Sage wasn’t sure what was worse: Damian’s cryptic silences or the fact that he always seemed to know exactly how to manipulate a situation. Her frustration with him had simmered all night, leaving her restless and irritable. But the morning brought no respite. Her phone lit up at precisely 6:30 AM with another message.Damian: Office. 9 AM. Wear something sharp.Wear something sharp? She nearly threw her phone across the room. She hated his vague instructions, hated how he expected her to follow without question. Yet here she was, rifling through her wardrobe, searching for something that screamed confidence, even if she didn’t feel it.By 8:55 AM, Sage was stepping into the sleek, glass-walled office of Cross Enterprises. Her black pencil skirt and fitted blazer felt like armor, though she doubted it would do much against whatever Damian had planned today.As she reached the executive floor, Damian was already waiting for her outside his office. He glanced at her, his sharp gray eyes
Sage had no idea how she got through the rest of the day. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more troubling than the last. Damian’s world was starting to feel less like an opportunity and more like a trap. The archive had opened her eyes to the sheer scope of his power—and the weight of the consequences for anyone caught in his crosshairs.Back at her apartment, she tried to shake the heaviness clinging to her like a second skin. A warm shower, a quick meal, a desperate attempt to lose herself in a book—none of it worked. Damian’s words kept replaying in her head: “If you want to save Bluebird, learn to navigate this world.”But how?She was still pacing her tiny living room when her phone buzzed. Her stomach twisted when she saw Damian’s name.Damian: Be at my penthouse tomorrow night. 8 PM. It’s important.No explanation. No context. Just another command disguised as an invitation.She stared at the message, her thumb hovering over the reply button. Part of her wanted to ign
Sage barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, the message replayed in her mind, a relentless loop of foreboding: Stop digging, or you’ll regret it. She hadn’t even scratched the surface of Damian’s world, yet already it seemed to be biting back.By morning, her fear had morphed into grim determination. If someone was trying to scare her off, it only meant she was on the right track—or at least, closer to something worth uncovering.When she arrived at Damian’s office later that day, she was met with an energy that was sharper than usual. His assistant, Emma, greeted her with a strained smile, her normally cheery demeanor replaced by a tension that set Sage on edge.“Mr. Cross is expecting you,” Emma said, gesturing toward the office doors.Sage stepped inside, and the first thing she noticed was the large screen on the far wall, displaying what looked like a map with blinking red dots scattered across it. Damian stood in front of it, deep in conversation with a man Sag
Sage’s world had transformed into a chessboard, each day marked by moves and countermoves. The shadow of danger loomed over her every step, and Damian’s influence—both protective and overbearing—seemed inescapable. The next morning, she found herself back at Bluebird earlier than usual, hoping to find a shred of normalcy.The café was quiet, the hum of the espresso machine a comforting constant. Sage moved between the tables, wiping them down and adjusting chairs. For a moment, it felt like the old days before Damian and his world of high-stakes power plays.But her peace was short-lived.The chime of the doorbell announced Olivia’s arrival. Sage turned to greet her best friend, only to freeze when she saw the worried look on Olivia’s face.“Sage,” Olivia began, closing the door behind her, “there’s something you need to see.”“What is it?” Sage asked, setting the rag down.Olivia pulled out her phone and handed it to her. On the screen was a news article with a headline that made Sag
Sage stared at the business card in her hand, the weight of it far heavier than its physical form. The name Victor Bancroft practically burned into her mind. She’d heard Damian mention him before—a cunning and ruthless businessman who didn’t just fight his battles but obliterated anyone in his way.Now he was in her café.She rushed to the door, pushing it open and scanning the street outside. But Bancroft was gone, disappeared into the city like a wisp of smoke.“Who was that?” Olivia asked, her voice cutting through Sage’s fog of panic.Sage closed the door and turned back to her friend. “Victor Bancroft. As in the Bancroft behind Bancroft Industries.”Olivia’s eyes widened. “Wait, the same guy who’s been trying to get his hands on this block for years? Why would he come here?”“I don’t know,” Sage said, her voice tight. “But it can’t be good.”Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out to see a text from Damian:“We need to talk. Now.”Sage sighed, the tension in her sho
The days following Sage’s meeting with Victor Bancroft felt like a countdown to an unknown detonation. Each minute ticked by with an unbearable weight, and Sage couldn’t shake the feeling that every decision she made was pulling her deeper into quicksand.Damian’s dossier on Bancroft had left her shaken. The man wasn’t just ruthless—he was methodical, willing to use threats, blackmail, and even violence to eliminate obstacles in his path. Yet what struck her most was a series of transactions tying Bancroft to a shell company involved in funding illegal land grabs overseas. If this information got out, it could ruin him.“What’s the plan?” Sage asked, pacing in Damian’s office.He leaned against his desk, calm as always, though she could see the sharp focus in his eyes. “We leak just enough to shake him. If Bancroft realizes he’s being watched, he’ll start scrambling to cover his tracks. That’s when we strike.”“And how does this help me keep my café?” Sage demanded.“It keeps Bancroft
