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I hesitated, then took a seat on one of the sleek stools. The eggs were perfect, like everything else in Alex Thorne's carefully controlled world."I have a spare set of clothes you can borrow," he said, refilling my coffee. "Someone left things here for when they visit. They might be a bit loose, but better than putting that dress back on.""Someone?" I raised an eyebrow, curiosity warring with the desire not to pry.Alex's expression remained neutral. "A houseguest. The clothes should fit well enough."I had a hundred questions about whose clothes I was about to wear, but I swallowed them with another sip of coffee. Not my business. Not relevant. "Thanks. I appreciate it.""The Cartwright designs are coming along well," he
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Alex turned to face me fully, his expression more open than I'd ever seen it. "When I was twelve, I got lost in the Blue Ridge Mountains during a family vacation. I wandered for hours in the dark, cold and scared. And then..." He hesitated. "A girl found me. She was young, probably around my age. She brought me to her cabin, gave me food, let me warm up. She saved my life."The chill spread through my entire body now. This couldn't be what it sounded like."Before I left the next morning, she gave me a bracelet," he continued. "Made of glass beads she'd created herself. For luck, she said."My mouth went dry. "A lot of people make glass beads.""Not like these." He reached into his pocket and pulled out something that caught the morning light, sending tiny rainbows dancing across the car's interior. A bracelet of familiar blue-green beads, the same unusual iridescence as the pendant I wore every day.My beads. My work. From a lifetime ago."That was you," he said softly, not a question
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I slammed my apartment door behind me and tore off clothes Alex gave me like they were burning my skin. The sweater caught on my earring, ripping it from my lobe with a sharp sting that barely registered through the white-hot rage pulsing behind my eyes."Fuck!" The word exploded from my chest, bouncing off the bare walls of my apartment. "FUCK!"I stormed into my bedroom, grabbed my pillow and drove my fist into it once, twice—not enough. I pressed it against my face and screamed until my lungs burned for air, the fabric muffling sounds that would've had the neighbors calling police. My throat felt raw when I finally stopped, collapsing onto the mattress, chest heaving.The lost boy from the woods. The same fucking person as my boss. What kind of cosmic joke was this?It seemed impossible. Too convenient. Too much like the kind of fairy tale I'd stopped believing in long ago.And yet...the bracelet. Those distinctive beads that matched my pendant. The techniques Mami Lulu had taught m
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I slammed my alarm clock for the third time, burying my face deeper into my pillow. Fuck Monday. Fuck work. Fuck Alex Thorne and his lost-boy-from-the-woods bullshit.I'd spent the weekend alternating between rage-cleaning my apartment and staring at my phone, hovering between blocking Alex's number and calling to demand more explanations. I did neither. Instead, I sketched until my hand cramped, drank enough wine to blur the edges, and ignored the outside world entirely.Now reality crashed back in the form of a job I couldn't afford to lose, regardless of how fucked up things had gotten with my boss."You're going in late," I told my reflection as I dragged a brush through tangled hair. "Avoid him completely. Just do your job."I dressed with deliberate care—black pencil skirt, crisp white blouse, heels high enough to be professional but comfortable enough to run in if needed. Armor against whatever today might throw at me.The design floor was unusually quiet when I finally arrived
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As the meeting finally broke up, Emma caught my arm. "Alex wants to see any preliminary sketches for the Meridian account. Can you bring them to his office this afternoon?"My stomach clenched. "Why can't you take them?""Because he asked for you specifically." Her expression softened slightly. "Maya, he's fighting for you with the board. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."I nodded stiffly, not trusting myself to speak. First things first: I needed to breathe, to think.The design floor hummed with whispered conversations as I returned to my desk. Faces turned toward me, then quickly away when I met their eyes."Hey," Mark from materials development said, approaching hesitantly. "A bunch of us are going to grab lunch at that new Thai place. Want to join?"Before I could answer, Sophie sauntered over. "Actually, Mark, we're at capacity for the reservation. Maybe next time, Maya?"Her smile oozed false sympathy. I watched as she led Mark away, his backward glance apologetic bu
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"What the fuck is this?" I demanded, voice shaking with rage.Alex closed the door behind him, moving slowly as if approaching a cornered animal. "I can explain.""Explain?" I brandished the papers. "Explain why you have surveillance photos of me? Medical records? Financial statements? Were you investigating me or fucking stalking me?""Neither." He ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. "I was building a case against Daniel.""By digging through my entire life?" The betrayal cut deeper than I wanted to admit. "Without my knowledge or consent?""Maya, please. Let me explain properly.""Fine." I crossed my arms, heart hammering against my ribs. "Explain why the CEO of a major design firm is playing private detective. Explain why you didn't tell me when you hired me that you'd been watching me for god knows how long."Alex sighed, gesturing toward the chairs by the window. "Will you sit? Please?""I'll stand.""Okay." He leaned against his desk, keeping
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