Rachel sat at the small desk in their hotel room, her laptop open. The screen displayed their immediate team in a grid of video call windows. Ethan stood behind her, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “I don't think why my team will betray me now," Ethan said as the call kept ringing Rachel looked exhausted, her hair tied up messily. Ethan's face was tense, his jaw clenched. The IT manager, Greg, had just joined the call, blinking sleep from his eyes. Rachel wasted no time. "We’re not here to point fingers, but we need answers. Someone accessed the prototypes without authorization. We need to know who, how, and why." Greg adjusted his glasses nervously. "I’ve been reviewing the server logs since Danny alerted me. The unauthorized login came from an IP address in Europe. It wasn’t from anyone on the team... at least not directly." "Not directly?" Rachel asked, narrowing her eyes. Greg cleared his throat. "It could’ve been someone using stolen credentials. Or... someone
Rachel stood frozen in front of her laptop, staring at the breaking news headline splashed across the screen: “Star design set to reveal their latest project online" The color drained from her face as she read the subtext: Rumored to feature their prototype of the design. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, slamming the laptop shut. Ethan leaned against the hotel desk, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on her. “This is it. They’ve taken the bait and want to claim it as theirs.” Rachel rubbed her temples, her mind racing. “They’re going to flaunt our work. And worse, they’ll beat us to the market. Everything we’ve worked for is gone.” Ethan straightened, his expression calm but determined. “Not if we outdo them.” Rachel turned to him, her tone biting. “And how exactly do we do that, Ethan? The launch is in a week. We’ve lost our key designs, and now you want to know what? Start over?” “Yes,” Ethan said simply, his confidence unwavering. Rachel gaped at him. “Do you hear you
The soft clink of espresso cups and low hum of conversation filled the small café in the heart of Rome. Ethan leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes studying the man across from him. Luca De Luca, with his slicked-back hair and easy smile, looked every bit the polished Italian businessman. “You owe me for this,” Luca said, stirring his coffee with a silver spoon. “If anyone finds out I told you…” “They won’t,” Ethan promised, keeping his tone steady. “Your name stays out of it.” Luca nodded, lowering his voice. “Strata’s CEO, Moretti, likes to keep up appearances, but his operation isn’t as flawless as it seems. Their Achilles’ heel is logistics. They’ve been having trouble meeting deadlines. Too many delays and missing shipments. It’s starting to hurt their reputation.” Ethan leaned forward, his mind racing. “And they’re hosting a big press conference tomorrow. If their designs are ready but they can’t deliver them on time…” “They’ll lose credibility,” Luca finished. “But
The tension in the room was palpable as Rachel and Ethan worked late into the night. Their team had been briefed earlier on the decoy prototype, a bold distraction meant to throw Star off course. But behind the scenes, they were quietly working on their real innovation: a revolutionary fashion design that would make headlines if they could pull it off in time. Danny sat at her desk, stitching fabric samples, while Liam tested the decoy prototype on a mannequin. Rachel paced, her mind racing with ideas and doubts. Ethan, seated across the room, sketched the final details for their secret project. “This decoy better work,” Rachel muttered. “If Star catches on, we’re finished.” Ethan didn’t look up. “It will. They’ll be so focused on stealing the fake design that they won’t see what’s coming.” Rachel stopped pacing and turned to him. “And what if they do? What if this backfires?” Ethan finally looked at her, his expression calm but firm. “We’ve calculated the risks. Worrying wo
The hotel room was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning. Rachel sat on the edge of the bed, her head in her hands. The weight of the past few weeks pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. The project was in chaos, her family was far away, and the guilt of missing her kids gnawed at her constantly. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, lighting up with a picture of her daughter Danielle. Rachel stared at it, hesitating. She didn’t have the strength to answer. Instead, she stood and walked to the window, staring out at the bustling streets of Italy. The city’s beauty felt like a cruel contrast to the turmoil inside her. The sound of the door opening behind her broke her thoughts. Ethan stepped in, carrying a bag of takeout. He looked tired but determined. “Thought you might need dinner,” he said, setting the bag on the small table. Rachel didn’t move. “I’m not hungry.” Ethan frowned, studying her. “You’ve been off all day. What’s going on?” Sh
The day had arrived.It was the day they were to showcase their design to Emma Stone and the rest of the team. The tension in the air was palpable, but the excitement of finally seeing their hard work come to fruition kept everyone focused. Ethan and Rachel had spent the morning preparing, finalizing the last details of the prototype, and mentally preparing for the big presentation.Rachel stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, adjusting her outfit for the final reveal. She had chosen a sleek, navy blue dress that was both professional and stylish, hoping to make the best impression possible. But as she zipped up the back of her dress, the zipper suddenly stuck halfway. No matter how hard she tried, it refused to move.Frustrated, Rachel let out a sigh. She tugged again, but the zipper wouldn't budge. Her hands were shaking with a mix of nerves and exasperation. There was no way she could present like this."Great," she muttered to herself. She glanced over at her phone on t
