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He laughs. "I understand, but you have a hard time trusting anybody, Connor. Everyone thinks you are this fun-loving, light-hearted man, but you are just a grumpy thirty-year-old who thinks nothing will go according to plan if he isn't the one making the plan." "Then you don't communicate why you want to do things a particular way, leaving me in the dark and left scrambling to cover for you." I shrug, losing interest in the content of the document. I make a mental note to rewrite the things that don't sit well with me before giving Ken my full attention. "Why should I give anyone an explanation? It's my company, isn't it? And I make changes as I see fit. Either they trust that I know what is best for what I built, or they don't." Ken tutts. "Connor Everest, billionaire playboy and CEO of one of the largest tech companies in the country," he says, standing and adjusting the lapels of his jacket. "You are not living up to your image." I glare at him. "I would give anything to be somewhere else, but guess who decided that they would go ahead and hire a cybersecurity specialist without my knowledge, schedule a meeting, and then inform me about it just hours before the meeting?" He grins and points to himself. "Guilty as charged." "Damn right, you are," I say, not letting him off the hook. "I have a half-mind to let you sit through this meeting alone—" "But you won't do that because you will always wonder if I chose the right person," he cuts in. I roll my eyes, but I cannot help the smile that curves my lips. It's uncanny how Ken knows me so well, but I guess that is to be expected since we've been friends for nearly ten years. We met in our first year of college, paired up in the same room. He persuaded me to come with him to a freshman party, and we have been friends ever since, partners in crime. The party life became my scene, but I knew how to balance it with school. Since Ken had a good head on his shoulders, I hired him to be my VP when I created the company. "You're lucky I have trust issues," I say. "I don't know if that is something that should be associated with luck because it sucks for you, but I'll take it," he replies. Then, he checks his phone. "The meeting should start in thirty minutes. I'll let you know when she arrives." My eyebrows crease. "She?" "Yeah, she," he replies as if it's not a vital piece of information. "You didn't tell me she is a woman?" He shrugs. "I didn't think it was important. What? You have a preference?" I shake my head. "What good is having a preference? I need someone who knows exactly what they are doing, that's all. And where is her file I have nothing on her. I'm not going in there blind." A mischievous grin touches his lips. "Oh, believe me when I tell you, she's good. You won't believe the trouble I went through to find her, but she's worth it. Her name is Evelyn Lockhart, and she's an independent cybersecurity consultant." "She's worked with some of the big boys out there, and she doesn't come cheap. But for you, my friend," he rounds the desk to pat my shoulder, "I pulled out all the stops. That's all you need to know about her for now." "What, that's all?" I'm intrigued. She sounds exciting, but— "Have her file sent to my secretary," I say as he walks to the door. "I know you gamble a lot, but my company isn't on the table." He turns to me when he gets to the door. "Who owns your company?" Ken asks. "Me?" "And that is your name plaque on the desk, isn't it?" I nod. "Then isn't your company on the table?" It takes me a good minute to get the joke, and by the time I do, he's out the door. But he isn't wrong, so I grin.Connor No, fucking way. I believe in coincidences. I think that two events can happen without being related to each other, no matter how in sync they might be. But I will not accept that the woman who called the cops on me two weeks ago and left me speechless at her doorstep is the same person Ken handpicked to be my cybersecurity specialist. Either fate is playing a game it thinks is funny, or she knew that I owned this company and planned this whole charade. "Well isn't this a bit awkward?" I try to break the ice. "I didn't think I'd run into you again," she says causally. "Me neither," I reply tightly. "So, you're the cybersecurity specialist Ken hired." "And you are the CEO of Everest, one of the largest tech companies in the country. I guess it's true when they say 'never judge a book by its cover'." I know it's a dig, and it hits home. But I'm not one to go down easily, so I quip pettily— "Did you sleep well?" I ask. "We make it our duty to hire people who prio
Evelyn I should have known, from the moment I saw him walk into the conference room, that this might be a big mistake. Knowing he is my neighbor who seems a bit immature with the loud parties, and then not willing to keep things quiet after a certain hour should have been the first couple of red flags, But I need the job. Not because of the money. I mean...the money is really good, but the project was what called out to me. The intricacies of it, the benefits to society and the environment when unveiled, and the potential for upgrading after it launches. My job might be to make sure that StoneTech's information doesn't get into the wrong hands, but my interest lies with the project as a whole. I am looking to work with a company that will consider my suggestions and input and be open-minded. But, Connor Everest is the furthest thing from open-minded. In the one week that has passed since I started working here, I have gone home with a brewing migraine. Even now, as I
