Lena's POV I blinked, threw off for a second. Apex, the weight of the name, its prestige, and the associated possibilities were limitless. If this agreement was sealed, it would jump our projects to a different level entirely. “Where?” I asked, leaning forward. He offered me a little grin. “The seminar is in Thailand,” he said. “If you want to bring in more investors for our projects, you will have to go there. Apex doesn’t do virtual meetings, not for this purpose and not for this level.” Thailand. That was an unexpected turn. My thoughts leaped into action. For how long will I be away? What was the seminar about? Am I even prepared for it? “This is important, correct?” I said that I already knew the answer, but the confirmation was needed. “Yes Lena,” Damien said with conviction. “Opportunities such as this are not offered by Apex to everybody. Their interest in our company means more than pleasure. But you are not assured. You will have to stand in for us, deny clear defeat
Lena stepped inside her apartment and let the door settle with a soft hit behind her. For a split second, she simply stood there, leaning on it until the silence of her house engulfed her. The day had indeed been long and tiring, and she could feel the exhaustion coming from the thought of the trip that lay ahead of her. She shut her eyelids, inhaling the air before breathing it out audibly after some time, all the air in her lungs leaving them in a quick and unsteady manner. Eventually, she took a push off the door and proceeded to the direction of her room. Each movement weighed more than the previous one, as though, at last, her physique was acknowledging the exhaustion of the day. When she finally entered her room, she froze at the threshold, studying the well-known area. The made-up bed which had been made the previous morning seemed to be extremely comfortable, but her attention was elsewhere, on the chest of drawers that was across the room. She heaved a breath and turned to
Lena settled into the passenger seat and smelled of Damien’s car. It was clean, unscented, and comfortable. He got into the car, started the engine, and she fastened her seatbelt. A music station was turned on, and they moved away from the curbs of the street heading towards the airport. The ride was calm for some time with neither speaking any word as they were deep in their thoughts. Lena stole glances at Damien from time to time, looking at him and the way the light poles outside were flickering on and off as shadows were created with every flash. There was something safe about him, a calm, resolute confidence that she had in her. “Are you nervous?” he asked suddenly after a long pause. “A little bit,” she said, hesitating for a moment, then added, “OK, maybe a little more than a little.” He gave her a look then turned his gaze away after a second. “You will be alright. You have been through all this before. Just be your own self, and they will understand why it is the best inv
The flight attendants started the service after the seatbelt sign was turned off. Lena opened her eyes and exhaled a breath she never knew she was holding. She squirmed in her seat, reclining it a little, and attempted to ease tension in her muscles which, however, felt tightly coiled in a stress knot. A flight attendant with a courteous expression on her face came up to her. “Good evening, madam. May I offer you a drink or some food?” She looked up in hopes of returning a similar courtesy smile. “Yes, please. Only water for the time being, however.” The attendant made a gesture which meant ‘yes’. “And what would you like for your order? Grilled chicken with vegetables or a vegetarian pasta?” “The chicken sounds good,” came a light reply from Lena, sounding rather weak. The attendant exhaled, stating that it would be out soon and returned to the next row. While Lena bounced back again, she shut her eyes again for a while but her inner fidgety annoyance held her from staying still
The constant noise of engines running and the low light in the cabin, after a while, made Lena fall asleep, albeit not peacefully. Her body, which was already tired from all the stress and preparation of the day, finally succumbed to the fatigue she had been battling all day long. Her head was slightly tilted towards the seat edge as the seat back could no longer contain her, her files still held loosely in her palms. Hours went by in the blink of an eye, and she was lost…when the irritating sound of the clouds broke the silence. “Men and women, I am the captain of your ship. We will be touching down at Bangkok airport in about 20 minutes. Kindly ensure that your seatbelts are fastened and that all hand baggage is secured. We trust that you have enjoyed the flight.” Lena opened her eyes and blinked several times, momentarily lost as she remembered where she was, surrounded by darkness and faint sounds of activity. Her muscles were rigid, and her hair, which was previously held in a
Lena followed the steward carrying her stowed bags toward the elevator. The body ached after a lengthy flight. Sadly, every step seemed heavier. The steward, so impeccably dressed in a hotel uniform, moved swifter with a demeanor that could be described as polite but efficient. He then opened the elevator door and gestured for her to step in. The ride up was quiet and peaceful, accompanied by the soft humming of the elevator. Lena surveyed her reflection on the polished walls and took a good stare at how tired she was. Her hair was slightly out of shape from her earlier messy bun because of dark circles under her eyes, which were much more pronounced under the brightness of the elevator's interior lighting. She made a mental note to fix herself before doing anything else. At the other side of the elevator doors, the steward escorted her along a wide, thickly carpeted hallway with walls that displayed contemporary artworks, each piece of which was spotlighted with warm illumination.
