I nodded and took the documents, then addressed the rest of the room, "Okay, enough already. Settle down!"I raised the document in the air. "You wanted proof, right? Here's—"Before I could finish, Harry snatched the papers, barely glancing at them, still fueled by the anger he'd stirred up while shouting at his old partners.Without hesitation, he tore the papers into pieces, shouting, "I don't know what the fuck these are supposed to be, but I know I ain't done nothing wrong, and none of you can slander me!"I shrugged, took another copy from Megyn, and handed it to him. "Here. There's more where that came from. Go ahead and tear this one to pieces again. When you're finally tired and satisfied, we'll talk about the details."Harry glared at me, his cheeks quivering. "How dare you do this to your own father, you ungrateful bitch?!"I raised an eyebrow. "You make me sound so heartless, Harry. But am I? I'm not the one discussing how to kill their daughter to make her company th
I pointed at my petulant asshole of a father. "Arrest Harry Jones, officers! He has committed multiple white-collar crimes, including contract fraud, tax evasion, money laundering, and more! Here's some of the proof…"I would also like to clarify to the IRS that this man, Harry Jones, is the true culprit behind Harbringer Inc.'s tax evasion schemes. I have ample evidence to prove he committed fraud and shifted his legal responsibilities onto others!"I handed over every important document and financial report. It was more than enough to prove my innocence.The agents recognized me. "Ah, it's you again, Miss Jones! This is impressive… You've managed to solve the case within a day!"I smiled. "Why, of course! This concerns my innocence and reputation, after all."The office fell quiet as the police and IRS agents skimmed through the documents. Then, suddenly, Harry shoved everyone around him and made a run for the door."Don't even think about it!" a police officer yelled, tackling
The officers wisely chose to ignore him and turned to me instead. "Miss Jones, please follow us back to the station to record a statement.""Of course," I replied.After all, I was the one who had reported them!As Harry was led away in handcuffs, the workers at his new company watched in stunned silence. These poor folks would now have to find new jobs, with the company on the brink of collapse.-By the time I left the station, it was already late evening.Watching the dazzling lights from a distance, I suddenly realized how much I missed my grandmother.I drove to her house for dinner, eager to share everything.I told my grandmother and aunt all about my revenge, much to their delight.My grandmother even helped herself to a second helping of dinner!"They've finally been punished for their crimes after evading justice for years! They didn't deserve that time at all," my grandmother remarked. "I feel sad, though, remembering that your mom never got to see this day.""Oh!
I got into my car, put him on loudspeaker, and buckled up. "Well, I reported my deadbeat sperm donor, and now he's going to jail. Thought I should tell Mom the good news."Soren chuckled. "You're efficient.""Of course! I'm not going to be his scapegoat!" I grinned. "I'm not going to jail in his place, that's for sure!""Honestly, you've impressed me again.""Thanks, but let's get back on track. Why are you calling me?" I asked, steering the conversation back to its course."Nothing much. I just wanted to know if your injury's healed."I suddenly remembered it. I'd been so busy that I had completely forgotten. I rolled up my sleeves and glanced at it."It's healing up nicely! No pain or itching anymore. Thanks for asking.""My pleasure."Just like that, the conversation seemed to stall. There was an awkward pause, but also something oddly interesting in the air.I cleared my throat. Just as I was about to speak, he started, "You're driving, aren't you? I shouldn't distract yo
"In fact, bust out the self-hypnosis! Taylor, you and Soren are just friends going out for a meal together! This is all very normal!" I muttered.-Half an hour later, I arrived at the Oriole.The manager recognized me and greeted me with a polite nod. "Miss Jones, your guests have already arrived. They're waiting in the Pride Room.""Thank you."My heart thumped with excitement. I even paced a little as I made my way to the Pride Room. As the waiter opened the door for me, I called out, "So—"Then I saw her. A young woman sat beside him."—leil?! You're here too?" I exclaimed in pleasant surprise.Soleil smiled sweetly. "Is that supposed to be a rebuke, Tay-Tay? Am I interrupting your moment?"Heat rushed to my cheeks as I shot a quick look at Soren's expression."No! Of course not! I'd love to have you here!"Ignore the "your moment" implication, Taylor! You did not hear that!Soren poured me a cup of black tea.I smiled. "Thanks.""She was at my office when I was about
I sincerely admired Soren. I just wanted his life to keep improving. I didn't want anyone or anything to stain it—including myself.That was why I needed this ambiguity. As long as I could tell myself we were "just friends," I could live with it.Soren and Soleil had already started eating."So, how's the family issue?" Soren asked."It's all settled. My deadbeat dad was arrested after I presented a mountain of irrefutable evidence. I consulted a lawyer too, so I knew he'd be in jail for years," I replied.If the IRS decided to punish him severely for his tax evasion, he'd be in debt for the rest of his life. There was no coming back from that."Your mental fortitude is astounding," Soren said. "Your own father was plotting against you, yet instead of throwing a tantrum, you calmly countered and destroyed him in such a short amount of time.""There was no point in throwing tantrums. He divorced my mom when I was a kid—that was when I first saw him for who he really was," I repli