Connor I glance down as my watch beeps, telling me I have ten minutes left on my morning jog. I don't get a chance to do it every morning, but it helps me get my head straight for the rest of the day. But I also need to stay healthy, so I wake up some mornings and decide to go for a thirty-minute run around the city. I am almost home when I hear. "Hi." I turn around to see a woman, probably in her early twenties, waving at me. "Hi," I respond. "I don't mean to be forward, but do you live here?" I nod, stopping mid-jog to see what she wants. Her face brightens. "Oh wow. Oh, okay. I'm Wendy." She stretches out her hand, and I take it. We shake. "I just moved in," she goes on, "and I was looking for friendly faces. You know...someone I can talk to from time to time." I'm not that person. "Do you," she says when I don't respond, "jog through this path every morning?" "No," I reply. "I come out when I have the time. And I don't think I'm the friendly face you're
Connor "Sir," she says as she walks into my office, carrying a file. I ignore her greeting, keeping up my pretense of typing on my laptop while I figure out how to repay her for this morning. "Sir," she gets to my desk and drops the file. "This is the summary of the protocols currently under simulation for the sensor systems." I count to five Mississippi, and then I close my laptop screen, staring at her with implied boredom and disinterest on my face. "I see. I'll go through them. Thank you." There is no trace of the earlier cheekiness on her face, and if anyone were to walk in, they'd think, with her power suit, well-styled hair, and high heels, that she's an excellent employee. That Evelyn Lockhart isn't an undercover menace. She nods. "Okay." I wait for her to get to the door, flipping the pages loud enough they make noise before I call her name. She stops and turns. "You need me to approve this, right?" "That is correct, sir." That is correct? Who speaks l
Connor "She is something," I mutter as I struggle to understand the scene that played out seconds ago. Unable to sit still, I stand and pace around my office. I stop in front of a window, shaking my head. "Me, a stubborn flightless bird? If anything, she should be telling herself the same words. Stubborn, obstinate, annoying," I list qualities I think belong to Evelyn Lockhart. "You do realize that all those words can be used to describe you, right?" I whirl around to see Ken standing in my office. "The door?" I say. "Knocking? Has everyone forgotten I'm the CEO?" "Whoa, did something happen?" he asks. "No," I snap, returning to my chair. Ken wags his finger. "I don't believe you. Something happened, and it has to do with Evelyn Lockhart." "How do you... never mind." "How do I know?" He finishes my question. "Well, I could tell you the long version or simply say that I saw her leaving your office, and she looked equally annoyed. What did you do?" My jaw drops. "W
Evelyn "I'm going to lose it," I mutter as I drag my sofa, trying to reposition the furniture in the living room to make it work. I've already dealt with the kitchen, fixing the wallpaper I purchased a while ago, but I had no time to set it up. I fixed the bookshelf in the spare room and did a few things in the bathroom. Not because I'm the twenty-something-year-old woman who arranges her apartment at night. No. The reason why, at midnight, I am putting my back to work instead of sleeping or relaxing in bed is because of the noise coming from the floor above mine. The sound of music and people competing to see who can talk the loudest kept me from sleeping. "I'm going to lose it, and I'm going to take someone with me," I mutter, abandoning the sofa when my strength fails and plopping it down. "And I know who I'm taking down." Because Connor Everest is a stubborn, flightless bird. At home, he acts like he's the only one living in this building, and at work, he drags his f
Evelyn "Don't tell me you'll make me go alone?" Mira, my best friend who lives miles away but somehow found herself in the city, says as she tugs on my arm. "Please, Evelyn?" I'm tempted to shake her off, but she weighs less than me, and I might send her flying across the room. "You have friends," I point out. "Why don't you ask one of them to go to the club?" She pouts. "But I want you to go, I miss you." I give her the side-eye. "You know what I mean," she adds, letting go of my arm. "They are not my friends, per se. Just fellow artists, and they will end up drinking and leaving me alone. You've always been the one with the motherly tendencies, so you'll keep an eye on me, and make sure I behave." I shake my head. "You want a chauffeur. I can't," I exhale, "believe you came all this way to ask me to be your chauffeur. What if I want to drink? What if I want to party? Did you think about that?" Mira looks at me like I've sprouted horns. "You want to drink?" she sa