This was the moment when a soft, purposeful knock came at the door and brought Lena back into focus. She crossed the room to open the door and found standing before her a polite young woman clad in a crisp uniform. In her hands was a tray covered with a polished silver dome. "Room service," the woman said with bright prettiness. "Thank you," said Lena, stepping aside for her to go inside. The attendant moved gracefully into the room, almost rehearsed in her movements, and placed the tray on the small dining table by the window. "If there's anything else you need, ma'am, please don't hesitate to call us," she said, still arranging and straightening the table settings. Lena smiled. No. That Shall Suffice. Thank you. Nod of the attendant, and she went back to the door and softly shut it behind her. Lena turned back to the table and gazed at the covered tray. The glowing in her stomach made it quite impossible to miss just how long it had been since she last had a meal. She reached o
Lena stood pressed back against the door of her hotel room with a racing mind. Had she actually seen him? Or her mind was playing tricks on her? Grant was not supposed to be there. He was supposed to be at home drowning in business meetings and dealing with Damien. Anyhow, the reason for accepting this invitation for a seminar was to distance them... from the sordid tension building at work, not having the much-needed conversations, and even from all those memories that she wanted to forget.Breathe, Lena, she told herself. She took a deep breath and put her ear to the door and listened. No sound, no footsteps coming closer. With slow caution, she turned the lock and opened the door just a sliver, peeking out into the hallway. Empty. Her heart slowed its wild beating. Perhaps she had only imagined him. After all, she was sick, hungry, and drained emotionally. It would hardly be a stretch for her mind to come up with a familiar face, especially one weighed by so many unresolved feel
Ariel's POV I navigated the aisles of the upscale grocery store, tossing a few essentials into my cart while my mind replayed the day's events. I was worried about Lena- sickened from worrying about how far she would go. I sighed and rubbed my temples as I walked toward the checkout. Probably a quiet night alone would help me think.After paying, I stepped out on the sidewalk, shifting my bags around in my arms while raising one hand to flag down a taxi.That's when I saw her.Allyson.Lena's assistant.Allyson was a few feet away, standing in the same manner and trying to catch a taxi. My brows twisted downwards. It wasn't strange for Allyson to be out, but there was something about the way she was standing-an urgent, almost anxious-like it's stopping Ariel right in her tracks. Allyson looked behind her as if she were checking for someone before hastily getting into the cab.Clarity came back in a flash. Something was wrong. I moved without thinking and jumped into the next taxi.
Lena's POVAriel scoffed. "How generous." I met Sean’s gaze, ignoring Ariel’s comment. "And if I don’t?"The smirk was still there, but now there was a little less shine to it. "Then Cassidy keeps coming. And she won’t stop until you’re drowning." I drummed my fingers against the desk. "Tell me something, Sean/ do you enjoy being her lap dog? Fetching threats and delivering messages like an obedient little servant?"His expression didn’t change, but I knew he was getting annoyed with me."I enjoy working for someone who knows how to win," he replied with a bit of a smile. "And that’s exactly what Cassidy is doing."Finally, I lifted the envelope, ripped it open, and removed the crisp letter. My eyes scanned the words and my jaw tightened.Cassidy wasn’t just playing the media against me; she was making moves in the business world. Pulling strings with my investors, aligning herself with my competitors. If I didn’t act fast, she’d have her hands wrapped around my empire’s throat.I pl
Lena PovThirty minutes later I found myself sitting across from Victor in a private lobby of an exclusive hotel. He slid a thick folder across the table. I opened it and scanned the pages with my eyes.The seemingly immaculate life of Cassidy Graham had a few cracks- cracks not seen until this moment."Her finances are not as clean as she makes them appear," Victor said, a calm note to his voice covering a trace of satisfaction. "There are some shady offshore dealings under one of her shell companies; not illegal yet, but it wouldn't take much to make it look like one."I was tapping my fingers on the table, considering.Victor continued, "Her personal life is the other half. She's been seen with Damien quite often. The media would devour the insinuation of an affair."I raised my brow as I looked up. "An affair?”Victor smirked. "That's how we'll frame it."I inhaled slowly while considering the next steps. The offshore accounts were straightforward; they would definitely harm her r
Lena's POVI dropped the call and let silence embrace me as my heart regained its calmness. The anger churning in my gut, however, remained unbridled, scorching beneath my skin. Cassidy had drifted in, taunted me before drifting away like a winner. But she was mistaken. I walked to the window and gazed down at the city below. Streets stretched below with the pull of life, unaware of the war that was rising from the shadows. I had built my empire in this city, made my name untouchable. And Cassidy thought she would take it away from me? No chance. I turned back to my desk, flipping through the reports of the latest damage control efforts. The media had been relentless on me. The headlines cast me as a tyrant, my employees as victims, my business as a decaying empire. Some of my top investors had already withdrawn, and those still holding on were betting on my ability to weather this storm. I would. A knock sounded at my door. I didn't look up. "What?" Marie came in, her steps hes
