ELOISE We walked past the busy employees in the hallway, trying not to draw too much attention because of Adam’s commanding presence. It felt utterly ridiculous. Then we reached the elevator and stepped inside with three other people looking our way. We descended to the parking level, and I sandwiched myself in the back row. And there it was, his new car, a shiny black Rolls Royce, parked next to my Aston Martin, turning the parking area into a display of luxurious sports cars. “Is that new?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I couldn’t risk someone throwing up on my window again,” he joked, opening the passenger door. “Get in.” I hesitated for a moment. “Where are we going? It’s my lunch break.” He flashed a mischievous smile. “Then you’ll eat your lunch. Get in,” he repeated, gesturing for me to enter the car. Adam took his place behind the wheel and began navigating his way out of the building. A fact crossed my mind when we hit the road. “Ms. Craig mentioned earlier you’re pl
ELOISE Firstly, I wouldn’t say I liked drawing attention, so I tried to live with a low profile for twenty-nine years. It hadn’t been easy finding a suitable boyfriend either, as I preferred to keep my personal life private and not have it excessively scrutinized. I still had dreams of having a family and a life partner. Someone who would appreciate the simple things in life and didn’t have pretentious needs. He should have had a decent career that matched our easy lifestyle, but definitely not some billionaire or influential big shot like Logan Cunningham, my dad. I wanted someone who wouldn’t pry into my past. Only one person had truly seen the real me, and that was Chase. I was certain he’d get it and understand I wanted to break free from my father’s shadow and embrace my own background. I trusted him wholeheartedly. But nope, he still chose Zoey. The guys I’ve met were blinded by my grand apartment, the flashy car, and my career, and they assumed I was swimming in money. Li
ADAM Loosening my tie, I lay on the couch in my penthouse, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. I had thought I had the perfect plan to get her back to me. I never planned on getting involved with someone else. And there Zoey was, in my living room, kneeling on my carpet, quiet and waiting for me to give her direction. Despite this, my mind couldn’t help but drift back to my conversation with Eloise this afternoon. “I asked you to come here to talk because I hate listening to the walls.” She lowered her eyes as she always did. “I know it’s not my right to ask, but Eloise… I never thought that you—” I raised an eyebrow at her. “I never agreed to be exclusive.” Apparently, I still lived up to that agreement, just having women I could occasionally fuck. What was important to me was that we remained careful. “Yes, you’re right.” “Go on. Speak your mind.” My voice was low and flat, resonating throughout the living room. It seemed I was right. Whenever Eloise was involved, it made Z
ELOISE I sat at the head of the long conference table, surrounded by my talented team of creatives. Ms. Craig suggested we develop an exhibition event for the upcoming company’s 30th anniversary in a few weeks, following the announcement of the “Switcher,” a film based on the popular fictional comic book of the same name. We aimed to create an attention-grabbing teaser at the stage to introduce the world to the superhero Switcher in live action. “Alright, team,” I began, clearing my throat, “Before we proceed with the whole exhibit idea, Ms. Craig wants us to focus on the ‘first look’ of the Switcher teaser. Any initial thoughts?” Heidi, one of our motion designers, promptly raised her input. “I believe we should select the same old font that embodies Switcher’s power to make it more recognizable, and with a combination of blue and gold, representing his colors, but with a darker and rougher edge. It should symbolize Switcher’s superhero abilities, like teleportation, element magic,
ADAM “Well, well. Look who’s become a CEO. Congratulations.” Carter joined Chase and me at Paradise Ave bar on the Upper East Side. It had officially been a week since I was introduced to Generations, our newest subsidiary, and another week since I set foot in that goddamn office. I needed to calm myself from lusting over Eloise, experiencing blue balls for a week, because I didn’t want anyone else. That was bad news. I smirked, swirling the rich amber liquid in my glass. “It’s a new era. And might I remind you that no one believed Rafe would entrust it to me, including you?” I gestured toward Carter. Chase chuckled, clinking his glass with mine. “You guys sound like you’re in a competition.” This guy… I still couldn’t get him and Eloise out of my thoughts. He was her first. First in everything, just like she said. Lucky little bastard. “That’s how it is in our family,” Carter told him, patting his back. “If you knew Adam, you would understand. Among all of us Sebastians, he’s t
ELOISE “Morning, Jenna. Surprised to see you this morning,” I chirped, flashing her a mischievous grin. Jenna had been pulling all-nighters at her current job, and it seemed like we hardly had a chance to catch up despite sharing the same roof. “Good morning to you, too. You look different today,” she remarked, then her eyes widened. “Oh, my God. What did you do to your hair?” I smirked. “I decided to get a haircut after work yesterday.” “Damn, you’re rocking the new look, but those long locks were your asset. Why on earth did you do that?” Jenna asked, getting up close and even daring to touch a few strands. Honestly, I was just annoyed without any major reason. Not major, I repeat. There was just this guy who kept haunting my thoughts, not letting me get a good night’s sleep, and I just couldn’t stand it. He hadn’t even had the decency to show up and left me hanging, waiting for me to decide, though I hadn’t figured it out. Not that I didn’t want to get back at Zoey and Cha
ELOISEI tried to push away the sad news Mr. Ross had dropped on me earlier in the morning. Keeping myself calm as usual, I noticed Trina conversing with someone from the IT department. She was packing her stuff into a large box while the IT person unplugged her computer cables. “What’s going on?” I furrowed my brow. “Did you quit?” Trina burst into laughter. “Seriously? I’m one of the top employees of this company! No, we’re relocating!” she exclaimed excitedly. “We? To where?” “We’re getting our own special office.” My eyes widened. “A new office just for our team?” “No, just you and me. We’ll be working closely with the boss,” she explained. “The boss? Wait, what do you mean?” I was already dealing with the shock of Malcolm’s news, and now another surprise awaited me. Working closely with Zoey or Chase was something I never wanted to do, not at all. Trina playfully rolled her eyes. “Come on. You can’t fool me with that innocent act. I know you’re smarter than that.” I blin
ELOISE “Why me and Trina? Why not Ms. Craig? She’s our boss," I asked him. “Ms. Craig will be needed in your department,” Adam said simply. “Remember what we spoke about in the car last week?” “The collaboration, yes. I understand.” “You and Ms. Jackson have the potential to work at the Sebastian Picture headquarters, and both of you will be in charge of giving me reports directly. We will choose only one of you. And since you are such a stubborn, defiant woman with a smart mouth, I had to tell you this when I shouldn’t. It’s too early and unfair to Ms. Jackson, don’t you think?” I avoided his eyes. I was just too triggered by his actions. Obviously, I was wrong about that. Mixing personal relationships with work wasn’t a good idea, and my judgment was clouded. But wow! A chance to work with Sebastian Pictures? That was huge. An opportunity that would only come in a million years. It was one of my biggest dream! I bit my lip. “I’m sorry.” “You need to learn your place, Ms. W