BLAIR POVThe moment Samuel was out of sight and the break room was just Rosa and me again, she snatched up the envelope I'd tossed on the counter. I'd been in such a daze that I had forgotten that I brought it in here with me."Wow, this place is pricey and porch." Rosa said, sliding out the gift card and peering at the amount. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, my F---kin v--gina. Seven hundred dollars! Ronnell really went all out. Are you sure you should accept something this extravagant?""I know, right?" I admitted, forcing a smile. I took the card from her, turning it over in my hands. The expensive spa logo mocked me with its image of calmness."But you don't seem that excited," Rosa observed, her brow furrowed."It's incredibly generous, it really is," I admitted, forcing a smile. "But..." My voice trailed off. It was hard to explain the knot of unease twisting in my gut. "Right now, with everything going on, spa treatments aren't exactly at the top of my to-do list."Rosa sh
RONNEL POVThe gym doors creaked open, and Mathew sauntered in thirty minutes behind William and me. No surprise there. Even with a wife and the CEO position at Domin Motors under his belt, the carefree party animal in him still managed to show up late. But hey, that's Mathew. It's part of his charm, and it doesn't bother me a bit.It was perhaps why our three-way friendship functioned so well. Mathew balanced us out. William and I had a tendency to get lost in our work, and we both veered to the side of way too fucking seriously. Then again, neither of us had grown up in a stable environment, and we'd have to make our own way. When Mathew had entered the picture in college, he did smack off our blinders, so we finally saw the world around us. It wasn't all books and studying. Mathew was fucking fun. With all the good looks and smooth moves, he could talk his way in and out of everything. We'd had some few adventures back then, forging a bond that still held strong, though we'd all
RONNEL POVBlair's desk was unoccupied. That was normally an unusual sight, but less so these days. She was up and down often, fleeing into the restroom multiple times in a day. I'd read up on the reasons this might be happening to her, just in case it was a sign of something that could have been wrong, and I was both relieved to find out It was normal and I was fascinated by the graphic that I had come across of the way a woman's internal organs would make way for their growing fetus. Booting up my computer, I found myself drawn to the door. Every rustle, every creak had me expecting Blair's familiar entrance, notepad clutched in her hands, but the minutes ticked by without any sign of her. A prickle of unease warmed its way in. Blair's balance had been shaky lately. What if she'd fallen, alone and hurt?The chances were low, but I decided to check, just in case. Something just didn't feel right. I had to pass the break room on my way to the restroom. As I approached, I picked on
BLAIR POVMy legs ache, knotted from hours spent crossed-legged. But I can't tear my gaze away from Nathaniel Paul Damian. They say birth is beautiful. But beautiful? Honey, there was nothing beautiful about that. Pushing a whole human out of...well, you get it. Shocking doesn't even begin to describe it.Still, the aftershocks of that chaos haven't worn off. My head's spinning, trying to catch up with the reality that I, Blair, am now a mother.But then Nathan lets out a gurgle, those impossibly blue eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. And just like that, the terror, the pain, the sheer ick factor - it all melts away. This tiny, perfect person, nestled in my arms, makes it all worth it. Sure, I won't forget the crazy ride that led to their arrival. But Nathan's presence is like a warm blanket, pushing the bad memories back, back, back.Eight weeks home, and Nathan was my lifeline. The rest of the world was a blurry mess, a constant current of exhaustion dragging me down. I didn'
BLAIR POVThe automatic doors whooshed open as I pushed the stroller into Starbucks. Samuel spotted me from across the room and made a bee-line, arms outstretched. I knew the routine - this wasn't a hug for me."There you are, buddy!" Samuel exclaimed, expertly scooping Nathan out of the stroller. He cradled the baby close, a surprising tenderness in his movements.A smug satisfaction bloomed in my chest. This was the same man who'd once called childbirth "undesirable" and declared babies "reeking." Now, here he was, a natural with Nathan nestled against his chest. A small smile played on my lips as I watched him bounce the baby gently, a soft coo escaping his own lips."Hello, there, little prince charming," Samuel murmured, nuzzling his nose against Nathan's chubby cheek. "How about you help Daddy Samuel to order Ham and Swiss on a Baguette? Sadly, you can't have one just yet, but I'm going to take an extra one to eat for you. Just try not to judge my sandwich-eating skills, alright
BLAIR POV“I think I do want to know,” I responded. Roy's well-being gnawed at me, and the more I heard, the worse it sounded.“Roy has been through a lot lately,” she confirmed with a slight sigh.Samuel walked by with Nathan in his arms as I asked my question. "Terrible," Rosa continued, lowering her voice. "He's got this...hollow look in his eyes recently. Didn't have them when he started. The poor man has seen things in his short time at Ronnell Roman's hands."A gush of anger washed over me. Ronnell? That arrogant blowhard?Rosa nodded grimly. "A week or two ago, Roy confided in me about Ronnell ripping him a new one over the paper he writes on his daily schedule. Apparently, he complains Roy's handwriting is bad. Even had the nerve to ask if he'd failed some 'handwritten subject' in school! Roy even had someone else review his writing, but Ronnell wouldn't believe it wasn't Roy's fault."“Oh shit,” I muttered under my breath.This was worse than I imagined. Belittling someone o
RONNELL POVThe rain drummed a relentless pace on the windowpane, mimicking the frantic beat of my heart. Blair's email echoed in my mind, a constant loop of brief sentences. Every second Blair's response lingered in my inbox felt like a drip of ice down my spine. My desk drawer, a neat stack of her handwritten schedules mocked me with their perfect clarity. Each word, each number, a testament to her carefulness. It wasn't until Roy's schedule, a scrawled mess of crossed-out lines and incomprehensible numbers, landed on my desk that I truly noticed Blair's perfect handwriting. Now, counting Roy's mistakes felt like a crime.His words were written roughly and I could hardly understand. I had a feeling of wrongness I hadn't able to shake. And Blair had been no help at all. She had taken far too long to respond to a simple email, and when she finally did, it had been to back Roy up. So, I was either going insane or Roy was definitely not competent with his work. If this was some sort
RONNELL POV"This is what happened," I began, launching into a detailed account of hiring Blair and her initial attainment. "Ella had recommended her, and let me tell you, Blair was impressive. She brought in new clients, kept my schedule running like clockwork..." My voice trailed off as I picked up one of the notes, the white a contrast to the unrest brewing inside me. "I don't know why you still do that," he finally interjected, his voice low and serious. "The schedule thing. It's a crutch, a way to control everything. You need to let go of some of that power,”"I don't think I can because it works for me," I snapped, a touch of defensiveness creeping into my voice. "Everything runs smoothly, efficiently. And that isn't the entire point of this discussion, William."There was a beat of silence, then a sigh from the other end of the line. "Look," William said, his voice calm but firm. "I understand you have your system. But can you please just get to the point? What did you find?”