LOGINAndrea woke with a sharp inhale, her body jolting upright before her mind fully caught up. For a brief second, everything felt still, almost peaceful… until reality crashed back in.
Her phone lit up beside her. 7:37 AM. “Shit.” The word slipped out under her breath as her heart kicked hard against her ribs. She grabbed the phone again, blinking at the screen like the numbers might change if she stared long enough. She'd overslept. Her first day at Crestview Holdings started at nine, and she was already behind. Her heart kicked hard against her ribs as she scrambled for her phone again, half hoping she'd misread the time. 7:37 AM. No mistake. Her stomach dropped. It was her first day at her new job and she was already messing it up. Andrea shoved her hands into her hair and dragged in a sharp breath, forcing herself not to spiral. Panic wouldn’t fix anything. She just needed to move. Fast. She threw off the bedcover and was out of bed in seconds. There was no time for her usual meditation or for her to ease into the morning like she preferred. She grabbed her phone, silenced the alarm, and went straight to the bathroom. The shower was quick, barely lasted five minutes. She dried off fast, pulled her hair into a neat bun, moved to her closet and selected the first professional outfit she saw; black pants and white blouse. Dressed quickly, her hands were calm even though her heart was racing. She reached for her bag, then paused. “My laptop?” Andrea spun around, spotting it on the small table beside the couch. If she’d walked out without it, she would’ve cried on the sidewalk, immediately she stuffed it into her bag with shaky hands, her pulse still racing. “Get it together,” she muttered under her breath. As she buttoned her shirt, she noticed the yellow paper on her kitchen counter. RENT NOTICE. Due February 12th, Ten days from now. Andrea stared at the paper longer than she meant to. Ten days. Her mind immediately started doing the math she’d been avoiding. Her savings barely stretched, the last paycheck from her previous job was already chipped away by bills. Groceries and Transport. This new job wasn’t just a fresh start. It was the difference between staying afloat and sinking. Andrea shoved the notice into the drawer harder than necessary and slid it shut. Not today. She couldn’t afford to fall apart today. There was no time for breakfast. She grabbed her bag from the chair, checked for her wallet and keys, and headed for the door. She locked the door behind her and hurried down the stairs. The bus stop was two blocks away from her apartment. Andrea walked quickly, her heels clicking against the pavement. The morning air was cold, and she hadn't grabbed a jacket. But It didn't matter. She'd be inside soon enough. “You can do this. New job. Fresh start. Don't think about…” She cut the thought off before Caleb's face could form in her mind. But his voice slipped in anyway, uninvited. “I just…god, Andrea, you're so uptight all the time. I mean everything has to be perfect with you, you never want to just loosen up and have fun." Andrea’s jaw clenched as she walked faster, her chest tightening with a familiar ache. She hated how easily the words stuck, hated that a part of her still wondered if he was right. “No,” she whispered to herself. “We’re not doing this today.” It had been one week since her birthday. Since she'd found him in bed with someone else and told her she was boring, uptight, not fun enough. Andrea shook her head sharply and kept walking. “Work. Focus on work, that's all that matters now.” She got to the bus stop earlier than expected and after three minutes the bus pulled up in front of her. She let out a heavy sound of relief before climbing on, tapped her card, and found a seat near the middle. The bus started moving, and she pulled out her phone to check the time. 8:42 AM. She was definitely going to reach Crestview very late. Two women in expensive business suits sat in the seats directly in front of her. Andrea wasn't trying to eavesdrop, but they weren't whispering either. ".....fired him right there in the conference room," one of them said, her tone low but audible "didn't even wait until after the meeting." "That's Henry Moore for you." The other woman laughed not too loud "My friend works at Crestview. She says he's brilliant, but completely ruthless. He never smiles or tolerates mistakes. If you mess up, you're done." Andrea's fingers paused over her phone screen. Crestview?! That's her company Andrea looked up from her phone. "I heard he made one of his executives cry last month, after he lost a huge contract deal." the first woman continued. "Wouldn't surprise me. That man's like a machine; no emotions, just results." "Sounds exhausting to work for." "Yeah, but Crestview's one of the top firms in Chicago and the entire country. If you can survive working for Moore, you can work anywhere. That's what people say." Andrea reached into her bag and pulled out her headphones. She didn't need to hear more. Every company had someone like that. Some boss everyone was scared of. She'd dealt with bad managers before, supervisors who took credit for her work sometimes, She could handle this one too. She slid her headphones on, pressed play on her playlist, and stared out of the window. The bus arrived at her stop at 9:10 AM, earlier than expected. Traffic had been light today, and now Andrea stood outside Crestview Holdings. The building was huge, made of all glass and steel. It was so tall she had to tilt her head back to see the top. People in suits walked in and out like they owned the place. Andrea suddenly became hyperaware of everything about herself. The scuff on her heel, faint wrinkle near the hem of her blouse. The way everyone else seemed to move with effortless confidence.They looked like people who belonged here while she felt like someone pretending. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag as she walked toward the doors anyway. “You’ve got this, girl.” Even if the CEO was some emotionless machine she wasn't going to let that scare her. She'd worked three jobs to pay for college, sent out hundreds of applications before Crestview finally hired her. This was her chance. She wasn't going to mess it up. She walked through the doors. The lobby was massive, the marble floors gleamed beneath her heels, every step echoing louder than she wanted. Conversations buzzed around her, polished voices and quiet laughter that made her feel like she’d stepped into a world she wasn’t fully invited to. Andrea straightened her posture, lifting her chin just a little higher. “Fake it until you belong.” then approached the front desk. A woman in her forties with perfectly styled hair looked up and smiled politely. "Good morning. How can I help you?" "I'm Andrea Collins. It's my first day. I'm starting in the analytics department." The woman typed something into her computer, then nodded. "Ah, yes. Welcome to Crestview, Ms. Collins." She handed Andrea a sleek badge with her name and photo printed on it. "You'll be on the 47th floor. Elevators are just past the security checkpoint on your left." "Thank you." Andrea clipped the badge to her shirt and headed toward the elevators. Security waved her through after a quick scan, and she stepped into the elevator lobby. Andrea stared at the elevator panel, numbers glowing in neat rows. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirrored wall, composed on the surface but betraying the storm underneath. Her mind was going through a lot; rent notice, Caleb’s betrayal, ruthless CEO rumors and first day expectations. The thoughts crowded her mind all at once, loud and suffocating. She swallowed hard and pressed a button without really looking. The elevator hummed as it climbed. By the time those doors opened… her life was about to change in ways she couldn’t possibly imagine.Marcus stormed into the living room, phone clutched tightly in his hand, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of his chest. The warm light from the lamps and the low hum of conversation between his father and Mindy felt jarring against the storm raging inside him. His skin was still prickling from the cool night air on the patio, but the heat of anger burned hotter, pushing him forward.Garrett looked up from the couch, his expression shifting from relaxed to confused in an instant. “Marcus? What’s going on, son? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”Marcus stopped in the middle of the room, breathing hard, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Dad… I have something very interesting I’d like you to listen to.”Garrett’s brow furrowed deeper, setting his coffee cup down on the side table. “What are you talking about? And why do you look like that?”Before Marcus could answer, the patio door burst open behind him. Christine rushed in, her face flushed, eyes wide with panic.
