Three Can Play のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Jasmine’s POVTrue to his word, Greg had two technicians outside my door within fifteen minutes. They worked swiftly, changing the lock and helping me input my thumbprint and passcode. Only then did I feel better.By eleven o’clock, I was deep into work. One of the supervisors I rewarded willingly sent me the updated version of their logs and rosters, helping me keep track of their work a lot faster.Yet, despite the thrill of having some reasonable work to do, my eyes kept wandering to the corner of my table, where my phone was lying.Ryan hadn’t reached out all morning, like he used to.I tried so hard to concentrate, but every couple of minutes that rolled by, I found my eyes glancing toward my phone, expecting the usual peep of messages. But I got nothing.No random messages checking in on my morning. No sarcastic comments about work, and not even a call to see if I was doing fine.With a sigh, I leaned back in my chair, tapping my pen against the desk. I thought back to last nigh

Jasmine’s POVWhen five o'clock arrived, I packed up my things and took the elevator down.The moment I stepped out of the hotel, Ryan’s sleek black SUV pulled up to the curb. I slipped into the passenger seat, greeted by the familiar, intoxicating scent of cedarwood and cologne.Unlike yesterday’s tense ride, this drive was comfortable, with a calm silence filling the car. Ryan drove with one hand casually resting on the wheel, while his other hand occasionally reached across the center console to brush against mine at red lights. The simple touch sent quiet shivers through my veins, but neither of us broke the atmosphere with unnecessary words.When the car rolled into the underground garage and we stepped into the penthouse elevator, Ryan turned to face me."You have thirty minutes to get ready, cupcake," he said, checking his watch with a small, knowing smirk. "Our reservation won't wait.""Thirty minutes?" I gasped, looking at him in disbelief. "Ryan, hair and makeup alone take t

Jasmine’s POVA soft groan slipped past my lips as morning light filtered through the curtains, prodding my eyelids open. A dull ache throbbed behind my temples, but what woke me entirely was the unfamiliar feeling around me.I peeled my eyes open to see I was in a room made of all black. Everything from the curtains and walls down to the sheets was pitch black.My breath hitched. I bolted upright, my heart slamming violently against my ribs as I whipped my head around.This was not the guest suite. It was much larger, like the master bedroom with a king-sized bed.It was Ryan’s room.Panic flared in my throat as I frantically yanked the duvet back to inspect myself.The gown was slightly wrinkled, but it was completely intact. The straps were in place, and I didn’t feel strange either. Relief washed over me in a heavy wave, followed immediately by an agonizing attempt to piece together the missing hours of last night.The private table at Club 44. The wine. The silly confession about

Jasmine’s POVJulian’s smug expression faltered for a fraction of a second, with his mouth parting as my words hung in the air."Drama?" Julian spluttered, his face darkening with outrage as he puffed out his chest. "A very important guest is fighting for her life in an emergency room, our plans for the day have been thrown into ruins, and you have the gall to call this drama? The board is watching you, Jasmine. Have you forgotten? Your incompetence has—""My incompetence?" I interrupted, stepping closer with my gaze hardening.My eyes met his, and for a moment, I didn’t blink as my gaze bore into him, making his confidence slowly melt away."You called an impromptu meeting right in this lobby with everyone present," I continued, pitching my voice so that everyone listening and lurking around could hear. "You have caused panic instead of trying to restore stability. You are making the whole issue worse because you are better at projecting failure rather than taking action. If anyone h

Jasmine’s POVLeo scrambled forward, his fingers shaking so badly over the keyboard that he nearly fumbled his keystrokes."R-right away, Chairwoman," Leo stammered, his eyes darting anxiously between my face and the furious glare Julian was still shooting at the back of my head.I watched carefully as he began navigating the numerous footages to the exact one we needed.I leaned in closer, resting my hands on the edge of the console, my eyes glued to the screen.Mr. Miller appeared in the frame first. He moved professionally, carefully checking the printed allergen manifest that belonged to the guest. After making sure everything was in order, he walked away. For a few seconds, the pantry was completely empty.Then, about a few seconds later, the camera glitched, before revealing another man who had suddenly appeared in the pantry, and now, he was standing over the tray of food.The man had his back turned to the wide-angle overhead lens, shielding his face from direct view like he k