Imogene Scott “I really can’t let Dad lose Scott Luxuries to that witch. I need to do something about it.” I keep muttering to myself as I drive to City Hospital. Dad said he needed two hundred million dollars, will that even be enough to get the company back? I doubt that. I don’t have that kind of money right now though with the gallery opening and everything. But I can woop something up in a few days. I just need to talk to Dad first. I pull up in the parking lot and walk into the hospital. I brace myself and walked towards Dad’s room. I can hear murmurs coming from inside. Does he have a visitor? I take a deep breath and step in. I’m immediately greeted by that familiar clean, woody scent fills my senses. I stiffen, my eyes locking with Damien as l step closer to Dad’s bed. “Okay, why the fuck are you here?” I snap, my face red with anger. Why does he always have to fucking appear everywhere? And why is he even here after I asked him to stay away? Is listening so hard? “I’
Damien Shaw I can’t wrap my head around the fact that Imogene just apologized to me. How’s that even possible? She must be really desperate?“It’s fine. I don’t deserve a chance after everything I’ve done.” I say.Her features relaxes. “Glad you know.”We both walk back into the hospital room and Ethan seems a lot relieved that I’m back. My initial plan was to buy Scott Luxuries and hand it over to Ethan. But since Imogene insists on not accepting handouts from me, we have to go with another plan.I made a lot of research and realized Imogene’s mother founded the company so I guess that’s one of the reason she’s so desperate and even willing to hear me out.“Spit it out.” she snaps, her gaze boring into mine.That temper of hers.I turn to look at Ethan. “Your late wife founded Scott Luxuries but she’s dead. She was a fourty percent shareholder of the company and when she died, the shares automatically got transferred to Imogene.”Imogene and Ethan glance at each other. “Huh?” the
Imogene Scott After Damien leaves, I go over a few things with Dad before heading back to the gallery. I just hope Damien doesn’t try to do anything after I’ve baltently told him not to. I don’t need his help.When I get back home, I take a few hours to brainstorm on the concept development for the Art Convention. Even though I’m seemly distracted by everything that’s happening, I make sure to complete the research because l’ll be sharing my ideas with Keith and possibly Damien tomorrow.*** The conference room at KJ Tech is sleek, all glass and chrome, with a view of the city sprawling beneath us. I specifically chose to have the meeting at KJ Tech since I’ve vowed never to step into IMU again after Damien and I separated. But with the way things are going, I’m not sure I’ll be able to avoid it anymore.I’m seated across from Damien and Keith, both of whom are flipping through their notes."Alright, Imogene," Keith says, leaning back in his chair. "What have you got for us?"
Imogene Scott“You don’t think that’ll make things super awkward?” I say to Keith as I take a seat on a bench.He sits next to me. “Awkward how?”I frown. Awkward in a lot of ways. Keith, Damien and I will be working together for the next few weeks. Damien and I used to be married and he’s now trying to win me back. Keith and I went on a date once and he wants to go on a date again. That’s insane, the tension is going to ruin our teamwork.“You know how.” I eye him.“Fine.” Keith scoffs. “So, how about after the convention is over?”“Let’s talk after then.” I say, knowing it’s easier to postpone the talk than tell him the truth now.By the end of the day, I head back home. Elinor’s surprisingly waiting for me at home. After Breonna leaves, I make dinner for the both of us.“Why can’t you just filll me in on everything now?” Elinor says. “I’ve been busy with work I have no idea what’s been going on in your life for the past few days. Let me know.”“After I’m done cooking dinner.” I s
Imogene ScottMy heart clenches. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.I start banging on the door, panic rising in my chest again. “Hello? Is anyone out there? I’m stuck in here!” My voice echoes off the tiled walls, but there’s no response. I bang harder, my hands trembling. “Please! Somebody help me!”Still nothing.I feel the walls closing in again, the panic wrapping itself around me tighter and tighter. My breaths come in short, shallow gasps, and I clutch my chest, trying to hold myself together. But it’s too much. The fear, the pressure, the memories… it’s all too much.I slide down the door, collapsing onto the cold tile floor. My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes, and I bury my face in my hands, trying to block out the fear that’s threatening to consume me.I can’t do this. I’m going to lose everything. I’m going to let everyone down. I’m going to—My phone starts buzzing in my pocket, and I fumble to pull it out with shaking hands. Damien’s name flashes on the screen, an
Imogene Scott “Thank you.” I say to Damien as we both step out of Scott Luxuries.The final decision for the takeover bid hasn’t been made yet. The board members are making their votes and it’ll be announced later tonight. Damien assured me that we’re getting the company back but one part of me can’t stop thinking on the negative side. And even though I’m really grateful to him, it changes nothing.He offers to drop me off at the gallery and I agree since I’m still stoked from earlier and I don’t think my trembling hands can drive well. The ride is in complete silence, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the tension between us. I notice Damien stealing glances at me every now and then. I ignore him, and try to distract myself with the little gift bag on the headboard. It’s red with “Girlish-Store.” written on the nylon as it’s logo.“What’s that?” I ask, more to myself than to him.“That? I…erm.” he smacks his lips, a delay tactic. “I bought it at an online store.”“For
