LOGINAnika stared at the locked brass handle, the silence of the dark office pressing in on her from all sides. She paused, the weight of the day catching up to her in a single, heavy wave. Who is going to help me now? She looked down at her screen, the glowing text from Lark still mocking her from the glass. She really didn’t want to bother Christopher. He was already dealing with the fallout of his father’s legal blockades, and she hated looking like she couldn't handle her own department mutiny.But as the seconds ticked by in the freezing gloom, she realized she had no other choice. She slowly brought out her phone, her thumb hovering over his speed dial.Before her nail could even touch the glass, a sharp, heavy click echoed through the frame.The lock turned from the outside, the door swinging open to reveal a broad silhouette blocking the faint light from the corridor. Christopher stood in the entryway, his charcoal suit jacket slightly unbuttoned, his tie loosened just enough to show
Anika walked into the lobby of the makeup division branch, her heels clicking against the glossy marble floor. The building was smaller than the main Delacroix skyscraper, but the atmosphere inside felt twice as heavy. The air smelled faintly of artificial floral scents and heavy chemical powders from the testing labs nearby. Following the sudden procurement scandal and the manager's resignation, the upper management had moved her here to stabilize the division during the global product launch.She carried her small leather briefcase to the top-floor corner suite. It was supposed to be her new office, but the moment she pushed the glass door open, she could feel the thick wall of resistance from the staff. No one stood up to greet her. The desk clerks and senior buyers kept their heads down, clicking their mice with aggressive silence, completely ignoring her presence as she walked past their cubicles. They didn't respect her, and they made sure she felt it.By 10:00 AM, the operation
Before Anika could even log into her terminal, the door to the main office burst open.Anna walked onto the floor, her heels banging loudly against the floorboards. She wasn't wearing her cheap intern clothes anymore. She was dressed in an expensive, high-end designer blazer, her hair perfectly styled, dripping with a new, arrogant wealth. Backed by Santiago’s secret board decree from last night, she looked completely victorious."Manager Selena!" Anna called out loudly, her voice echoing across the quiet room so everyone could hear. "The senior council just finalized the launch registry. I am officially back as the Lead Data Liaison for the makeup division audit logs."Selena stepped out of her private office, her deep purple lips pressed into a tight line as she held a frantic corporate memo. She looked at Anna, then looked over at Anika, her face pale from the stress of the public scandal. "Listen up, everyone. We have an emergency floor meeting right now to address the security br
Anika stood perfectly still in the quiet vault, her fingers tightening around the edge of the yellow folder until her nails turned white. The fury in her chest was hot, burning through her veins. They weren't just defending themselves anymore; they were trying to completely erase her presence from her father's building."They think they can just wipe us out," Anika whispered, her intelligent eyes flashing with a dangerous, predatory rage""They can, if you let them vote," Freddy said smoothly, looking at her with a calculated focus. "Santiago has four senior directors in his pocket. That’s enough to carry the majority.""Then we don't let them vote," a deep, rumbling voice broke through the silence of the aisle.Christopher walked out from the shadow of Section Three, his tall frame instantly filling the narrow space between the shelves. He didn't look at Freddy; his eyes went straight to Anika, his jaw clenching as he saw the pale tension on her face. He had bypassed his own security
The moment he was gone, Christopher turned back to Anika. He slid the laptop back toward his side of the desk. "He's right about one thing. The local terminal is locked. But Santiago doesn't own the Vanguard network."He typed a fast command into the encrypted terminal, his fingers moving with steady, smooth precision. He leaned in close to her, his shoulder brushing against her blazer over the keyboard. Anika could feel the warmth of his chest right behind her, his clean scent filling her senses as the screen began to scroll through lines of green data."There," Christopher murmured, his voice low and rich near her ear. "The Vanguard satellite bypass worked. The old legal files from the fire audit are loading now. We have the loophole."Anika looked up at him, her lips just inches from his jaw. A soft, involuntary smile touched her mouth, her heart fluttering as the relief washed over her. "You really are a genius."The sudden, harsh vibration of her private phone shattered the quie
The door to Christopher's private office closed with a quiet thud. Anika stood in the center of the room. Her body was completely stiff. Her mind was stuck on the sound of Carlos’s voice over the phone. Gabriel Gold. The name kept repeating in her head. It was the lawyer. It was Lark’s father. The man in the smoke, the one who burned her childhood down, finally had a name. She had lived with his family for seven years. She had cleaned their floors. She had served his wife.Christopher came up behind her. He didn't say anything right away. He just took the heavy manila folder from her hand and set it on the desk. His movements were slow. When he turned back to her, his face was tight. He could see her chest rising and falling too fast. She was breathing in short, shallow gasps."Anika," he said. His voice was low and rough.She didn't look at him. She stared at the polished wood of his desk, her fingers curling into tight fists. "He killed them, Christopher. Gabriel Gold did it. And
Anika just stared at him as he explained, then, to back up all of his points, he paused, opened the black bag he'd been carrying, and brought out a neat brown envelope. She frowned but collected it from him to open it. This was his proof after all. NOTICE OF INHERITANCE. To Ms. Anika Delacroix
Christopher felt his leg turn into a log of wood. He wanted to run, to hide his shameful face from her? Why was this death so personal to him? He had killed the poor woman. Suddenly, her eyes met with his. He could see fire burning in them. "You!" Rage overwhelmed her as she ran towards him. "You
Immediately, everyone began to laugh out loud. Anika was too stunned to even understand the situation. How could she be this humiliated like this?Anna grabbed her purse, "I'm gonna head out. Bye, friend." Then ran away. They laughed and kept chatting as if Desiree had not just bullied her. Anika
No one might had known Anika had cried all night. She always raised her head up high and smiled through it all. "You're basically Cinderella at this point," Anika's friend Anna said to her. Anika had just finished the laundry. "Exactly. Because I'm married to my prince charming," she smiled, thro







