تسجيل الدخول*Colette*Fifteen people sat around a table that could have fit twenty-five. Some looked curious. Some looked the way Holt did. Two younger staff members — both front desk, based on their uniforms — were at least making eye contact.I didn't use notes. I'd learned a long time ago that notes made you look like you were still figuring things out."I've read every report from the last eighteen months," I started. "Occupancy is down thirty-one percent from three years ago. Restaurant revenue is down by more than half. The spa hasn't turned a profit in eight months." I paused. "I'm not here to tell you that's your fault. Most of those problems started before half of you were in your current roles."The room shifted slightly. Less defensive."What I am going to tell you is that we have ninety days to turn this around. And we will. Not because someone's forcing us to." I looked around the table. "Because this building has good bones and you clearly know how to keep it running on almost nothi
**Colette**The waiting room had twelve people in it. I counted twice.All of them looked polished. Confident. Like they belonged in a building like this in a way I was still pretending to. Two of them were whispering to each other in the corner, probably comparing credentials. One man in a navy suit kept checking his watch like his time was too valuable to be spent waiting.I looked down at my folder. Breathed.I'd done harder things than this.A receptionist called names one by one. People went in and came back out looking either relieved or deflated. One woman came out and walked straight to the elevator without making eye contact with anyone. Not a good sign."Colette Etienne?"I stood up, smoothed my blazer one more time, and followed the receptionist through a glass door into a long conference room.Four people sat behind the table. Three I didn't recognize. The fourth made my stomach drop straight through the floor.Him. The man from the elevator. He was sitting at the far end
**Colette**The Ashford Industries building was not what I expected.I knew it would be big. I'd done my research. But standing outside it the following Monday morning, looking up at forty floors of glass and steel cutting into a grey sky, I felt small in a way I hadn't in a long time.I straightened my blazer. Checked my resume one more time even though I'd already memorized every word on it."You've handled worse," I told myself quietly.A woman walking past gave me a strange look. I ignored her and walked inside.The lobby was all marble floors and high ceilings. A security desk sat at the center with two guards who checked IDs and issued visitor passes. I gave them my name and they pointed me toward the elevators on the right.The interviews were being held on the fourteenth floor. I pressed the button and waited. Two other people waited beside me, both in interview clothes, both staring at their phones. Competition.The elevator doors opened.I stepped in quickly because I was al
**Oliver**I settled into the back of the sedan, my mind still occupied by that little girl. Something about her felt strangely familiar, in a completely inexplicable way. Those gray eyes. That disarming boldness.“That was rather unusual,” Léon remarked from the front passenger seat. “You never speak to unknown children.”“She was insistent,” I replied in a neutral tone. “And she reminded me of Elijah.”“The young master would never approach a stranger like that.”That was true. Elijah was reserved, taciturn, excessively cautious. The complete opposite of that fearless little girl with chocolate-stained fingers and such an easy smile.“How is he?” Léon asked carefully. “Is he still refusing to eat properly?”My jaw tightened. “He barely touched his breakfast. The staff told me he locked himself in his room again last night.”Elijah’s behavior had deteriorated lately. The tantrums had given way to a heavy silence. An abyssal distance was growing between us, despite my clumsy efforts t
Colette's POV The next day, the rays of sunlight pulled me from a heavy sleep, the pain immediately present. I hurt in every fiber of my being, and my body felt covered in one enormous bruise. But Léa was there, curled against me, sleeping peacefully. That was all that mattered.**Dr. Reyes entered discreetly, a meal tray and medication in her hands.“How are you feeling?” she asked.“Like a semi-truck ran over me,” I admitted in a flat voice.“That’s a normal reaction after a twin birth.” She came closer to help me sit up with infinite care. “Do you think you can stand on your legs?”I tried. My lower limbs trembled like leaves, but they held. Just barely.“That’s more than enough,” the doctor decided. “We need to get you out of here before Victor returns. He usually comes by early in the afternoon to make sure everything is proceeding as planned.”The nurses had already prepared a large travel bag containing everything the baby needed: diapers, infant formula, bottles, and spare cl
Colette's POVA new contraction seized my throat. I doubled over, screaming in pain. It was far worse than anything I had ever imagined.**“Breathe deeply,” Dr. Reyes whispered as she helped me across the threshold. “You’re doing very well, Colette.”Two nurses appeared at once to support me on either side. We reached a room fully equipped as a delivery suite. Everything was ready: the machines, the monitors, and that small transparent bassinet in the corner, the sight of which tightened my heart.Two bassinets. I should have needed two. One of the babies would leave with Victor, while the other would stay with me.“Let’s get you onto the bed,” Dr. Reyes said gently.The hours that followed dissolved into a whirlwind of raw suffering. Thunder rumbled outside while my body twisted. I screamed, I cried, I begged them to stop this ordeal, but Dr. Reyes kept encouraging me, repeating tirelessly that I should push.“I see the head!” she finally exclaimed. “One more effort, Colette. Push!”







