’m so sorry,” he said, stroking my hair. “I

Marie Sue I stared at him incredulously for several seconds. Outside the car, the station corridor and parking area carried on as though nothing in my life had changed. A patrol vehicle rolled slowly past us, its tires crunching against loose gravel near the curb. Somewhere behind us, a metal door slammed shut, followed by the faint echo of a man calling someone’s name. Two officers crossed the lot with paper cups in their hands, speaking in low voices before disappearing around the side of the building.Inside the car, the silence was heavy, amplifying the sound of my thudding heart.A part of me wanted to believe Jordan’s offer came from a good place, but I could not ignore the obvious danger behind it.I looked away again. The windshield reflected the pale morning light, and beyond it people moved in and out of the building carrying files, handbags, and expressions that suggested their own problems mattered just as much as mine. A woman hurried past with a child beside her while a

LucyThe sound of persistent knocking on my door pulled me out of my daydream. I groaned and dragged the pillow over my ears, hoping whoever was outside would eventually give up. It was barely nine in the morning, and I had already called in sick at work. After the kind of night I had just had, the least I deserved was a few uninterrupted hours of sleep.The knocking continued against the door. I kicked the covers away and reluctantly pulled myself out of bed, muttering under my breath as I crossed the room.“Why can't I have a peaceful rest…?”When I opened the door, my mother was standing there in jogging clothes, her hair still wrapped in rollers as though she had interrupted her morning routine specifically to come and bother me.Before I could say anything, she pushed past me and entered the room.“Have you seen the news today, Lucy?” She crossed the room and pulled the curtains apart.Sunlight flooded in so suddenly that I squeezed my eyes shut and raised a hand to shield my fac