ELARA’S POV “You’ve got money,” Jenna wheedles, voice slick. “I just need a few grand. It’ll be nothing to you but a drop in your ocean.” If I didn’t know how good of an actress Jenna was. I could have fallen for this. “You already stole from me. Use that.” She rushes forward. “Please— if you don’t help me, I’ll keep coming.” “For your own good, let this be the last time I see you,” I say coldly. Yanking my hand away. She rolls her eyes and steps closer, hand on her hip. “What are you going to do? Call your precious husband? Your big brother?” she taunts. “You’re too scared to touch anyone, you are a good person I really need…” “Ana!” I roar. My chest is tight; my hands shake just enough that I have to force them to stay still. “Ana!” Ana appears in the doorway like a shadow — tall, controlled, dangerous. “Yes, ma’am?” she answers. “Look at this woman,” I order, pointing. Ana glances at Jenna, then meets my eyes. “Not a glance,” I say. “Look her in the face. Memo
288 ELARA’S POV I can’t stop the dry chuckle that slips out. Of course she wants something. “I’ll be damned before I give you a single dime in exchange for that information,” I say, voice flat. Jenna slowly pushes herself to her feet, squares her shoulders and crosses her arms like she owns the room. “Then I guess you’ll have to bask in your bliss before he takes it again,” she says, eyes glittering. “Oh, so he’s coming back for round two?” I arch a brow, forcing my hands to stop trembling. The itch to grab her collar again claws at me, but I don’t. I can’t. I need to think straight. If she actually knows where Nicolas is, nothing stays the same. “You think he’s hiding in some hole, scared of the feds?” She snap. Her voice is too loud for my liking, but it doesn’t matter. The more I push, the more I need to know. I shrugs, like everything is a joke. “He can plan all he wants. But this time? Things are different. I wanted him to show up” I smile. “But with whatever informat
ELARA’S POVWhen I finally give up and step out of the cubicle, my legs feel unsteady. I head straight for the sink, avoiding the mirror. The sight of my own reflection might just push me over the edge.“You’re finally out?”I don’t even have to look to know who it is. Her voice alone makes my stomach twist.Jenna.Of course. Because why wouldn’t the universe throw her in my face right now? I pump soap onto my hands, pretending she’s not there, focusing on the foamy swirl instead of the venom dripping from her voice.“Are you ignoring me?” she presses, taking slow steps closer. Her heels click against the tiles, each one like a needle under my skin.I still don’t respond. Silence is armor. And right now, I need it.“Oh, come on, Mrs. Hales,” she drawls, dragging out my name just to irritate me. “I heard you and Mr. Hales are patching things up, for what? The millionth time?” She laughs under her breath. “I honestly thought you’d be over the fairy tale by now. Some people never learn,
ELARA’S POVI don’t know if I’m just cranky because I almost overslept, or because Nate didn’t call like he promised.He sent a bland ‘good morning, beautiful’ text.Seriously? What am I supposed to do with that and another massive bouquet of roses sitting right in front of my desk, even bigger than yesterday’s when I got to my office. I don’t even bother opening the note this time. I already know it’ll say something sweet. Something that doesn’t make up for the silence.I don’t want another romantic gesture. I just want a damn phone call. Just one call to hear his voice to know he’s okay, to know he’s coming back to me soon. But no.“Is everything okay, ma’am?” Olivia asks quietly, her eyes glued to the pen I’m pressing too hard against the clipboard.“Oh, it’s fine,” I force a smile.“Mrs. Greene said she wants your opinion on the merch arrangements that just got delivered.”“Right. Sure.” I turn, realizing Mrs. Greene has been staring at me like I’ve grown a third eye.“Can I take
ELARA’S POV I don’t know if it’s because today is the first time I’ve come home alone in a long time, but the house feels darker than usual. too still, too empty. A small disappointment settles in my stomach when I realize Nate still isn’t here. I haven’t heard anything back from him. Every call I made went straight to voicemail. I take a deep breath. He’s probably busy. Everything’s fine. It has to be fine. I tell myself that as I sink onto the bed. My shoes, bag, and coat are scattered around me, but I’m too tired to care. Even though I was careful not to overwork today, exhaustion still clings to me like a weight. I close my eyes taking the lingering cologne, The next thing I know, my phone is ringing. Groaning, I fumble for my purse and pull it out. The second I see the caller ID, sleep leaves me completely. “Hello?” A small smile slips through. “Hey.” Something in his tone twists my stomach. “I tried calling earlier. I guess you were busy?” I si
ELARA’S POV: “We’ve finished the two side projects from a few months back,” Olivia said as she placed an overwhelming stack of files on my desk. “We only took the minor gigs, events and a few office jobs. Since you weren’t available, they were all approved by Mr. Sinclair before the team started working on them, of course.” My hands froze on the papers. “Mr. Sinclair?” “Yes, ma’am. You put him in charge when you left for your trip, right?” “Oh. Yes…” I don’t remember ever discussing that, but it makes sense now why the invoices look nothing like what I expected. “Please, go on, Olivia.” “Yes. We have a list of some of the more interesting clients we kept on the waiting list. Now that you’re here, we just need you to approve the ones we can take on for now.” “How many clients are we talking about in this top-priority list of yours, Olivia?” “If you flip to the next page in the file, we have ten.” “Ten?” “I know it’s not much, considering you must be all fuelled up and ready