I jerked up from the sofa and walked over to Joy's kitchen, thinking it would be better if I spared her listening to my conversation with Alex's brother. I took the call.“Hi, Cameron.” I heard my voice and instantly wanted to punch myself. It was too strangled, too high-pitched, and just far too awkward.“Hello, Sarah.” Unlike mine, his voice was steady and deep. “How was your business trip?”A nervous laugh broke free. “It was... good,” I managed. “Promising…” I had never told him where I had gone. The only thing he knew was that I was about to start a new project, and that required me to often go abroad.“Good to hear that. Listen, I'm calling because there's an annual charity gala where my entire family shows up. It's happening this Friday. I'd like you to go there with me... as my girlfriend.”Oh. My. God. I closed my eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. I would have wanted him to say it aloud only a week ago, but now? Now everything was different. I couldn't let him think that the
I forced a deep breath into my lungs. My mimic muscles already hurt from stretching my lips and keeping a smile on my face. The mask I crafted just before I met with Cameron was about to break into dust, and without it, my nervousness would become more than obvious. We were sitting in a French restaurant not far from the Ravenford Corporation Building. Cameron was wearing a light gray three-piece suit, which caused him to look younger and more approachable, but not a bit less charming. I ordered a salad while Cameron had something I couldn't even pronounce. We sat in silence for more than a few minutes. I pretended to be busy chasing cherry tomatoes around my plate, trying to stab them with my fork. Cameron seemed to patiently endure my awkwardness… until his patience eventually vanished. He put down his knife and fork and sighed. “Talk to me, Sarah. What's going on?” I shifted my gaze, reluctantly meeting his. My smile faded. “I've been thinking about… a lot of things recently…” I
ALEXTwelve people. That turned out to be the final number of deaths. Twelve people died during the catastrophe on our construction site. With all the news about the previous attacks leaking to the press, our unbuilt hotel in Brooklyn Heights had already been declared a cursed place. Just fucking perfect. We might as well use it in our marketing campaign. Perhaps we should also modify our advertising and start including all the paranormal sites. “Stay for the night and see if you live ‘til dawn!” That could have been the headline for our campaign.Yes, sarcasm and dark humor were now taking the place of anger and determination. I was fucking tired of waiting. I waited for the investigation to end. I waited for the moment we could finally take action because we could only do so once we knew who to blame. I waited for the moment the press stopped calling my office and asking questions I couldn't answer. I waited for this fucking storm to calm down…I finished my fourth espresso and step
SARAHI saw a missed call from Alex and his text message. I tried calling him back, but he didn't answer. I couldn't blame him for it. I was more than aware that he had a lot on his mind. I ended up giving him the “I'm OK” reply to his text… He didn't respond to the message. Perhaps he was even too busy to read it.The whole scene from the restaurant played in my mind on repeat. I somehow managed to hide my anxiety from Liam and put him to bed without the need to tell him that I was fine when I wasn't. I passed the short corridor in Joy's apartment that led from the room where Liam slept to the salon and kitchen. I grabbed two bottles of beer and placed them on the coffee table. Joy was supposed to come home any minute now, and I needed someone whom I could talk to. Certainly, the beer was a bribe.Thirty minutes had passed, and we were sitting on the sofa, beer in our hands. I told Joy about everything that had happened between me and Cameron. My hands still trembled as I recalled th
ALEX“Are you out of your freaking mind?!” Grayson yelled, jerking to his feet. “I thought you were trying to restore your freedom, not put a fucking leash on your neck!”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Grayson, sit down and let me explain,” I said and extended my hand, reaching for a glass of whiskey Daniel had just placed on the table.Grayson frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Go ahead. I'm listening.”Across from where Grayson stood, Daniel watched our argument with unhidden excitement. I bet he regretted he hadn't brought any popcorn.I took a sip from my glass and looked at my infuriated cousin. “I couldn't reject old Duncan's offer, and believe me, there's nothing that would have given me more satisfaction than to tell him to go fuck himself.”Grayson's chest rose with a sharp inhale. His jaw clenched and his hands fisted into balls before he exhaled and sat down. “You talked to Emily, didn't you?”I nodded and glanced at Daniel whose face started to resemble a huge
SARAHMore than an hour had passed since I talked with Alex. I kept glancing out the window and squeezing the phone in my hand. He didn't come like he said he would. A part of me was missed, but a much bigger part grew anxious. Calling him and finding out that his phone was out of reach didn't help me calm down either. I debated whether or not I should call him on his “normal” phone instead. It was almost two in the morning, so I figured that it would be less probable for Jeanette to answer the phone instead of him. Sucking a deep breath, I made the call. This time I heard a signal, but there was still no one to answer…My heart began to thunder. Something was wrong. I could feel it in every inch of my tense muscles, twisting guts, and churning stomach. I paced around the room like a mad woman, trying to figure out a miraculous solution that would help me contact him.What if something had happened to him? What if he had an accident? Of course, it was more probable that there had been
I didn't cry. My self-preservation instincts formed an immediate shell around me. It sucked out all the emotions, leaving me numb. After I walked away from Jeanette, ignoring her taunting laughter, I entered the elevator car and went down to the ground floor. Jun appeared beside me at some point. He didn't say a word, and I was grateful that he didn't. He just led me out of the hospital and drove me to the museum.I didn't remember how I had gotten through the day. I vaguely recalled correcting a few details at one of the museum halls. I might have been talking to Oliver a few times. He came to ask me if I was OK, and I summoned my best acting skills to lie to him while keeping a smile on my face.Lying in front of my son was harder. Fortunately, he had an exciting day at school, and I was grateful that telling me about it devoured his entire attention. That's how I survived.My shell turned out to be more resilient than I thought. Not a single crack formed even when I sat alone on Jo
ALEXI felt like a complete piece of shit. Of course, that state neatly assimilated with concussion, two broken ribs, and more than two dozen bruises all over my body. Unfortunately, the painkillers took away only the physical pain, leaving all the guilt untouched. After some fucker killed my driver and almost killed me, I thought that my situation couldn't get any worse, but I changed my mind as soon as I woke up in the hospital. Of all the hospitals in New York City, they had to take me to the one generously founded by the Duncans. What a fucking coincidence! I would have laughed if it weren't for the fact that, at that moment, laughing hurt.Triggered by a subconscious instinct, I had vaguely woken up just to witness Jeanette placing a little device by the bedside table lamp and another little black something inside the cabinet. It happened a few hours after I had been brought in. This fragile moment of awareness lasted less than a minute, but it was enough for me to find out that