Semua Bab The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard : Bab 101 - Bab 109

He stood sideways in the bathroom mirror at seven in the morning and just looked at it. the kind of feeling that needed managing. He does this about once a week now, same as checking the weather brief, informational. He'd stopped being shocked by his own reflection somewhere around week twenty-four. What replaced the shock was something he couldn't name it .Just the recognition that his body was doing something enormous and he was still in it, still standing, still getting dressed and opening laptops and doing calls and carrying all of it forward. Thirty weeks. Two small people who had been working through their own scheduling disagreements with his spine all night. He turned away from the mirror and went to make tea. ✦ ✦ ✦ Elliot had been giving him space for two weeks. He'd asked for it. That part was always the first thing he reminded himself. This was his choice. Clean distance, exactly as requested, Elliot holding to it without trying to chip at the edges. No messages excep

The third week of the separation was the most productive three weeks he'd had in two years.He'd restructured two departments, finished the omega employment framework he'd been working on at three in the morning for the past month, cleared a backlog of board correspondence that had been sitting in his assistant's tray since September, and had approximately six hundred thoughts about Kieran Hunt that he had successfully not acted on.He was doing very well.He watered the plant on Tuesday morning. He'd been doing it himself since the separation started, three weeks ago now. Ryan had offered on day two and Elliot had said no without explaining why. Ryan hadn't asked again, because Ryan was Ryan and understood that some things didn't need an explanation, they just needed to be left alone.It didn't make sense to anyone but him and he knew it didn't make sense to anyone but him and he was going to keep doing it anyway.✦ ✦ ✦He knew the appointment schedule.Not in a way that required a

MAYA Kieran booked the restaurant without being asked. He texted her on a Thursday afternoon a name, an address, and a time, and then: You've been waiting long enough. Book it. She stared at the message. Then she forwarded the details to Dr. Chen with: My brother has apparently sorted us a restaurant. Saturday seven. In case you wanted to know. Dr. Chen replied after a few minutes: I'll be there. Four words. Maya read them and felt something she hadn't felt in a long time, which was the kind of excitement that lived in your stomach rather than your head. The head kind you could talk yourself out of. The stomach kind just sat there, honest, not interested in being argued with. Saturday came. She got ready too slowly. She was aware she was doing it and did it anyway. She put on the green dress she'd bought three months ago without an occasion in mind, looked at herself, thought: okay. That works. She left before she could change her mind. ✦ ✦ ✦ Dr. Chen was standing outsi

The letters went out on Friday.Not through Hartley. Not through the company's legal team or a PR contact or anyone whose job it was to make difficult things easier to deliver. Elliot wrote them himself on Thursday evening at his desk, two separate letters, and sealed them and had them sent by hand the next morning.He told Kieran on Saturday. Just: I sent letters to Sophia and Rachel. Settlement offers. Handwritten. Thought you should know before they respond.Kieran sat with his tea and read the message and didn't reply immediately. He thought about Sophia in the café three months ago, saying I took it for myself, there's a difference. He thought about Rachel on the phone saying don't call me again after this, just don't do it to anyone else. He thought about Helen who was not ready and might never be and whose number he'd kept anyway.He texted back: Okay. Let me know what they say.✦ ✦ ✦Sophia called him directly.Not Elliot. Him. He picked up and she said: "I read it." Just th