Damien Shaw Keith and I visit the convention site alone since Imogene suddenly bailed on us. She said nothing about why she couldn’t make it or what she was up to. I discussed our special booth concept for the convention, with a contractor a few months back and he was going to meet us at the site. But Keith and I arrived a few minutes ago and the contractor still hasn’t yet arrived.We continue to sit in my car in silence as we wait for the contractor. I’m starting to lose my cool because I’m not a fan of waiting. Keith on the other hand is relaxed in his seat next to me with his eyes closed.My phone buzzes with a text from the contractor. [Will be there in ten minutes.]Exasperated, I shrug and take a deep breath. Keith opens his eyes and glances at me. Then gives me a long hard look.“Can you stop breathing so loudly?” he says.I narrow my eyes. “Can you stop saying every little thought that comes to your tiny mind?”“Speaking of thoughts…” he trails off as he sits up. A smug
Imogene Scott I swallow hard as I turn to Keith. “Can we…erm…talk at the office tomorrow?”Keith is able to understand the situation and he nods before disappearing into the elevator. As soon as he’s gone, Elinor takes a step closer to me, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor.“What’s your hot landlord talking about just now?” Elinor asks calmly even though I can tell she’s pissed from how tight her voice sounds.I gulp down. “I…kinda didn’t tell you the whole truth.”“About…”“The Tech Con project.” I finally say.Shit, I should’ve told her immediately. I was just scared of how she would react. She never wants to hear anything that has to do with amien.“Which is?” Elinor says.I lean against the wall again. I want to ask her to let us discuss this inside, but Lily is asleep and I don’t want to disturb her. Especially since Elinor doesn’t know how to keep her voice down at pivotal moments like this.“Damien is also on the team.” I finally say. Elinor takes a deep breat
Imogene Scott I sit in the living room, wringing my hands together as I stare at the clock. The agency said they’d send the fourth candidate soon, but if she’s anything like the last three, I’m not sure I’ll survive the day. The first woman looked like she’d send me into an early grave with how tightly wound she was, and the second… I don’t even want to think about her. I could practically see her zoning out halfway through our conversation. The third one made me tilt my head in disbelief—a heavy coat, in this heat? On a blazing sunny day? What was she hiding under there? I shake my head, exasperated. A long sigh slips from my lips, and I sink further into the couch, staring at the sun-drenched curtains. Why is this so hard? I just want someone competent. Someone who can help me manage this house without driving me insane. The sharp ring of the doorbell jolts me upright. I spring to my feet, brushing invisible creases from my dress. Fourth time’s the charm, right? I don’t
Damien Shaw "I don’t even know who to trust anymore." The words are frustrating as they leave my mouth. I press my hands flat against the edge of my desk, gripping it harder. Gerald stands across from me, his expression carefully neutral, but I can see the tension in his jaw. “Weaknesses in our security?” I continue. “And now we’re sure someone on the inside helped with the leak?”Gerald nods. “Yes. The evidence points to internal involvement. Possibly more than one person.” The idea sinks into my chest like a stone. More than one person. It’s almost unthinkable. My team, the people I’ve trusted, built this company with—could they really be working against me? My throat tightens at the thought. “We need a full background check on every employee,” I say. “No exceptions. I don’t care how long they’ve been with the company, whether they’re at the executive level or just interns. Go through them all.”Gerald hesitates, just for a second. “That’ll take time,” he says carefull
Imogene Scott My mind is spinning as I step out of Lila’s office. Divorce papers. My father’s name on them. Lila’s isn’t. A billion-dollar check. For her? My heels echo sharply against the marble floor as I walk. In the lobby, I see the receptionist who texted me earlier and make my way toward her. She looks around nervously, then waves me over to a quieter corner. “You’re Mr. Scott’s daughter, right?” her voice low.“Yes,” I say. “Why?”She glances over her shoulder, then leans in, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your father was here the day before he was... you know. Killed. He and Lila had a huge fight in her office. I couldn’t hear what they were arguing about, but it was bad.”My stomach drops. “Do you remember anything else? Anything at all?” She shakes her head apologetically. “No, but... there’s something not right about her. She’s hiding something about this company. I’ve been here a long time, and I know when something’s off.”I blink, trying to process her word
Imogene Scott A week later… I sit in the stiff leather chair, my hands resting over my stomach. The waiting room is quiet and the door finally swings open. The doctor steps in, holding a folder. My breath hitches. This is routine, I remind myself. Routine. I’m here for my usual checkup. Alone this time. I had told Damien he didn’t have to accompany me since he’s been missing a lot work a lot lately because of me.“Mrs. Shaw,” The doctor says with a polite nod, gesturing for me to join him in his office. I follow, my heels clicking against the tile floor. His office smells faintly of antiseptic and lavender, maybe. I sit across from his desk, the folder now open in front of him. He doesn’t look alarmed, but there’s a wrinkle in his brow. “Imogene, I’m glad you came in today.” “Is everything alright?” He nods but steeples his fingers, leaning forward slightly. “The babies are fine, but your stress levels are higher than we’d like. It’s starting to show in your vitals
Imogene Scott The bedroom feels too big when Damien walks out. I sit up in bed, clutching the edge of the blanket. I let out a shaky breath, staring at the door he just closed. He’s going to ask me about therapy. I know he will. I don’t even know how to explain it. How do I tell him that sitting in that room felt like unpacking a suitcase only to realize you’ve brought nothing but broken things? That therapy didn’t feel like healing—it felt like dragging wounds out into the open and watching them bleed. I shake my head. I can’t stay in bed waiting for him to corner me. The quiet will drive me insane. I throw back the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My head spins as I stand, but I grip the bedpost and steady myself. I shuffle to the door, trailing my hand along the wall as I make my way downstairs. The faint hum of the stovetop reaches my ears, along with the rhythmic sound of Damien chopping something. I stop at the edge of the kitchen and watch him.