Sage woke the next morning feeling as though a storm cloud had settled over her. Her body ached from the tension of the past few days, and her mind was clouded with a mixture of fear and fury. The message from Bancroft played on a loop in her head, his veiled threat sending a chill down her spine even as it stoked a fire in her chest.As much as she wanted to stay holed up in her apartment, Bluebird needed her. She couldn’t let Bancroft scare her into submission, even if he’d already managed to rattle her more than she cared to admit.Damian was sitting in her kitchen, sipping coffee as though he’d been there for hours. His tie was loosened, and he looked uncharacteristically unkempt, though his sharp eyes revealed he’d been strategizing all morning.“You’re up early,” she said, grabbing her own mug.“I haven’t slept,” he admitted, his tone clipped. “Too much to do.”“Let me guess,” she said, sitting across from him. “You’ve already got a counterattack planned.”“Not yet,” Damian said
The night air was crisp, the hum of the city muffled as Sage, Damian, and Elias made their way to the meeting location. It was an unassuming warehouse on the edge of town, nestled in a maze of industrial lots. The place felt isolated, forgotten, the kind of spot where secrets were traded, and plans unraveled.Kyle had arranged everything, choosing the location after encrypting several messages to their mysterious source. According to Kyle, the informant had insisted on secrecy, a condition Damian had reluctantly accepted.As they approached the warehouse, Sage’s nerves were on edge. Damian had insisted she come despite her protests, saying her presence might keep the informant honest. It hadn’t made her feel better about walking into what could very well be a trap.“You’re sure about this?” she whispered to Damian, her breath visible in the cold air.“No,” he admitted, his eyes scanning their surroundings. “But if this person has what we need, it’s worth the risk.”Elias stepped ahead
The soft whir of the espresso machine blended with the quiet hum of conversation in the café. Morning sunlight streamed through wide windows, bathing the cozy space in a golden glow. Maya stood behind the counter, tying her apron as she handed a steaming latte to Mrs. Cartwright.“Thank you, dear. This will get me through the day,” the older woman said, her smile warm as she took her cup.“Always happy to help,” Maya replied, watching Mrs. Cartwright settle into her usual spot by the window.Three months had passed since the wedding, and life had begun to fall into place. The café—her dream—had grown into something more than just a business. It was a community now, filled with regulars who treated the space like home. The renovations had given it a fresh look, with a larger counter, modern equipment, and a small stage for events. Yet it still carried the same charm it always had, the same welcoming spirit that Maya had poured into every detail.The bell above the door jingled. Maya gl
Back at the safehouse, the team gathered around the table, the flash drive sitting ominously in the center. The tension in the room was suffocating as if everyone was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Alex plugged the drive into her laptop, her fingers flying over the keyboard.“Give me a minute,” she said, her voice steady but laced with urgency.“Take your time,” Drake quipped, leaning back in his chair. “It’s not like we’re racing against the clock or anything.”Sage shot him a glare. “Not helping.”“Relax,” Drake replied, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I’m just saying—”“Quiet,” Damian interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument.The room fell silent, save for the soft clicks of Alex's keyboard. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on her screen, the tension palpable.“Got it,” Alex finally said, her voice breaking the silence. “The drive’s encrypted, but I’ve cracked the first layer. It’s a manifest—cargo logs, supply routes, personnel assignments…”“And?” Damian pressed.A
The soft whir of the espresso machine blended with the quiet hum of conversation in the café. Morning sunlight streamed through wide windows, bathing the cozy space in a golden glow. Sage stood behind the counter, tying her apron as she handed a steaming latte to Mrs. Cartwright.“Thank you, dear. This will get me through the day,” the older woman said, her smile warm as she took her cup.“Always happy to help,” Sage replied, watching Mrs. Cartwright settle into her usual spot by the window.Three months had passed since the wedding, and life had begun to fall into place. The café—her dream—had grown into something more than just a business. It was a community now, filled with regulars who treated the space like home. The renovations had given it a fresh look, with a larger counter, modern equipment, and a small stage for events. Yet it still carried the same charm it always had, the same welcoming spirit that Sage had poured into every detail.The bell above the door jingled. Sage gl
