LOGINJake's PovThe address Marcus gave me led to a building on the outskirts of the city. Old brick, with graffiti on the walls. The windows covered with newspaper.I sat in the back of my car across the street as I watched the entrance."He's been inside for three hours," Marcus said from the passenger seat. "Hasn't left.""He knows we're here?" I asked curiously."He knows someone's watching. He's not stupid."I moved forward, while squinting through the windshield."Then let's stop waiting," I added.The stairwell smelled like stale beer and cigarette smoke. I climbed to the third floor, while Marcus followed behind me.It was Apartment 3B. The paint was peeling off the door and a single light bulb flickered above us.I knocked, but no one answered. I went ahead to knock harder."I know you're in there," I called out. "Open the door."Silence stretched for several seconds, then I heard movement. It was slow footsteps, before I heard a chain sliding across and then the door cracked open
Jessica's Pov"You actually came."Roman sat at a corner table near the window. His suit was dark blue. His coffee sat untouched in front of him. I stopped a few feet away. Took in the café. The morning light and few other customers scattered around."I said I would," I mentioned flatly."People say a lot of things." He gestured to the empty chair across from him. "Sit."I didn't move as I questioned sharply."What information couldn't wait?"Roman tilted his head and studied me for a moment. Then he did something unexpected.He asked, "Before we talk about that... tell me how you're holding up."I blinked in surprise."Excuse me?" I asked."How are you doing? Really?" He questioned back.I crossed my arms. "You didn't ask me here to play therapist.""No." He smiled slightly. "I asked because nobody else has."The words landed somewhere soft. Somewhere I'd been trying to keep closed and I hated that. But I also hated that he was right.I sat down before speaking."I'm fine," I said.
Jessica's Pov"Miss Wilson?"I looked up from the résumé I'd been rewriting. The words blurred together on the screen. I'd changed the font three times, but one of it mattered.Rolda's apartment was quiet. She'd gone to work hours ago. I'd stayed behind, cleaning her kitchen twice, folding laundry that wasn't mine, doing anything to keep my hands busy. I refused to sit around waiting.Another knock came. It was harder this time.I walked to the door and pulled it open and Mr. Bernard stood there.His suit was rumpled and he held a paper bag that smelled like pastries.I blinked. "Sir?""I brought breakfast." He held up the bag. "I wasn't sure if you'd eaten."I stepped aside and let him in. He looked around Rolda's small living room. Took in the mismatched furniture, the stack of books on the floor and even the faded curtains.Then he sat down on the couch without being asked. I closed the door and turned to face him."Why are you here?" I asked instantly.He set the bag on the coffee
Jake's Pov"You shouldn't have called her." Gabriel's voice cut through the quiet of my office. He sat across from me, arms crossed, watching with that familiar look of disapproval.I hadn't slept. My eyes burned and my coffee had gone cold an hour ago."I didn't call to control her," I said."Then why?" He asked.I set the cup down and sank back into my chair."Because someone is trying to destroy her." I answered.Gabriel studied me for a long moment. His expression softened slightly, but the concern remained."You still care about her," He uttered."Does that surprise you?""Yes." He said it plainly. "After everything that happened between you two."I didn't answer because there was no answer that would make sense to anyone else.The investigator arrived thirty minutes later.His name was Marcus. He has gray hair and sharp eyes. He'd worked for me for years and never asked questions he didn't need answers to.He spread files across my desk. There was photos, timelines and access lo
Jessica's POV"Jessica... I'm sorry."The words hit me before I sat down.Mr. Bernard's office felt smaller today. The blinds hung half-drawn. Pale light fell across his desk. He looked tired. His tie hung loose. Dark circles sat under his eyes.I stood in front of his desk. Hands clasped behind my back. It was old habit. Holding myself straight so I wouldn't break."Please sit," he said."What happened?" I asked while still standing.He rubbed his forehead. "The board met this morning. The charity organizers called. They want action.""I didn't take the painting," I uttered in my defence."I know." Mr.Bernard replied with sincerity."Then why am I here?" I asked.He leaned forward. His voice dropped. "I can't stop this alone. Public pressure is building. The hotel's reputation—""So you're firing me," I asked in disbelief. "No." He said it firmly. "I'm suspending you. Indefinitely. With pay."The relief I expected never came. This felt worse. Like they wanted to believe me, but coul
Jessica's Pov"Miss Wilson."I stopped halfway down the hallway and turned around.Mr. Bernard was walking toward me with measured steps. The crowd inside the ballroom was still buzzing behind the closed doors, their voices reduced to a muffled hum, but I could still feel the weight of their judgment pressing against my back.He stopped a few feet away from me."I know this isn't easy." He started with understanding.I let out a bitter laugh."I don't think 'not easy' begins to cover it," I added.His expression softened, but not enough to erase the seriousness in his eyes."I've worked with you long enough to know this doesn't make sense."My heart skipped. I felt a bit better by his words."I didn't do it," I stressed."I know that's what you're saying," He was saying when I cut in."No." I met his eyes. "I'm not saying it because I'm desperate. I'm saying it because it's the truth."He studied me quietly before exhaling."If someone really framed you, then we'll find out.""We?" I
Roman's POV "Your candidate performed better than we expected."The statement greeted me the moment I stepped into the conference room.I looked up from the tablet in my hand.Across the table sat three members of the recruitment panel.The oldest among them pushed a file toward me.I didn't sit i
Jake's POV The moment I heard Roman's name, I stopped reading.My eyes remained fixed on the report in front of me.I was completely stunned and for several seconds, I couldn't move or speak, my eyes focused on a point and then slowly, I looked up."What did you just say?" I asked sharply, I could
Jessica's POV "Wait." I called loudly, my hands pointed at him.Roman halted and turned.The evening breeze stirred the loose strands of my hair as he slowly turned back toward me.His expression remained calm.Like he hadn't just dropped a statement that made my skin crawl."I know more about you
Jessica's POV "Mr. Bernard wants to see you."The moment Clara said those words, my stomach dropped in fear.I looked up from the concierge desk."What did I do now?" I asked quickly.Clara frowned, her eyes locked to mine."Why are you assuming it's bad news?""Because nobody gets summoned to the