Dinner had already ended, the plates cleared and the table wiped down. The family had moved to the living room for coffee and quiet conversation. The fire in the fireplace crackled softly, casting warm light across the room, but the air felt heavier than it should have.Mindy sat on the couch beside Garrett, Marcus’s father, chatting politely about her fashion work and how she had met Marcus through Henry and Andrea. Garrett was kind, asking genuine questions and laughing at her stories about late-night sewing sessions and chaotic runway shows. Mindy tried to stay engaged, but her eyes kept drifting to Marcus, who was sitting a little seats away, quiet and tense.Marcus had been like that since they sat down for dinner — polite on the surface, but his shoulders were rigid, his responses short. Mindy could see the strain in the way he gripped his coffee mug, the way his gaze kept flicking toward the kitchen door.Then Marcus stood up abruptly. “I need some air,” he muttered, not waiting
The house was larger than Mindy had expected — a sprawling, elegant two-story home with perfectly manicured lawns and a long driveway lined with tall trees. As Marcus parked the car, the engine’s hum faded into silence. “I love you,” he said suddenly, the words slipping out like he couldn’t hold them back any longer.Mindy’s eyes softened. She leaned over and kissed him softly. “I love you too. Now let’s go face the past together.”But Marcus didn’t move.Mindy turned to him, noticing how tightly his hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles pale against the dark leather. “Hey,” she said softly, reaching over to rest her hand on his arm. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. We can turn around right now. No questions asked.”Marcus stared at the front door for a long second, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumped. Then he let out a slow breath and shook his head.“No, I need to see my dad,” he said quietly. “It’s been years. But… thank you. For being here.”Mindy squeezed hi
Mindy and Marcus remained in the nursery long after Henry and Andrea had left them locked inside. The initial anger had faded into a heavy, exhausted silence. They had partly finished assembling the last shelf together, working side by side with minimal words, but the tension between them had slowly shifted into something more fragile…something closer to understanding.Marcus finally broke the silence, his voice low. “So they really locked us in here.”Mindy let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Of course they did. Andrea’s been dying to play matchmaker since the breakup. I should’ve known.”Marcus rubbed the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. “Henry’s been pushing me to talk to you too. Guess they got tired of waiting.”Another beat of silence.Mindy crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. “So… what now? We just stand here until they decide we’ve suffered enough?”Marcus hesitated, then walked over and sat on the floor near the window, back against the wall. “We could finish w
Eleanor and Andrea remained seated in the living room, the fire in the fireplace crackling softly behind them. The tension between them had eased slightly, but it still hung thick in the air like unspoken words waiting to be released. Eleanor sat with perfect posture, her hands folded in her lap, while Andrea tried to appear calm, though her fingers twisted nervously in the fabric of her dress.Eleanor studied her for a long moment before speaking again, her voice quieter now, almost reflective.“I have never seen my son this angry… this defensive… over a woman before,” she said slowly, as if the words themselves surprised her. “The way he spoke to me outside just now, the way he looked at me when I questioned you…I’ve never seen him like that.”Andrea blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me? What do you mean?”Eleanor let out a small, weary sigh, leaning back in her chair. “When I told him I was struggling to accept you and the baby… he became furious. Very furious. He even threatened
Eleanor stepped back into the living room from the patio, her posture rigid and shoulders squared. She paused when she saw Richard and Andrea still sitting together on the sofa, engaged in what looked like a warm, easy conversation. Her eyes narrowed slightly, lips pressing into a thin line.“Richard,” she said, her voice cool but controlled, “I’d like to speak with Andrea alone, if she doesn’t mind.”Richard glanced at Andrea, clearly hesitant. He studied his wife’s face for a moment, reading the tension there. “Eleanor, I don’t think that’s necessary right now. We were just having a nice talk.”Andrea met Eleanor’s gaze steadily. Despite the knot twisting in her stomach and the way her pulse had quickened, she kept her voice calm. “It’s fine, Mr. Richard. Really. I don’t mind.”Eleanor gave a curt nod. Richard stood up slowly, placing a gentle, reassuring hand on Andrea’s shoulder as he passed. “I’ll be in the study if you need me,” he said quietly, giving her one last encouraging l
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