As they walked toward the presentation room, the tension from their encounter with Mark and Selena still hung in the air, but Rachel felt it begin to dissipate with every step she took. Ethan was beside her, silent but supportive, his presence grounding her in the chaos of the moment. When they arrived at the door to the presentation room, they paused, sharing a glance. The large, sleek doors loomed in front of them, but beyond them was what felt like the culmination of everything they had worked for. Rachel’s heart was pounding, but there was no turning back now. They had made it this far.“You ready?” Ethan asked, his voice calm.Rachel nodded, taking a deep breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”Ethan reached for the door handle, giving her one last reassuring smile. Together, they stepped inside.The room was immaculate, with the polished conference table in the center, surrounded by sleek chairs. A projector stood at the far end, the large screen waiting for the presentation to beg
Emma Stone leaned back in her chair, her gaze sharp and thoughtful as she addressed Rachel and Ethan. “The new designs are stunning,” she said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension that lingered in the room. “And I’ll make sure the other models wear them for tonight’s Met Gala.” Rachel’s heart skipped a beat. “You mean… they’ll be showcased?” “Yes,” Emma nodded. “We’ll work fast. But more importantly, we need to find out who stole your design.” Her eyes narrowed as she glanced in Mark and Selena’s direction. “This kind of behaviour has no place in my team or in this industry. I want the thief found. Quickly.” Ethan raised a brow. “We already got a clue, but not until the show is over, then we will look further."“A-list stars and models are the ones showcasing your design tomorrow, and if you don't have anything news come up or any lead, most of them will reject your design." Selena lament “I have a solution," Mark said. “We should our own design for tomorrow and maybe
The dimly lit hotel back hallway stank of stale carpet and cheap cologne. Rachel stood close to the cold wall, barely breathing as she listened in on the argument happening just down the hall."…We go to the Mavericks Fashion Walk tonight," Michael's deep voice growled, filled with barely controlled anger.Rachel's heart was thudding in her ears. What?!The plan is simple," Michael continued. "We create enough havoc to kill Ethan. Full-blown scandal. Sponsors drop out, investors lose their minds—his empire crumbles in an evening."A second voice—cunning, smooth—spoke. Sophia."And what do we do with Rachel?" she asked, poison in every syllable. "Are we finally ridding ourselves of her?"Rachel's feet left the floor.Michael hesitated for a moment before he said, "If she gets caught in the crossfire, that's on her."Rachel gulped a breath of air.Sophia laughed coldly. "Well, well… finally got some spine, Michael?" She paused, and then went on, "And what about security? You know Ethan
The perfume- and smoke-scented hotel room was shrouded in gloom, the atmosphere thick with tension. Sophia lay back on the velvet couch's rim, her perfectly manicured fingers trembling as she brought a minute pill to her lips. Closing her eyes, she swallowed it, following the bitter aftertaste with a swig of whiskey. Her blonde locks were disheveled, her otherwise flawless appearance marred by the dark smudges under her eyes.The knock on the door barely registered in her dazed mind, but when Michael stepped in, slamming the door behind him, she let out an irritated sigh. “You look like hell,” Michael muttered, scanning the room with distaste. “Smells like it too.” Sophia rolled her eyes and sank deeper into the couch. “You’re always such a gentleman, Michael.”Michael ignored her sarcasm, jaw clenched in frustration as he set a folder on the coffee table. "Our strategy is breaking down," he stated tightly. "Most employees in Emerald Designs want to quit. They're spooked. And the
The police station was unusually quiet for this hour of night, the fluorescent lights shining a cold glare over the tile floors. Ethan entered through the front door, his face as unyielding as stone, his presence commanding. The officers saluted him with respect and caution, knowing the weight his name carried.He hadn't wasted any time on formalities. "How's the case progressing?" His voice was low and gritted with annoyance. "And why, for goodness' sake, did the men you arrested suddenly end up dead?"One of the officers shifted uncomfortably. "We have no idea, Mr. Grayson. Nobody had seen them, and there were no signs of anything unusual."Ethan's jaw clenched. "How did they die?The officer hesitated before responding, “Their bodies have been sent for autopsy. We’ll have more details soon.” Ethan ran a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting. “I want to see the security footage.”Minutes ticked by, and he stood in front of a monitor, arms crossed as he watched the grainy
