[Atlas]As soon as the girls left the office, I could hear the sound of Clark closing all the blinds and turning on the light."You might as well come out," he grumbles. "I know you heard everything."I press open the panel where my hidden office rests. From the outside, it just looks like an ordinary bookshelf, but if you know how to access it, the bookshelf slides out of the way opening into a small but well-stocked room, barely bigger than a desk, with a private bathroom and a minifridge. It's not so different from the type of panic rooms that many executives have built into their office spaces, and that is likely what this room will become once the charade is done.From this hidden office, I listen in on meetings and conversations, sending Clark text messages or emails to help him negotiate trickier situations. He is a good enough businessman to handle most of the day-to-day work on his own but I still feel responsible for the success of S
[Cordelia]We followed Clark and the police officer to a private office away from the rest of the hospital. It didn't have the antiseptic feel of the emergency room, nor the unflattering overhead florescent lighting. Instead, it had soft chairs and sunshine. Just outside the window is a beautiful rose garden. It seems wrong that we are disturbing this space."This the hospice wing," Clark explains and it makes sense. This is the part of the hospital where the very old and the terminally ill come to spend their last days. They want those days to be peaceful and pleasant. "I recognize it from Grandpa Jasper," his voice is soft and sad. He looks at little Jasper bundled in my arms and his eyes fill with tears. "Why did they bring us here, Clark?" my voice is shaking and Tilly grabs my arm. A doctor walks through the door and takes a chair across from us. "I brought you here because I am hoping you'll allow me to be your specialist. After looking at your son's scans, I am certain I can h
[Cordelia]"Doctor, are you saying my little boy is seriously ill? That it isn’t just a cold?"I can't remember what he says next because everything else is a blur. His words rush past me in a whirlwind of confusion. More scans, more tests, more treatments that may or may not work. Apparently this virus is so lethal that it kills most of the people who catch it. It’s also extremely rare. Steele Labs had been working on a cure for this virus and several others by making a miracle treatment that would work on everything from this illness to infant lung cancer.They died before they could ever share it with the world. And now my baby, my perfect baby boy, might be dying like so many other Steele babies before him. "He's a strong, healthy child," the doctor assures us, "And while there is no perfect cure for an illness like this, but with treatment he has a chance. We were able to save Atlas and Clark from this illness, maybe some of the same treatments will work for Jasper.""But it mi
[Cordelia]"Magnus?" A cold chill runs down my spine. "Magnus Fisher.""If I had only known," Atlas runs his hands through his hair, "I could have alerted the police when he first appeared to you. I could have stopped this disaster from tumbling out of control."Something clicks, something Angelica said before she died. "Atlas, before Angelica died she mentioned something about there being someone out there who she was trying to protect me from, somebody more terrible than I could imagine. She said he was the reason she was doing all the terrible things that she was doing to drive us apart," I blink up at Atlas. "Could that person have been Magnus?"Atlas looks startled. "If that's true, how deep does this go?" Atlas wonders aloud. "If Magnus had a hand in Angelica's disappearance, or even in our relationship..."Atlas' eyes brighten with realization, but then his face falls as the meaning sinks in. "How many people has Magnus sen
[Cordelia]When we returned to Steele Industries, my mother was waiting anxiously. Sydney was nowhere to be seen, buried deep in the archives. She looked lost, despondent, and so alone my heart ached to see it. Being around Sydney is only causing her pain. I think of my other mother, the one who raised me, and wonder how she is doing. I haven't spoken to her since that awkward tea. Mr. Greyson, the man I grew up calling father, has called a few times and left a few messages. He even sent a small care package when Jasper was gone. But I haven't been ready to forgive them. Seeing Crissy Devaroux is making me question whether or not I have been fair to them. Yes, I never felt showered with their affection, but maybe that isn't entirely their fault. Maybe as a younger child, I would have always felt like I was living in my older sister's shadow. Maybe, I should give them another chance. "Maman, are you okay," I sit down next to her and wrap my arms around her to give her a sideways hu
[Cordelia]After rocking Jasper to sleep and saying goodnight to my mother, I went about preparing for my evening. I never had wedding jitters, Atlas made it quite clear that first night that he would not be touching me and that he never had plans to consummate our union. He hated me for reasons we have since realized were foolish.But tonight I have jitters. 6 years later, ironically enough, on the same night as our original wedding. I had been a spring bride. April showers bring May flowers and the world was abloom. It was supposed to be romantic. Unfortunately, those same April showers also brought disaster.It isn't raining tonight. The sky is clear except for a few clouds glowing in the moonlight over the ocean. This is a beautiful location. Jaxon Steele picked a paradise to build his home on and raise his family. Hopefully, if things go well, Jasper will live and we'll raise our family here as he would have.With Atlas by my side, we'll
[Sydney]"Alright, Ms. Sydney," Stelly, our security guard comes up to remind me it is time to go for the evening. "You are the last one left in the building. Again.""Oh dear," I look around pretending that I hadn't noticed. "I guess I did it again. I guess I'll have to continue my work at home." Picking up a stack of manila folders and my notebook, I jam them into my leather bag."You work too hard," he comments, shaking his head. He's a big teddy bear of a man, 6'2" and as wide as he is tall.I know he finds me beautiful, so I let him think I might be interested when he helps me open the door. It never hurts to have a person like him in my back pocket."Thank you," I bend over to pick something up, knowing that he can't help but watch. "I do appreciate how you make such an effort to care for me."His face is the perfect shade of cherub pink as I wave to him on my way out to my car.I need a drink. It's been
[Cordelia]Atlas has come to me every night since he revealed he is hiding here living in the walls like a voyeuristic specter, watching our day-to-day life. That is when he isn't haunting Steele Industries, making sure that Clark doesn't accidentally run the business into the ground. Until we gather enough evidence to prove our case, Atlas needs to remain in the shadows.In the meantime, we need to make the best of our situation. Every night we make love, reaffirming our commitment to one another. And every morning as the first rays of the sun appear on the horizon, he leaves me alone in a cooling bed, the scent of him on my skin. With my mother still in the house, we cannot risk her finding us and discovering Atlas' secret.Too many people already know he is still alive for it to be safe. In some ways, the police were right when they recommended we stay apart. Now that we are back together, I can't keep a goofy smile off my face. If someone is watching m