Chapter 1 — Invisible

Some women are born to be noticed.I was born to be useful.I figured that out early. Not in a bitter way, not in a way that kept me up at night crying into a pillow. Just a quiet understanding that settled into my bones somewhere between my sixteenth birthday and the day I graduated top of my class with nobody in the audience holding a sign with my name on it.My mother died when I was nine. My father remarried a woman with a daughter who smiled at him and kicked me under the dinner table. By the time I was eighteen, I had learned three very important things.How to take up as little space as possible.How to work twice as hard as everyone around me.And how to want things silently, in the dark, where nobody could see, and nobody could take them away.Those three things were exactly what made me the best personal assistant Damien Hart had ever had.Not that he would ever say that out loud.Three years.That was how long I had sat behind the glass desk outside his office. Three years

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Chapter 2 — The Woman Who Smiled Like That

I was halfway through the Calloway file when my phone buzzed against the desk.Selena. 10:14 AM. "I'm downstairs. Let me up, I want to see where you work."I stared at the message for a second longer than it deserved. Selena did not "want to see where I worked." Selena wanted to see Damien Hart's name on the door and decide what to do with that information. But refusing her would require an explanation I did not have the energy to give on a Tuesday morning, so I texted security to let her through and went back to the file with the particular tightness in my shoulders that Selena's name always produced.She arrived eleven minutes later, trailing the faint, expensive scent she always wore, in a coat that cost more than my monthly rent."This is nice," she said, looking around. "Very expensive. Very powerful.""It's an office, Selena.""Everything is something, Nadia." She wandered toward the window, trailing one finger along the back of a chair that belonged to a junior analyst who was

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Chapter 3 — The Burgundy Dress

Friday arrived the way Fridays do when you have spent the entire week dreading and anticipating them in equal measure, too slowly and then, somehow, all at once.I had finished the dress on Wednesday night, sitting at my kitchen table until almost one in the morning with pins between my teeth and the particular focus that came from working on something that mattered more than I wanted to admit. Burgundy silk, cut close through the bodice, a neckline I'd adjusted four times until it sat exactly right against my collarbone. I told myself I was making it because the company gala demanded something better than what hung in my closet. I did not examine that explanation too closely.By six o'clock Friday evening, I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror, and for a moment I did not recognise the woman looking back at me.Three years of being careful. Three years of navy and grey and clothes chosen specifically not to be noticed. And then this deep red silk that moved when I moved, that

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Chapter 4 — What The City Looks Like At Midnight

It was Damien.Jacket over one arm, a glass of whisky he had clearly not finished, the look of a man who had spent four hours being exactly who everyone needed him to be and was now running on the last of what that required. He stopped in the doorway when he saw me, like he hadn't entirely expected the room to still be occupied."I thought everyone had gone," he said."Almost," I said. "Just finishing up."He came in anyway and set his glass on the small table near the door. He looked at the window for a moment, at the city pressed against the glass, low and bright and indifferent, and then he looked at the chair across from me."Can I sit?" he said.I looked it up properly.In three years of working for Damien Hart, I had never once heard him ask permission for anything. He made decisions. He issued instructions. He moved through rooms with the settled certainty of a man who had never had to wonder whether he was welcome anywhere."Of course," I said.He sat down and leaned forward w

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All Chapters of The Night He Forgot, The Twins She Kept: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Chapter 1 — Invisible

Chapter 2 — The Woman Who Smiled Like That

Chapter 3 — The Burgundy Dress

Chapter 4 — What The City Looks Like At Midnight