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“You stepped down?”Serena stared at Damian, waiting for him to explain what she’d clearly misunderstood. He sat beside her hospital bed, looking considerably less troubled than a man who had just announced he’d given up his position as chief executive of Aella.“Yes.”“As in, you’re no longer running the company?”“The transition hasn’t been finalized, but the board has accepted my decision.”She blinked. “And you’re sitting here telling me this as though you’ve decided to change your breakfast order?”A faint smile touched his mouth. “How would you prefer I tell you?”“I don’t know. With a little more concern, perhaps? Damian, you’ve been running Aella for years.”“I’m aware.”“Then why are you smiling?”“Because you’re looking at me as though I’ve suffered a head injury.”Serena opened her mouth, then closed it. He was teasing her. The man had just stepped away from one of the most powerful positions in the country, and he was teasing her.“I’m serious,” she said.“So am I.”His sm

Mara had never imagined she would find herself sitting in a police interview room with a lawyer beside her.Yet there she was, staring at the folder Detective Fraser had placed on the table, wondering whether cooperating with the investigation would be enough to keep her out of prison.“Before we begin,” Fraser said, “I want to make something clear. Your willingness to cooperate will be documented, but it does not guarantee immunity from prosecution.”Mara glanced at her lawyer, who gave her a reassuring nod.“I understand.”“Then let’s start with Edmund Voss. How did you meet him?”“He contacted me through a business acquaintance. This was shortly after Serena and I had our falling-out.”“And what did he want?”“Information about Serena. At first, he asked about her professional commitments, the events she was attending, and whether she was still involved with Damian Taylor.”“Did he explain why?”“He said he represented a private consulting company gathering information for a client

Serena had discovered that recovering from an accident required a great deal more patience than she possessed.In the days following Julian’s arrest, her rehabilitation continued at a frustratingly slow pace. There were mornings when lifting her arm seemed like an achievement worth celebrating and afternoons when the simplest exercises left her exhausted.But gradually, things began to improve.The pain in her ribs became less persistent, her shoulder regained some mobility, and the dizziness that had troubled her earlier in her recovery had subsided. Her doctors were discussing her discharge, although she would still need outpatient physiotherapy and regular assessments.For now, her therapist had begun introducing more demanding exercises, something Serena had initially welcomed before discovering just how demanding they could be.“Again,” her physiotherapist instructed.Serena raised her arm, holding the position until the muscles around her injured shoulder began to protest.“Five

Serena was curled up on her sofa reviewing notes from her latest track session when Damian arrived with dinner.“You’re late,” she announced as he entered.“By seven minutes.”“Eight, actually. I was beginning to think you’d abandoned me.”Damian set the food on the coffee table. “You would have called.”“That’s rather presumptuous.”“You’ve called me twice today.”“Both times were for perfectly legitimate reasons.”“One was to tell me Theo had accused you of being impatient.”“He was being unreasonable.”“And the other?”Serena considered him. “I don’t recall.”“Convenient.”She laughed as Damian removed his jacket and settled beside her.Over the past several weeks, he’d become a familiar presence in her home. Sometimes he brought dinner. Other evenings, they watched television or talked until Serena realized how late it had become.It was strange how easily they’d slipped into spending time together again, particularly when so much remained unsettled between them.“How was training