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Kelvin muttered in displeasure, "How troublesome." "Sorry, sir. This is the rule." Cameron helped Ethan to carry his chips. Ethan played with his wedding ring casually. "Are you sure that there are no surveillance cameras here? I don't want my grandfather to get his hand on any leaked footage." "Rest assured, sir. May I know your name?" "Craig Sallow." "What an unusual surname. You don't sound local." "Are you trying to pry into my background?" "No, no, no. It's because it's my first time seeing you." Cameron chuckled. "Where do you normally frequent?"

“I have an announcement to make.” Laura stiffened, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “What kind of announcement?” Allison ignored her, addressing the entire office instead. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m thrilled to share some fantastic news: Taylor Monroe has officially agreed to collaborate with us for our digital campaign! All thanks to my amiable and hardworking assistant, Ethan Evans. He's so good at his job, he won against another team wanting to steal Taylor Monroe away from our hands.” The room erupted in murmurs, most of them laced with awe and admiration. Ethan, who had been quietly observing from the corner, gave Isabelle a quick glance—a mix of guilt and apology in his eyes.

Aside from being damn handsome, he was stupidly rich and it felt nice ordering all those employees around in his absence. Today, she was saying goodbye to him. The good times they shared made her cry. Ethan held her hand in his seeing sadness written all over her. Sitting next to Ethan was Jacqueline and her father Mr Green. Among the guests and far behind the Carter family was the Garcia family. "Mum, Ethan has another woman," Camila whispered to her mother but Jonathan heard it and frowned "Camila, behave yourself," Jonathan scolded making Camila frown. She was sad about Mr Carter until she saw a woman romantically touching Ethan.

After the movie, the cast was congratulated for a job well done and Amelia was called for another interview. The reporter then turned to the man who had an emotionless face and asked, "Mr Carter, what do you think about your wife's first movie?" Ethan gave the reporter a cold glare that sent a chill down her spine. He looked down at Amelia who was looking at him expectantly and his eyes softened. He nodded as he stared into the camera. "Well, let's just say I'm fighting the urge to castrate someone." He said coldly. "Hahahaha… he’s funny, isn't he?" Amelia chuckled trying to take the attention away from Ethan.

There was far too much fondness in Ethan's voice for him to claim exasperation with his boyfriend. Third time had been a near success. Ethan took Matthew to their first date restaurant (he even made sure that his presence wouldn't be too much of a surprise and that Erik, the goddamn werewolf right activist, wouldn't be there). He had to forgo the song, since it was impractical there. He spent the day with Alec and Cammy, who had joined power to find him the most perfect suit, one that would showcase Ethan's sexiness (that word. About him. In his brother's mouth. Guh) but Cammy had been nodding along, adding:

--- That afternoon, Damien walked into my room again. He had a phone in his hand. He didn’t say anything, but the tension in his body made something shift in the air. I watched as he sat down and set the phone on the tray beside my untouched lunch. He looked at me. "You should see something," he said softly. "Only if you’re ready." I tilted my head slowly, nodding once. He tapped the screen. The video began to play. It was Ethan. He stood on the steps of a lavish villa. The same one we were at before he pushed me off. Reporters surrounded him. Cameras flashed. He wore black, a dark shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He looked…devastated. Hollow. Almost believable.

Samantha replied and I noticed a tinge of red on her cheeks. "Ah yes so busy...since she found her mate and probably has no reasons to get out of bed now" I said as I suggestively wiggled my eyebrows. "Oww" I said as I felt her kick me under the table. I looked at her with accusing eyes but she simply shrugged her shoulders. "I said I wasn't gonna take the teasing quietly" She said. "Callan Baraed, Anaïs's mate" Callan introduced himself to Aiden, ignoring Sam and I's bickering.

Emily's point of view: I've spent hours in the archives room thinking about what happened today. I can't believe that I've just met Ethen. He changed a lot compared to what I do remember about him. He was just a kid when I last saw him, and now he is a man. You know, the type of men you only see on tv. His black raven hair gives him that vibe of a celebrity. He is indeed a celebrity. His blue ocean eyes look like some expensive jowls designed to fit his very handsome face, the bridge of his nose was created to link his eyes with his perfect lips.

Far enough that their eyes never met. Then the new account manager—Ethan, twenty-eight, easy smile, expensive watch—slid into the seat beside Jamie. “Mind if I join?” Ethan asked, already sitting. Jamie shrugged. “Free country.” Ethan leaned in. Too close. Smelled like cedar and ambition. “You’re the motion guy, right? Saw your reel on the shared drive. Killer work.” “Thanks.” Ethan’s knee bumped his under the table. Stayed there. Jamie didn’t move away.

She‌ was still wo‌rking out how to⁠ answer that when a‍ s‍hadow fell over both of them‍, and she didn't need to look up to know who it was. "She said she has class,⁠" Ca‍meron said. Ethan blinked up at hi‍m, up, bec‌ause Cam⁠eron had‍ at‌ leas‌t four inches on him and clearl‍y inten‌ded to use every one. "And you are?"