I hesitated a little before taking it. "Thank you."Oh no. I just remembered—I still had his other handkerchief with me!After dabbing my eyes with this new one, I said timidly, "Um, I'll return this after I wash—""It's alright. You can pass it to me," Soren said, taking the handkerchief.I stared intently at my food, hoping to hide my burning cheeks.Once we finished our meal, I summoned a waitress for the bill. However, she informed me that it had already been paid."By whom?" I exclaimed."Soren, duh!" Soleil chirped, leaping to her feet.I rose from my seat, too."Mr. Kenway, the lunch was supposed to be on me!" I protested, flustered."Oh, who cares? It's just a meal, and my brother has too much money to spend. Let him pay for someone he l—"Soren suddenly coughed—loudly and pointedly.Soleil corrected, "Like I was saying, it's because there's a plus-one this time. Me! So we should be the ones footing the bill, ha!"I blinked, stunned.What had Soleil been about to
"Next time, tell me if you're coming to eat. It'll be on the house!" Jean said. "Taylor, you gotta let me know after you've set the time.""Wait, you're serious?""Duh? I actually planned to turn your meal into my treat, but you guys paid before I could."While we were still talking, Michael approached Soren quickly. "Sir, the car is here."Jean understood. "Well, that's all from me! I shouldn't keep all of you busy folks out here. See y'all next time!""Bye, Jeannie!" Soleil chirped, waving.Soren's schedule was tight enough that his car was waiting right outside the entrance. Michael had already opened the door for him."I'll go now. Have fun," he said through the rolled-down window.I waved at him, trying hard to suppress the feelings that surfaced when I looked at his face.The Audi drove away.Soleil let out a dramatic sigh. "Finally! He's gone! I am now freee! Let's go!"-I drove a modest electric car for my city needs. It was pretty good for what it was, and I loved
"Oh, you're changing jobs?" I asked."Aye. I think I've done all that's worthwhile in my current position. I want a change of environment and platform," Amanda replied."I get it. Honestly, it's impressive that you've worked at the same company for years."We went to have dinner at the Oriole. There, I told her everything I'd been through.There was never a dull moment on Amanda's face. The expressions she made in quick succession were a show of their own."I did not imagine Ed to be this kind of asshole at all! You two were like a perfect match back then! You were the academy's most famous couple!"Her words pulled me into old memories for a moment."So, what's next?" she asked. "I bet you already have suitors, right? That coat is proof!"She pointed at the trench coat on the chair next to me with her chin.Since the parking lot of the Oriole was a short distance away, I had put it on again to brace against the cold."Yeah. You could say that. But I'm not interested for now.
"How long till your friend is here?" Soren asked.I checked my phone. "About half an hour from now."Without warning, he slipped off his trench coat and draped it over me, pulling it down over my head."The temperature is below zero, and you're still wearing so little. Ladies really do endure the cold for the sake of fashion," he remarked."Ah, I'm fine!" I quickly protested, startled. "I'm not even cold! And if I take this, you'll freeze once you step outside.""The car is right outside—I'll be fine. But you'll be here for another thirty minutes. I don't want you freezing," he insisted.Worried that I might take it off, he grabbed the sleeves and tied them securely around my arms."Now you're warm," he said with satisfaction."Dude, I look like a prisoner tied up."He patted my head. "Never seen a prisoner this beautiful."My cheeks burned. My heart swelled with joy."I'll be off now. See you tomorrow.""Right. Bye-bye."I watched his tall, gallant figure disappear throug
The centennial was happening soon. I had sent the dresses I designed to the faculty a day before the event and was now heading to the airport—Amanda was arriving today.What I didn't expect was seeing Soren at the airport!He was wearing a large black trench coat, making him look even more refined. As he strode gallantly through the arrival gate, several young women stopped in their tracks, staring at him like a pack of fangirls.Unfortunately, I was one of them too.I even blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.Soren seemed surprised to see me as well. His solemn, serious expression melted away into gentleness as soon as he noticed me.Michael—who was pushing the luggage trolley beside him—spoke up in surprise. "I didn't expect to see you here, Miss Jones! Did you come because you knew Mr. Kenway was returning to the city today?"I opened my mouth—then immediately realized I had no idea how to answer.If I said no, it would be embarrassing for Soren. But if I