A jerky movement from the hospital bed made Ethan sit up abruptly. Rachel's fingers spasmed, her eyelids fluttering. Then, suddenly, she began thrashing, gasping in short, shallow breaths."Rachel?" Ethan's chest tightened as he rushed to her side, grasping her hand tightly. "Rachel, can you hear me?"Her body stiffened, then she started struggling, her face twisted in agony. Panic gripped Ethan."Doctor!" he cried hysterically, his voice shaking in terror.The doctors and nurses rushed in, one doctor hurriedly taking Rachel's pulse and the nurses attempting to sedate her. Ethan did not budge, jaw clenched, heart racing inside his chest.Within a few tense minutes, Rachel's breathing normalized. Her body relaxed, her head falling back onto the pillows.One of the doctors glanced over at Ethan and nodded reassuringly. "She's experiencing post-traumatic stress. It occurs in situations like hers. She'll be fine, but she needs to rest. Provided everything goes well, we can release her ton
Sophia lay back on the velvet sofa, twirling a glass of wine between her fingers. The dark red liquor shone in the faint light of the chandelier, a worthy symbol of their victory. Michael paced to and fro beside the window, his features dark and ominous."They arrested our men." His voice was taut with fury, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.Sophia rolled her eyes, breathing slowly while sipping wine. "Of course they did. They were incompetent. Weak."Michael glared at her, his face scrunched in frustration. "This is your fault! You wanted to push Ethan too far, and now look! He rescued Rachel, and those idiots we hired are probably spilling everything to the cops."Sophia's jaw clenched, but she managed a smirk. "Shut up, Michael. I've got it under control.""Under control?!" He laughed bitterly, pushing a hand through his mussed hair. "You don't get it, do you? If those guys talk, it's over for us. Over. Jesus Christ, why did I sign up for this?"Sophia set the wine
The police station was a maze of bureaucracy and apathy. Greg and I had burst in, insisting on reporting Rachel's kidnapping, but the officers hardly lifted their heads from their desks. One of them, a man in his forties with a belly, lolled back in his chair, gnawing on a pen cap."You'll have to wait," he replied indolently, not even looking at us. "We have procedures—"I pounded my fists on his desk, and he sat up straight. My voice was low, threaded with suppressed rage. "Do you know who I am?"That took them by surprise. The officer gulped and glanced at his peers before coughing. "Mr. Grayson, we—uh, we didn't know""I don't have time for this," I snarled. "My fiancée's been kidnapped and you're telling me to wait? Assemble your team. Now."They jumped into action, voices calling out instructions into radios. Within minutes, a team was preparing to head out to Maverick to look into it further.Greg, who had been standing beside me with his arms folded, suddenly spun around to me
The media started to pack their equipment to call it a night while Alex, Mia, Danny, Greg, and me stayed behind to get everything over with. I wanted to talk about some design with Alex, and since Rachel isn't around, she made Mia stand in for her. The happiness about the press still lingers around the room.I smile but not showing it, the storm is not yet over.Laughter filled the space as we scrolled through some of the social media comments about the press conference. Some were hailing Rachel and me as a power couple, while others spewed their distaste, claiming she had manipulated her way through it."She's got them pressed," Danny snickered, shaking his head. "They're so mad that Rachel's winning." Alex smirked. "They'll get over it. People always do."I leaned back in my chair, my lips twitching with amusement, but deep down, something felt. off. It was a nagging sensation, an unshakable feeling that something was wrong. I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the moment—until
After the press conference, my mind was reeling from Ethan's public declaration of our relationship. The weight of the media's scrutiny pressed down on me, suffocating, relentless. Every second felt like another wave of judgment crashing against my already fragile walls. I needed to get home-to my children, my safe place.I need to see the kids," I said to Mia and Alex in the hallway at Maverick Enterprises. My voice shook a little, exhaustion seeping into every syllable. "You two stay here and help me clear this up. I trust you both." Alex, always so protective, gave me a searching look. "Are you sure you're going to be alright driving home alone?I forced a small smile. "I'll be fine." Mia squeezed my hand. "Text us when you get home."I nodded and then turned to leave the building. The evening air was cool, but it did little to alleviate my growing unease. I walked quickly toward my car, my heels clicking against the pavement in hurried, nervous beats. Just as I reached for the
The rumors were going around for days that there were some confidential design files floating online, which were critical to the upcoming fashion walkway. As it turned out, Sophia hired a hacker to break into our servers to find dirt on Ethan and me. The hack was not very successful, but enough to spark this scandal.But that was not all; the designs leaked were very much a part of Rachel's reputation, projecting her as manipulative and opportunist, less worthy of this powerful world into which she had so precariously stepped.Later that morning, my phone went into overdrive with concerned colleagues' messages and media alerts. Headlines flashed: "Mavericks Designs Compromised!" and "Is Rachel Thompson Sabotaging Her Own Future?At a quiet corner café near our headquarters, I was sitting as I read the content of the headline. Alex's face was etched with concern, while Mia's eyes were wide and sympathetic. I sank into the seat opposite them, rubbing my temples as I tried to steady my n