Morning sunlight poured through the café’s storage room windows, painting the space in a warm, golden light. Today, the room wasn’t just for storing supplies—it had become Sage’s bridal suite. Lavender scents mingled with the faint aroma of coffee, adding a calm, familiar touch to the excitement in the air.Sage stood in front of the full-length mirror, hands smoothing over the soft lace of her wedding gown. The dress fit perfectly, its delicate patterns a quiet nod to the latte art she loved so much. For once, everything felt right—elegant yet true to her.Alex, her best friend and maid of honor, adjusted the pearl-studded veil. “Sage, you’re not just glowing—you’re basically showing off now,” she teased, stepping back to admire her work.Sage chuckled, her nerves easing a little. “If I look this good, it’s because of all the fuss you’ve been making.”“Someone has to make sure you’re perfect,” Alex said, straightening a loose curl. Her voice softened as she caught Sage’s gaze in the m
The apartment above Sage’s Haven was quickly becoming more than just a living space—it felt like home. Exposed brick walls framed the cozy rooms, while the wide windows let in golden sunlight that painted everything in warmth. It was modest but inviting, much like the life Sage and Damian were building together.That morning, Sage had busied herself rearranging the living room while Damian tinkered with her stubborn coffee grinder at the kitchen table.“Do you actually know what you’re doing?” she asked, leaning against the counter, a grin tugging at her lips.Damian squinted at the machine, screwdriver in hand. “Of course I do. Drake’s fixed stuff like this a hundred times.”“Drake also set Alex’s toaster on fire the last time he ‘fixed’ something.”He glanced up, mock offense flashing in his eyes. “That was one time. And anyway, I’m not Drake.”“Thankfully,” she teased.He smirked, though his focus quickly returned to the grinder. Moments like this had become their norm—quiet, playf
The morning air carried a crisp freshness as Sage and Damian strolled down the cobblestone street toward the café. They had spent weeks bringing the place back to life, but today was different. The grand reopening of Sage’s Haven was finally here—a milestone that once seemed like a distant dream.Sage stopped a few steps from the door, her gaze fixed on the café. The new sign gleamed in the sunlight, its elegant lettering standing as a testament to her hard work and resilience.“This is really happening,” she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and excitement.Damian stepped closer, placing a steadying hand on her back. “It is. You’ve earned this moment, Sage. No one deserves it more than you.”She turned to him, her eyes shining. “I couldn’t have done this without you. You’ve been my rock through everything. This café—it’s as much yours as it is mine.”His smile was gentle but firm. “No, this is all you. I’m just lucky to stand beside you.”Before she could respond,
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of the safehouse, illuminating the room with a warm golden glow. Sage stirred awake, her body aching but her spirit feeling lighter than it had in days. She blinked up at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened. The final confrontation with Elena was behind them, but the scars—both emotional and physical—would take time to heal.Her hand instinctively moved to her side, where the gunshot wound was healing. The pain was still sharp, but it was nothing compared to the torment of seeing Damian’s anguish as he held her in his arms that night. She turned her head to see him sitting in the chair by the window, watching her.“You’re awake,” he said softly, his voice laced with relief and fatigue.Sage gave him a small smile. “Barely. Have you even slept?”He shook his head, standing and moving to sit beside her. “Not much. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”Her heart ached at the sight of him. His normally strong and c
Morning light seeped through the blinds of the safehouse, casting a muted glow over the room. Sage stirred in her bed, her breath catching as the sharp pain in her side reminded her of the bullet wound. It hurt, but it was manageable—enough to remind her she was alive.In the chair beside her, Damian slumped forward, his head resting on folded arms. His exhaustion was written all over his face: the dark circles under his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the weight of too many sleepless nights.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice a little hoarse.He jerked awake, his eyes wide as he took her in. Relief softened his expression, and he sat up straighter. “You’re awake.”“I am,” she murmured, offering him a tired smile. “But you look like you haven’t slept in days.”He shrugged, brushing off her concern. “I didn’t want to leave your side.”“You could’ve at least taken a nap,” she teased gently, though her gratitude ran deep.“I couldn’t,” he admitted. “Not after everything.”“How bad is it?
The room was hushed, filled only with the sound of Sage ’s shallow breathing and the rhythmic beeping of the makeshift medical equipment Alex had hastily set up. Damian hadn’t left her side, his hand gripping hers as though his touch alone could keep her tethered to the world. Outside, the rest of the team regrouped and planned their next move, but inside the room, time seemed to stretch infinitely.Sage stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she blinked against the dim light. Damian leaned forward, his voice soft but urgent. “Sage ? Can you hear me?”She blinked again, her gaze focusing on him. “Damian...” Her voice was a mere whisper, but it was enough to make relief flood through him.“You’re okay,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You scared the hell out of me.”Her lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”Damian exhaled a shaky breath, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Don’t joke about that. You took a bullet, Sage .”“I