EvelynI lose Mira five minutes after we walk into the club. First, it was the issue with the bouncer who wouldn't let us in because Mira didn't inform me about needing a pass.I had to pay some money after she flashed her doe eyes at me, and then we walked into a loud, dark place where we bumped into everyone we passed.I was in the process of trying to get through all the people when I lost Mira.And I wouldn't look for her, but she has my purse.If I'm going to get a drink I need to find her. Thankfully, she wore a bright pink shirt that will be a dead giveaway.I push through people, offering muttered excuses and squeezing myself through until I finally see her shirt. She's dancing with someone already, and he has his arm around her, so I try to get her attention without alerting the guy."Mira," I shout over the music, moving with them. "Mira.""Mira," I say a little louder, tapping her arm.The man turns around first, and my jaw drops when I see it's Ken. Ken, Connor's friend an
Felicia.We both stand and see two police officers exit the doors as we approach. We follow the nurse to a room.We see Collins sitting up in the bed; his arm has a big patch of gauze, and his shirt is bloodied, but he's alive.He looks up and smiles at both Carson and me."So, you got shot, little brother. I'm glad you're okay. You scared the hell out of us.""You just missed the police. They already have the men in custody.""Good. How are you feeling?""I'm fine. And so is Dale. He did well for a recruit.""Good. Felicia said you were wearing one of the new vests.""I was. But, I went by the office and grabbed one of the older ones before I went downtown."Carson gives me a searching look then looks over at Felicia, "Well, I'll leave you two alone. I'll go check on Dale."Collins looks over at me and then opens his arms. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him being careful to avoid his injured arm, but I forget about his back."Ouch.""Oh, Collins, I'm sorry.""Don't worry
Felicia.My cell phone rings, "Hello?""Felicia, it's Carson. There was some trouble downtown. Collins and a guard have been taken to the hospital. I don't know the extent of their injuries.""Oh, my God," my head swims with the news. I weakly sit down."Are you home?""Yes.""Look, I'm headed to the hospital; why don't I stop by and pick you up?""Okay, thanks, Carson."I look down at my hot pink lingerie, I had planned on opening the door to Collins wearing it. I go into the bedroom and throw on the first clothes I touch—a pair of jeans and a black shirt. I slip on some shoes and hear a car pull up in the drive. I pick up my purse and rush out the door.As I approach Carson's car, my eyes land on my Can-Am Spyder. I see the word 'Bella' airbrushed on the side of my motorcycle. I give a small smile, then turn and hurry to the car where Carson is waiting.Once I'm in the car and Carson is driving to the hospital, before I can ask, he looks over at me grimly, "I wish I could tell you m
Collins."Good," I say with relief."You're not? Then who is?"Ellen and Dave both ask at one time.Felicia gives a proud smile, "I recommended to the board that it be a shared responsibility. Two Co-CEOs. While most companies only have one CEO, some are having great success with Co-CEO positions. I think a good balance of work and family is important.""That's a great idea. So, who will be Co-CEO with you?" Asks Ellen."Who do you think they'll pick?" Dave asks Felicia."I don't know who the board will select. Even though I have a controlling interest, I feel the board should make most of these types of decisions. However—"Felicia stops and looks at Ellen, "I made a recommendation. I recommended Ellen Stone and Beth Smith from gaming for joint leadership."Ellen looks stunned, and then her eyes begin to light up at the thought, "Thanks, Felicia. I love the idea of joint leadership. Beth knows the gaming side very well. We've worked on other projects together. She and I get along gre
Felicia.I give Collins a nod. Then I turn toward Ellen and Dave, "All of us will be attending the meeting," I inform them firmly."We will?" Ellen and Dave both look at me wide-eyed.I then hand them each a small stack of papers, "Yes, Ellen, you helped prepare these for me. If you and Dave could pass them out to the board members while I review the numbers, it would be helpful. Then, we will all be available to answer any questions that might be asked. Okay?"They both nod. I turn back to Collins and take his hand. Then, with a spring in my step, we walk out of the copier room and cross over to the boardroom.When I open the conference room door, I give everyone a wide, friendly smile. The Chair and Vice Chair of the Board catch my eye, and they nod solemnly to me as I enter. I nod back."Good morning," I walk toward the head of the conference room and gesture for Collins to take my normal seat. I remain standing between Collins and my uncle, who's at the head of the table. I notice
Collins.When I arrive home later that night, the house is dark. Felicia would always leave a light on in the house, so I know she's not in the apartment before I even open the door. I grimace as I flip on the light switch. I look around and everything looks exactly like it did when I left. Except Felicia isn't here. The empty apartment seems to mock me.I can't believe how the night ended. How arrogant I was to believe that she wanted something more than friendship. I pull out my cell phone and look down at the red beating heart that made me think she might feel the same way about me as I feel about her.I go to delete the heart, but at the last minute, I don't. I can't. It's the last text I may ever get from Felicia. I'm not only losing my wife, I'm losing my best friend. She gets me. She always has.I could tell earlier tonight that she felt bad. She probably didn't know how to tell me how she's been feeling. She wants to move on with finding someone she can love. And it's not me.
