Luna read through the account statements her accounting division had sent to her via email a few hours ago. It was 11:59AM, her entire morning had been a series of going through account statements and expense reports. Luna wouldn’t call accounting her favorite part of her job, but she liked seeing the evidence of the work her company was doing outlined in spreadsheets, the positive and negative arranged in rows and columns. The practicality of it all helped her to stay on track with what was done, what was being done, what should be done and what needed to be done in the future.Without spreadsheets and accounting, Luna knew there would be chaos and imbalance. When there was chaos and imbalance, there was no control. And having been a woman with no control once before in a period of her life, Luna was not eager to give up the reins of control just yet now that she’d found them.Luna let out a breath as she realized she had let her mind wander there again. ‘There’, the place she ha
Two days later, Luna sat at her desk, Honor’s top designer at her fashion company seating in the chair across from her.“So, let me get this straight,” Andi DeLaughter, the designer, said, “you want me to be your personal designer even though you’ve got no fashion house, no affiliation or collaboration with the fashion industry and you rarely get invited to any fashion show or event that my work can be recognized and/or admired.”Since Andi hadn’t posed the statement as a question, Luna just shrugged. Andi’s eyes narrowed, she stared at Luna.“Huh,” she said simply.Luna found she wanted to smile, the twenty-three year old genius designer was obviously still well in her young and free prime, every emotion she was feeling was spelled out on her face, none masked or restrained in any way whatsoever. Now, her brows were furrowed as she appeared to be in thought.Luna had researched her- or Rita had, she amended to herself, at her request- and given that Andi had only been in the fas
Flashback.Luna wrung her fingers together nervously as Moira Lake made her way towards her. She had heard of her, she had read about her, and none of the things she’s heard or read even came close to the real live version of the woman making her way towards her.Luna swallowed, and her nerves only became even more agitated with each step Moira took towards her. And then she stopped in front of Luna, and Luna’s nerves calmed instantly. They had no choice but to be calm in the presence of such power.Moira’s gray eyes stared into hers, and Luna found herself hit with a mental punch to the gut from the force of power in the eyes staring at her. And Luna knew all the magazines and newspapers hadn’t been lying when they said Moira Lake was a ‘powerful woman’, she literally carried the power in every inch of her body.She smiled. Luna could see hints of warmth in her eyes as she did, and yet she got the feeling that even that was commanded there by Moira. The directness of Moira’s ga
Present.Luna stood on the porch as she watched Matt wave to her and drive away, she remained where she was for a little while longer, staring morosely into the dark night. She was feeling…. sad, was the word. All through the ride home, a melancholic feeling had been weighing heavily on her heart, and she knew the origin of the feeling.You know who just acted like? Moira. She couldn’t get the words, or the implication of them, out of her head. Breeze blew, Luna rubbed her hands down her arms to warm away the chill it brought. She finally turned to walk into her house, worried she might freeze to death if she stood outside for too much longer.Normally, Luna’s ritual was to command the lights on as soon as she walked in, but this time, she didn’t. Somehow, tonight, the dark fitted her, and the lights would have been too bright. She was wallowing, she realized. Or, she wanted to wallow, she amended silently.Luna rubbed a hand over her chest as she stood in the middle of her livi
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Rita asked Luna.Luna looked over at her and rolled her eyes, giving her a wry smile. “That’s the third time you’re asking me that question, and all in the short time we used to walk from the reception to the elevator.”The elevator doors slid open as Luna talked, she and Rita got in, the doors slid back closed again.“I’m fine,” Luna completed.Rita sighed and shrugged, giving her friend a worried look still. “Well, of course I’m asking repeatedly if you’re fine, because your lips are saying one thing, and your entire face is saying another.”Baffled, Luna’ brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”Rita stared at her. “Hello, have you looked in the mirror today? You look like hell. Did you even get any sleep last night?”Luna remembered what she had been doing all night; crying her eyes out over a sonogram picture. But even as close as she was to Rita, and how she felt she could tell her anything, she couldn’t tell her that. Not yet anyway. So
Luna couldn’t focus all through the meeting. She barely heard a word, and that pissed her off. She might have joined the board for the gala as a step in her revenge plan, but she was a businesswoman, and she wouldn’t have joined the board if the project hadn’t shown promise of profit for her. And because she was a businesswoman, she also planned to contribute substantially to what was being done for the gala event. She didn’t plan on being a liability, Moira would be sure to remind her of it at every given opportunity if she was anyway.And Justin, or rather his penetrating gaze, was a distraction to that. She couldn’t focus, she barely heard a word of what the speaker had said during the meeting, and who would? She thought to herself, when eyes that were dark like midnight seared into their skin. She knew Justin well enough to know that that might have been his goal, that precisely. To unnerve her, make her uncomfortable, make her think of him. Like she was doing now. Damn you,
Maybe she didn’t know a lot about fashion, as Rita liked to remind her every time she helped her order a dress online, to substitute for the one Luna had originally picked. But even as fashion impaired as Luna might be, she recognized fine design work when she saw one. And as she ran her hands down the delicate embroidery on the the suit Andi had specially designed for her, she knew it was one of such fine works of design.One of many Andi was going to be designing for her, Luna thought to herself. Poaching Andi from Honor had been a good investment, if not for anything else, then for the upgrade her wardrobe definitely needed, and was going to be getting. She was new to the game, much like Andi, Luna thought to herself. She hadn’t had money for long, unlike the people she was playing the game with. She hadn’t been born with a silver spoon in her mouth or served to eat from a silver platter. Her family hadn’t been rich, but they had been happy. Happier than Luna has been in her lif
Luna hated assholes. And the fact that she was sitting across from one right now did nothing to improve her already sour mood. “I’m sure we can come up with a middle ground that would work for both of us here, Mr. Pierre,” she said, hints of her frustration ragging around the edges of her words.Clayton Pierre, owner of Pierre Memorial Ground, the gravesite where Luna’s father was buried, and where Clayton was planning on selling, sat across from Luna in her visitor’s chair. He was a huge man, with a rounded belly and enough weight about him to crush a heavyweight champion to dust. He had gray hair- which was more shiny silver than gray- round the edges of his dark hair, his skin was smooth as a baby’s and tanned like he sorbet every waking moment under the sun.He had eyes that seemed to be both bored and alive at the same time. Like he could easily switch from looking like he was listening raptly to whatever you were saying to being completely bored out of his mind. Luna had b