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CHAPTER 65 — Not Mine
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2026-07-15 13:47:48
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*POV Derby* Gold-leaf borders on the charity gala invitation caught the dull light of the setting sun, but I couldn't bring myself to look at it anymore. I turned the card facedown on the long mahogany conference table, the heavy silence of the empty room settling over my shoulders like a physical weight. Everyone else had left an hour ago. The spreadsheets were finalized, the logistics charts were uploaded, and the corporate task force had scattered to prepare for the high-society battlefield Tamara had laid out for us. Yet, I remained. And so did he. Across the polished wood, Jordan sat with his shirtsleeves rolled up to his forearms, his tie loosened just enough to look human. His fingers restively turned a heavy silver pen over and over against a closed leather folder. We had spent weeks working like this, operating in an intricate dance of numbers, market projections, and clipped, professional directives. It was exhausting. Not because of the relentless hours or Senior D
One Night, Wrong Man CHAPTER 70 Queen’s Invitation
*POV Derby* White cardstock sat perfectly centered on the dark wood of my desk, its gold-embossed edges catching the glare of the fluorescent lights. The delivery guy hadn’t even asked for a signature. He had simply dropped it off with a formal nod, as if delivering a royal decree to a low-tier commoner. I didn't pick it up immediately. I just stared at the heavy, elegant script looping across the front: Ms. Derby Odellia. Right below my name, the silver crest of the Hayden family family foundation gleamed with effortless authority. Tamara hadn’t wasted a single second after catching me in the hallway the previous evening. The trap wasn't hidden behind corporate red tape anymore; it was neatly wrapped in the guise of a high-society charity gala. "Is that... an invitation to the Hayden Autumn Benefit?" A sharp, slightly envious voice pulled me from my thoughts. Megan, one of the junior analysts from logistics, was leaning over the partition, her eyes fixed on the gold lettering. "
One Night, Wrong Man CHAPTER 69 A Familiar Perfume
*POV Derby* Sheets of gray drizzle bled endlessly against my bedroom window, a bleak continuation of yesterday's relentless storm. I stood motionless in front of the full-length mirror, my fingers smoothing down the dark charcoal wool jacket resting on my shoulders. It was far too large for my frame, the sleeves completely swallowing my wrists until I cuffed them back twice. My own coat was still a damp, shapeless heap draped over the bathroom tub, leaving me little choice but to wear his. The sharp scent hit me the moment I adjusted the lapels. Heavy, expensive notes of cedarwood and crushed black pepper bloomed into the small room. My eyes closed instinctively against the sudden wave of sensory data. The fabric felt weighted, pressing against my collarbones like a physical hand, and for a terrifying second, my mind didn't see the draft outlines or corporate charts. It went straight back to the dark, quiet heat of that first night. I remembered the sudden, uncalculated saf
One Night, Wrong Man CHAPTER 68 — The Apartment Door
*POV Derby* By eleven in the evening, the rain had turned the concrete streets into rushing, black rivers, blurring the headlights of passing taxis into smeared streaks of yellow. I dragged my feet through the lobby of my apartment building, my waterlogged heels squelching against the linoleum. My umbrella had collapsed three blocks back, leaving my hair plastered to my skull and my cheap wool coat thoroughly soaked through.ä Then came the final insult of the day A bright yellow, handwritten sign taped over the elevator doors: OUT OF ORDER. My chest tightened. Five floors. Five floors of steep, concrete stairs after three sleepless nights and a corporate execution delivered over the phone by Victor Vasquez. My body practically begged me to just sit down right there on the lobby floor and let the dampness take me. Instead, my fingers gripped the iron banister. Action first, thought later. I hauled my dead weight up the first flight, the muscles in my thighs burning instantl
One Night, Wrong Man CHAPTER 67 — The Price of Rumors
*POV Derby* Whispered on conversations always died down the moment my heels clicked against the corridor floor. It was a cowardly kind of silence, the type that left the air thick with lingering glances and sharp, knowing smirks. For the past forty-eight hours, the Vasquez Group headquarters had felt less like a multinational corporation and more like a high-society courtroom where I had already been tried and convicted in absentia. I kept my chin up as I walked past the glass-walled lounge, my fingers tightening around the leather strap of my briefcase until the seams dug into my palm. I could handle the internal politics. I could even handle Senior Director Vance’s cold shoulder. But this morning, the poison had finally breached the walls of the corporate office. During the presentation with the regional investors from Apex Holdings, Mr. Sterling, their lead representative, hadn't asked a single question about the supply chain optimization model I had spent three sleepless n
One Night, Wrong Man CHAPTER 66 — Under His Protection
*POV Derby* The air conditioning in the main boardroom was always set to a freezing threshold, but today, it felt like an arctic chamber. A thick manila folder slid across the polished mahogany table, coming to a dead stop right in front of Derby. The sheer size of the printout was enough to make everyone’s posture stiffen. Vasquez Group had just secured the regional expansion project. It was huge. The kind of career-making portfolio that directors killed for, with a budget that had too many zeros to count. Derby’s fingers tightened around the edge of her tablet. A sudden stitch formed in her ribs. Don't blink, she told herself. Don't look weak. "A project of this scale requires seasoned hands," a voice boomed from the far end of the table. Senior Director Vance leaned forward, his tailored suit straining against his heavy frame. He didn't look at the project brief. His eyes were locked entirely on Derby, sharp and dripping with condescension. "We cannot afford liabilities. I se
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One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 5 — The Night.
-POV Derby Somewhere between freezing under Jordan Vasquez’s heavy gaze in the conference room and stepping into the private executive elevator, my brain completely short-circuited. I’d already decided to go upstairs. The rest was me desperately acting like this was still up for debate. The ride t
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One Night, Wrong Man Chapter 3 — Just a Name.
-POV Derby By Monday I’d almost convinced myself it was over. Not in some dramatic way. Just… closed. Like shutting a tab you left open too long and deciding not to open it again. I made coffee that tasted like nothing. Went to work. Answered emails acting like the weekend had never happened,
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