Felicia.When Serena and I walk out of Donovan Security a little after one o'clock, we both feel satisfied with the contract.Serena looks over at me, "I think everything went very well. That was one of the smoothest negotiations I've dealt with. Both you and Carson were flexible and fair. I think both sides basically got what they wanted, leaving Hayford Software in a very good position.""I'm glad the negotiation part is behind us. I can't wait to tell the team we have a signed contract from a major buyer, and we're ready to launch."We say our goodbyes, and then I drive to Hayford's.When I enter my department, every single member of the team watches me walk in. I can tell they've all been waiting. I give a huge smile and then hold the signed papers up over my head like a trophy."We have a signed contract, and we're ready for launch!"There are hoops and hollers as everyone gives a cheer. Then comes a lot of backslapping and high-fives.Ellen comes over. "So, are you nervous abou
Collins.It's Thursday morning, and I'm early. I want to be at the ten o'clock meeting to show Felicia my support. She's worked so hard on putting this deal together.The night before last, I started training one of the supervisors to be Hawkin's backup. Smitty, the guy I've been training, appears to be catching on quickly.I really don't want to work another night shift ever again. I'd rather be home at night, in bed with my wife.Damn, I can't believe how much I've missed being with Felicia. It's only been since Monday night, but I've gotten used to spending our evenings together.It doesn't matter if we're sharing stories about work, watching a movie and eating popcorn, sitting out on our deck, or riding our bikes. What's important is doing all of these things together, doing them with Felicia.I pull out my phone and look down at the last text she sent me. I saved it like some love-sick teenager simply because Felicia sent me a red beating heart. Damn, I've got it bad.I haven't h
Felicia.It's Wednesday, and I've been on pins and needles, waiting for everything to come together.Our department has been working around the clock to get the changes to the software ready. It's come a long way from the rough draft that Carson was originally shown.The team took my ideas and ran with them. They came up with some very innovative improvements on their own. Excitement is high.I've barely seen Collins as we're working opposite shifts.I'm getting ready to grab some lunch because I'm hungry. I skipped breakfast again this morning. My stomach has been acting up. Maybe Ellen was right, and I'm coming down with something."Felicia, it's Jaxson Gibson. Would you be able to stop by my office today?""Hi, Jaxson. Yes, I was getting ready to leave for lunch in a few minutes. I could be there in about fifteen minutes if that works?""Great. I'll see you then."When I walk into Jaxson's office, I'm shown into a small conference room in the back.Jaxson comes in. "Felicia, thanks
Felicia.It's Monday, and I spent most of Sunday looking up information about ReConstruct.Collins suggested I hire Jaxson and his team to look into the company's finances and bank records. I called Jaxson from the parking lot before I entered the building, so I'm running a little late.When I enter our department I find Ellen waiting for me in my office."Uh oh, are you here with good news or bad news?""You decide. Here are the projected sales from the third-party company. They re-ran the numbers based on the new marketing and pricing plan."I carefully put down my briefcase, sit down, and only then do I pick up the file in front of me.I quickly skim through their findings. Then I look up with a beaming smile."Let's get these over to Donovan Security.""Already done."After Ellen leaves, I lean back in my chair and just sit there with a smile on my face for a few minutes until I get a text from Collins.'I bet you're smiling!' With a smiley face emoji. My response is just a row of