Damien Shaw “Please, keep the investigation discreet for now,” I say firmly, meeting Gerald’s gaze. My voice is steady, but my insides churn. Gerald nods and gathers his notes before leaving my office. The door clicks shut and I sink into my seat, pinching the bridge of my nose as my temples throb. Five meetings, all back-to-back in one morning. Each one is a battlefield of strategy, damage control, and trying to piece together what the hell is happening with this damn leak. My head feels like it’s about to split open, and the office suddenly seems unbearably warm. I loosen my tie and lean back, closing my eyes for a brief moment. I need just a second—one second to breathe— My phone vibrates against the desk, shattering the silence. I grab it immediately, hoping it’s Gerald with an update, but instead, I see Imogene’s name. It’s a text: Imogene: "I don’t think therapy is good for me."My stomach twists. Therapy. The session. What happened? My thumb hovers over her nam
“Yes,” I say with a little more heat on it than I would’ve liked. “Because he believed in me. He believed I could do it.”“Okay.”“He believed in me.”“I understand.”Beat.“Can you tell me what happened after you helped him save the company?” Annie pauses to find the right words. This one I don’t want to answer but I feel like if I wiggle around it Annie will just come right back for the jugular with her follow up. I tread with caution.“Well… he got married again.”“And you?”“Yes, what about me?”“Were you in touch with him?”“Well, he had his new life. We barely kept touch.”Annie holds another of her trademark unreadable stares at me. Even though I can’t gauge the specics, I can tell there’s a lot of speculation going on. I feel theneed to add more.“Plus, we started keeping in touch again recently.” I give a little nod to punctuate my statement. I’m hoping that moved the dialon Annie’s judgment, but after a few seconds I can tell it didn’t.Annie purses her lips. “Who reached
Imogene Scott I sit down in the tufted chair opposite Dr Annie Eddie and let out a sigh. This is my first therapy session with her and I’m a little nervous. I’m only here because of Damien. Because I want to be better for him, for Lily and the twins. I tell her a few things about my life I’m comfortable telling anyone and she tells me in order to get to what’s underneath those emotions, what’s driving it, we need to unpack my life in a more comprehensive way.“Okay…” I’m hesitant. What will this entail? I hate the uncertainty.“And please, address me as Annie.” I nod. “Sure.”“Now, I want to understand more about Little Imogene,” she says tenderly. “I understand your mother died of cancer when you were just ten.”Always with the childhood, these therapists. I’ve seen enough movies and TV shows to know that this is the classic therapeutic scapegoat. Some shit happenedin your childhood, it messed you up, that’s why you are the way you are.But not me. I didn’t have an alcoholic d
Damien Shaw The kitchen smells like butter and eggs as I stand by the stove, flipping the omelette in the pan. The sizzle fills the air, and I catch the faintest scent of parsley—Lily insists she hates green things, but I sneak them in for her anyway. I glance at the clock above the sink. It’s later than I thought. Imogene is still upstairs with the doctor. I hope that goes smoothly, but something tells me it won’t. “Mummy says eggs make you strong like Superman!” Lily’s voice cuts through my thoughts as she rushes into the kitchen.“Is it ready, Daddy?” she asks.She’s peering up at me with those wide, curious eyes that make me feel like I’m doing something right in this whole parenting thing. “Just in time,” I say.I slide the omelette onto a small plate, cut it into smaller pieces, then hand it to her. “Thank you!” she chirps before scampering into the living room. I follow her with my eyes as she climbs onto the couch, settling in with her plate. A faint movement ca