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Michael's POV The drive to my brother's house took another twenty minutes. Scott lived in a quiet, upscale neighborhood. His house was a large, modern structure made of glass and dark wood.Getting to the entrance of his house, I unlocked the front door using the keypad and stepped inside. The house was silent and incredibly clean. I had always joked that Scott had a mild case of OCD, but that was strictly because of how his house looked. Everything was always in its precise place. The throw pillows on the couch were evenly spaced. The magazines on the coffee table were perfectly stacked. The lighting was always set to a specific, calming dimness.But Scott himself wasn't frantic or obsessive. In fact, he was the most levelheaded out of the three of us. He was calm, observant, and he was a strict follower of rules. I walked down the short hallway and stepped into the massive living room.Owen was lying sideways on the large gray couch. He was wearing an old, faded college hoodie

Kelly’s POV"You’re really glowing Kelly. It’s disgusting. Stop it immediately." Hope smiling pointed her fork at me accusingly across the small laminate table of our favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant. I didn't even realize I was smiling until she said it. I quickly took a sip of my iced tea, trying to pull my features back into a neutral expression, though it was a losing battle."I am not glowing, Hope. It’s just the humidity," I lied, looking down at my half-eaten salad."The humidity in Seattle? In November?" Hope let out a loud, theatrical snort. She leaned over the table, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses. "You’ve been back from your island getaway with the 'Boss-man' for several hours now, and you haven't given me the real juicy details yet."I felt my cheeks heat up. Hope was my best friend, and since she was the only one I could actually talk to about Michael, she held that privilege over my head like a weapon. "It was... peaceful," I said, keeping my voice low so t

Michael’s POVThe numbers I was staring at, on my computer screen simply did not make sense. And that was a problem. They did not make sense in a way you could circle with a red pen, hand over to the accounting department, and demand a clear explanation. If you looked at the surface, everything balanced perfectly, all the quarterly projections aligned with the technical data. But there was something strange about it all. I could feel a subtle change in the flow of the information. It looked exactly like someone was shifting things slowly, just enough to throw the entire system slightly off balance without triggering a single automated alarm.I leaned back in my leather chair, rubbing my thumb firmly across my jawline as I stared at the bright monitor for far longer than necessary. I kept waiting for the server to refresh and correct itself, but it didn’t.A soft knock sounded against the thick glass door of my office. But before I could even offer a response, the handle turned a

Kelly’s POVThe apartment was quiet, filled only with the faint hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of evening traffic from the Seattle streets outside. I was halfway through folding a large pile of laundry, the fabric still holding a lingering warmth from the dryer, the scent of lavender detergent still thick in the air. I reached for a white silk blouse, one I had worn to a particularly grueling meeting earlier in the week, and began to fold it with practiced ease. My life at Donovan Corporation felt increasingly chaotic lately, and these small, mundane chores were the only thing keeping me grounded.Just as I reached for a pair of jeans, my phone began to ring on the nightstand, the sharp, cheerful vibration cutting through the silence of the room. I glanced at the screen, and the tension I hadn't even realized I was carrying in my shoulders began to melt away instantly. My Mom was calling.I wiped my hands on my leggings and picked up the phone, dropping onto the edg

Kelly’s POVBy mid-morning, I could feel the distance between me and Michael already settled in like a thick, invisible wall.It wasn’t a loud or dramatic change, but I felt it every time we almost glanced at each other, but didn't. I felt it in every moment where I knew, with absolute certainty, that he was aware of my presence in the room and was making a conscious, calculated choice not to show it.Michael moved through the executive floor like absolutely nothing had changed since before we went to the island. He was calm, he was perfectly controlled, and he was entirely untouchable. He spoke to the department heads with the same sharp, decisive tone he always used and he walked with the same confident stride that made people clear a path for him in the hallways.I hated how easily he could do it, how he could flip a switch and become the cold, distant CEO of Donovan Corporation again. While my own heart still felt like it was racing at a hundred miles an hour every time I hear