LOGIN~FIORELLA~*One week later*I wake up before my alarm.My eyes open slowly, but there’s no heaviness, no lingering distraction from sleep. Just clarity. Sharp and immediate, like my mind has been awake long before my body decided to follow.I stare at the ceiling for a moment, breathing steadily.Today is the fake courtroom presentation.The practical case.A small, controlled exhale leaves me as I sit up, pushing the sheets aside. There’s no anxiety, no uncertainty, no hesitation.There never is.I don’t lose.That truth settles in me the same way it always does…..quiet, solid, unquestionable.And yet…There’s something else beneath it.Something I don’t like naming.It's awareness of Lucas.My jaw tightens slightly as I stand and walk into the bathroom.Cold water runs over my skin, grounding me, sharpening every thought into something precise and controlled. My mind automatically begins its routine…..arguments, counterarguments, possible interruptions, witn
~LUCAS~*One week later*The morning doesn’t feel like any other.I know that the moment my eyes open.There’s no grogginess. No resistance. No heaviness clinging to my body like there usually is after nights of overthinking and exhaustion.Just clarity….. sharp, clean, and focused.My eyes stay on the ceiling for a few seconds, breathing evenly, feeling something unfamiliar settle deep in my chest.It's confidence.Not the kind that talks loudly or tries to prove a point.It's the quiet kind, the dangerous kind, the kind that doesn't need validation.A slow breath leaves me as I sit up, running a hand through my hair.Today is the day.The fake courtroom presentation.The practical case.The stage where everything I’ve done over the past week finally comes together.And for the first time since this started…I don’t feel pressure.I feel ready.I swing my legs off the bed and stand, stretching slightly before heading into the bathroom. The cold water against
~LUCAS~By the time evening rolls in, the office begins to empty one by one.Chloe leaves too, waving at me.I hear the other colleagues leaving too, and I'm sure Fiorella must have left too.Voices fade, and lights dim until it's just me, and the sound of typing again.Again, the door opens quietly.“Mr. Lucas?”I don’t need to look up this time to know it's Chloe again.“Hmm?”“Why are you still here?” she asks.I glance at the clock briefly to see it's late, but not late enough.“I should be asking you that,” I tell her. “I thought you left already. Why are you back again?”“I figured out you might still be at work, so I came to convince you to go home,” she replies.“I still have a lot to do,” I reply simply, eyes already back on the screen.“You can continue tomorrow,” she says gently, stepping closer. “You’ve already done so much today.”Not enough.“Not yet.”She hesitates for a while before speaking again.“I can stay,” she offers softly. “Just for a l
~FIORELLA~The door closes behind me soft, controlled and final.And still, I don’t move.My hand remains on the handle a second longer than necessary, fingers tightening slightly against the cool metal.My pulse is steady, too steady, and too deliberate.Like my body is trying to prove something my mind already knows isn’t true.I inhale slowly, then exhale in composure…. always composure.I step into the hallway, heels clicking against the polished floor in precise, measured rhythm. Each step is calculated. Each movement is intentional and untouchable.That’s what they see.That’s what I’ve built.And I don’t let anyone take that from me.Not clients.Not opponents.And certainly not him….Lucas.The name lingers longer than it should.Annoyingly so.I tighten my grip around the file in my hand.I need to focus and work, that's what matters.Not the way his voice dropped when he spoke to me.Not the way he looked at me like he wasn’t intimidated.Not the way he s
~LUCAS~I move closer to the table, setting my file down beside Fiorella's.Our hands brush, light, and accidental ... .but enough.She freezes just for a fraction of a second.Then she pulls her hand back like she touched fire.“Careful,” she says coldly. “I believe I made myself clear earlier.”I lean slightly closer, lowering my voice just enough.“You did,” I murmur. “And that wasn’t intentional.”Her eyes flash, but she doesn't step back.Instead, she straightens, lifting her chin slightly.“Then keep it that way.”Her tone is sharp and controlled again.But I can see it now……that tension under her skin, that awareness.She’s not as unaffected as she wants to be.Neither of us is.I glance down at the file she’s holding, forcing my focus back to work.I let my gaze skim over the pages, pretending interest, but every nerve in my body is still aware of her, of the neat annotations in her handwriting, of how precise every detail is, of how she leaves no room
~LUCAS~Fiorella completely ignores me when she comes to work in the morning like I'm something invisible.Like I don't matter at all.Like yesterday never happened.I almost speak to her, almost ask her how her night was and if she's able to sleep last night.I almost ask her how she's feeling this morning and if she feels better now.But I close my mouth tight when I see she's really sticking to her rules.Fine, if that is what she wants….then I'm going to give it to her.Then I ignore her completely too, without any greeting, or even a word to her.But then, I know deep down that we'll still end up talking to each other before the day ends.At the conference room, I catch her stealing glances at me while still maintaining distance from the corner of my eyes, but I don't really look at her.It's just a matter of time before you speak to me, Fiorella.And even though I expected us to talk before the end of today, I'm surprised when the director announces that Fio
~LUCAS~I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this before.Not the laughter. Not the noise. Not even the chaos that filled the house just a few minutes ago.No… it’s what came after.The silence.The kind that settles in slowly, wrapping around you, pressing into your
~MARCELLA~“Stephanie, if you don’t blow that balloon in the next five seconds, I swear I’m going to lose my mind.”“I am blowing it!” she snaps back, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, eyes glaring at me as she struggles with the stubborn balloon in her hands.I cross my ar
~MARCELLA~The moment the hospital doors slide open and I step outside, it feels like I’m walking into a completely different world.Inside… Everything was soft, quiet and fragile like Lucas.The steady beeping of machines.The warmth of his hand in mine.Out here?Everythin
~MARCELLA~My fingers tremble slightly as I press the call button.The phone is cold against my ear, but my entire body feels too hot… too tight… like I might shatter if I move the wrong way.It rings…. once, twice, three times.Just when I’m about to pull it away and try ag