In the charged air between us, we both stood on our ground, studying each other for a fight. Cassidy had the guts to walk into my space, my office, as if she owned the place. And yet she didn't bat an eye. No hesitation marked her steps, nor was there any flicker of doubt in her gaze.She wanted this confrontation.Fine. I would give her one.I leaned back on the desk, arms crossed, as I met her ice-cold glare. "You've certainly grown bolder," I said flatly. "All that time spent scheming in the shadows must have done wonders for your confidence."A tinkling laugh escaped Cassidy. She sounded light, but the undertone was sharper. "Oh, Lena. You act as though you haven’t been doing the same. The difference is I don’t hide behind boardrooms and PR firms. I fight my battles head-on."I scoffed. "Is that what you call it? Lying? Poisoning the media against me? You are not a warrior, Cassidy. You are a snake, slithering in the cracks while waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike."He
Lena's POVDamien closed the door behind him and leaned against it, crossing his arms. "You are driving straight into a downward spiral, Lena." His voice was low but firm. "And it is pathetic."I shot him a glare. "Excuse me?""You heard me," he said, stepping closer. "Look at you. Scurrying frantically to try and hold on to power, chasing shadows, and lashing out at everyone around you. This is not the Lena I know!""You don't know me," I shot back. "You have no idea what I've been through, what I've had to fight for."Damien's eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. "I know you've always been ruthless, but this? This is desperation, Lena. And desperation will make you sloppy."A flare of rage shot up through my chest. "If you're here to lecture me, skip it. I've had enough of your advice.""You need something," he said, his voice slicing into my defenses like a knife. "Because right now, Cassidy's winning. And if you don't stop acting like a cornered animal, she's going to run you out.
Lena's POV I hung up without another word, mind a million miles ahead of the present situation. This was going to be the start of a legal spate; I was determined to tell my story and remind them how I am the queen of this industry.I spun around toward my laptop, typed up an emergency statement that had to reach each and every national publication before daybreak: Good-naturedly offering recognition of the challenges, some non-essential regrets for "misunderstandings", and reaffirming my commitment to excellence. This was a standard maneuver, creating an impression that had worked in the past any number of times.But it felt wrong. Cassidy was not only trash talking me; she was actually shredding the very fabric of what I stood for. And deep inside, I knew this was no tale about her being hurt or displaced. It was a simple tale of revenge.Sitting paralyzed before the luminous screen, a thunderbolt hit me: Why shouldn’t I play for both sides? Why must I let Cassidy run this fight?No
Lena's POV Opening the door to my office unceremoniously, there was the loud creak of the hinges shattering the fierce silence. Grant walked in, his usual authoritative self almost hazed with agitation. Clad in his immaculate tailor-suit as ever, the tautness of his jaw and the flickering unease in his eyes gave him away."What do you want, Grant?" I asked as irritation escaped my voice.He shut the door behind him and took slow, steady steps toward my desk. "I'm here to talk about the mess you made, Lena."Leaning back into the chair, I drummed my fingers against the armrest. "The mess I made?" My voice was bitter. "That's something to say coming from you."Grant's expression darkened. "Don't even go there. The tabloids are not exactly kind to you. The Graham family is furious, and now the investors are asking if you are even worth the risk."I sprang from my chair, the heels clacking sharply against the marble as I closed the distance between us. "Don't lecture me about risks, Gran
Lena's POVMy heels clicked sharply against the cobblestones as I exited the sleek black car, approaching the glittering glass facade of my flagship store. It shimmered like a fortress of success, a tangible testament to everything I had built with my sweat, ambition, and many sleepless nights. But today, even its imposing beauty felt diminished, its big façade cracking only visible to me.I had a holiday from the unending chaos inside the Parisian resort, after my disastrous fashion show. It was a happy place, so peaceful between grittiness. I had sat beside tranquil waters and overdosed on luxury, but even there, a weight of failure pressed down on my chest. And it was an illusion; the calm turned to an ache, that as soon as the real world came in, cold and sharps always were waiting, like an old friend.My empire..the one I had built from scratch, brick by painstaking brick-was under attack, and I knew exactly who the enemy was.As I stepped inside, the same humming environment gre