Jean asked, "So, how did he take it? It must have been pretty embarrassing to be rejected."I shook my head. "I had lunch at the estate. Uh, they invited your head chef just for that."Jean tsked. "Dude, he goes above and beyond for you, and yet you rejected him. Amazing."I ignored her and continued. "Madame Kenway kept dropping hints during lunch, and I told her… I'm not in the mood to be in a relationship. I just wanna focus on my career.""Right. If you start dating so soon after your annulment, everyone will start thinking you've been planning this from the start."God, it really took a best friend to understand you."I know, right?! That's what I told Soren too! I don't want people to think he got in the middle of my relationship with Edward!"And I already have a bad reputation—I destroyed my own family and all that! If they start making up rumors about him having an affair with me, and that somehow being the reason I got divorce… A stain like that could ruin his family's
"No way!" I retorted reflexively.Jean had known me for years, though. She smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Spill the beans, girl. Seeing someone new, haven't you?"I bit my lip. My cheeks were warming up again. Was it the bonfire or…"Come on, just say it! It's just the two of us here! Oh, I know… Is it 'Mr. Kenway'? I've seen both of you together twice, and honestly, the way y'all look at each other? I smell a situation."Honestly? The real reason I wanted to be here was so I could talk about my drama to my best friend instead of bottling it up. Naturally, I was easily coaxed into opening up.A smug grin appeared on my face before I knew it. "Girl, he confessed to me! But I—""He what?!" Jean cried out in shock, staring at me. "The hell is with this speed?! You've just ended things with Edward, and now he's already confessed? Could it be that he had been…"She lowered her voice and finished, "Thirsting for you?"I was speechless."Can you not? I haven't even received the legal d
Was it just me, or did he sound a little jealous? Something felt off, but luckily, it was still easy to feign ignorance.I coughed quietly. "Well, it's getting late. I should drive home. Please tell Mr. Rockefeller my thanks."I was about to hang up when Soren suddenly called out, "Taylor."I froze and brought the phone closer. "Yes?""I get jealous when you praise other guys in front of me. Please remember that I'm the first one to tell you how I feel, so you better be fair and just in the process. Otherwise…"His gentlemanly voice had taken on a new, mesmerizing quality. It was low, soft, yet brimming with assertiveness and authority.It felt as though my soul had been petrified by some kind of charming magic."Otherwise… what?" I whispered, my heart racing."You'll know when it happens," he replied cryptically. "Though I'd rather you never find out."I couldn't understand what he meant at first."The roads will be slippery because of the snow, so please drive safely," he s
"Good evening, Taylor." Soren's voice was low and soft.The way he enunciated his words made him sound so proper and gentlemanly. It was so refreshing that I felt as if the cold had left me.My mind started to blank. I suddenly realized I could not speak. In the end, I could only squeeze out lamely, "So… had your dinner?"He chuckled. "Yes. You?""Me?" I suddenly felt like my soul had snapped back into my body. "You really don't know?""Huh? Is that something I should know?" Soren asked, confused.Wait. So Richard didn't report anything to Soren after all! I had been fooled!"Oh… damn it," I muttered, smacking my forehead. "Mr. Rockefeller played me like a fiddle…""Huh? You mean Ritchie? What did he do?"I sat up straight and forced myself to calm down. Well, I started the conversation, so I had to finish it myself."I had dinner with that colleague after we finished discussing work. We were eating at a seafood hotpot place. Then, when we were about to finish, we saw Mr. Roc
When we were almost finished, I heard someone call out, "Miss Jones! Fancy seeing you here!"I looked up, stunned. It was Soren's best friend, Richard!"Mr. Rockefeller, hello!" I said, rising to greet him.He nodded. "Hello to you too."Richard then glanced at the man sitting opposite me."This is my newly hired General Manager, Jamie Young," I quickly introduced. "Mr. Young, this is Richard Rockefeller of Rockefeller Media. He's one of the city's elites. Who knows, we might work with him one day."Jamie stood and extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Rockefeller!"Richard shook his hand. "Likewise!"He turned back to me. "It's the weekend today, so why aren't you hanging out with Soren? It's the first snow of the year. People are in a pretty festive mood."I knew exactly what he meant. The snow had blanketed the city in white, and people were out enjoying it, taking pictures, playing, and simply reveling in the change of season."We met earlier today, but I have thin
When someone cared about another person, they were mindful of everything that person possessed. Even the smallest pain was worthy of concern.Real life wasn't like fiction. Most people didn't experience cataclysmic events or life-threatening situations. Thus, where else could we show our care and love, if not through the mundane sufferings of daily life?The more I thought about it, the more I regretted how I'd spoken to Soren. I really needed to apologize."Miss Jones? Miss Jones!"I snapped out of my thoughts. "Oh! Yes?"Jamie fixed me with a questioning look. "Are you alright? We can always talk about this on Monday.""No, let's do it today. I'm free today." I forced myself to sit up, holding the ice pack to my forehead while flipping through the documents with my free hand. "What are your questions? I'll answer them."This company was the culmination of my blood, sweat, and tears. And now, I had found someone just as invested in making it better as I was! How could I be a de