Bella's POV The morning was crisp and clear as I made my way to the Langston Tech building, the towering skyscrapers of Meridian City reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling array of colors. Today felt different. The air seemed charged with a mix of anticipation and unease. Adrian had mentioned a significant meeting, but I had no idea what to expect.I stepped into the elevator, the sleek chrome walls and ambient lighting a stark contrast to the tumultuous thoughts in my head. My outfit, carefully chosen, consisted of a royal blue pencil skirt paired with a white silk blouse and a tailored blazer. Professional yet approachable, a look that exuded confidence even if I didn’t entirely feel it.As I walked into my office, I was greeted by the usual hum of activity. Diana gave me a brief nod, her expression neutral as she handed me a stack of reports. "Good morning, Bella. Adrian is expecting you in his office.""Thanks, Diana," I replied, giving her a polite smile.I took a deep breath and
Meridian City was electric at night. The skyscrapers loomed against the dusky sky, their facades shimmering with countless lights. Streets bustled with people, the hum of traffic a constant backdrop. It was the kind of place where dreams were made and shattered in a single night, where ambition drove everything, and the stakes were always high.I was at the annual Meridian Tech Conference, one of the biggest events of the year, a showcase for all the latest innovations in technology and design. My ticket in was a freelance gig with one of the tech companies showcasing their products. As a freelance graphic designer, it was a chance to network, to connect with new clients, and, hopefully, to land more gigs.I’d dressed for the occasion, choosing a sleek black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. It was sophisticated but not flashy—just enough to make a good impression. My hair was down in loose waves, and I wore my favorite red lipstick, the one that made me feel confid
The air in the conference hall felt charged, as if every molecule had aligned to signal something monumental. I stood in the small meeting room, my pulse racing after Adrian Langston's abrupt entrance. He had this presence that filled the entire space, his entourage trailing behind like shadows. They waited at the door, respectful yet alert, while he stood in front of me, watching."I don't mean to be rude, but I'm in the middle of a meeting," I said, trying to muster a confident tone. I was determined not to be intimidated by his reputation, his wealth, or those impossibly intense blue eyes that seemed to look straight through me.He glanced around, his expression cool. "Doesn't seem like much of a meeting," he replied, his voice low and velvety, yet with an edge that hinted at his authority.Before I could respond, one of his assistants stepped forward, offering a polite smile. "Mr. Langston, the room has been reserved for you. There must have been a scheduling mix-up," she said, he
The conference hall was alive with activity, a pulsating rhythm of voices and laughter that reverberated off the high ceilings. Neon lights flickered in patterns, casting an ever-changing glow across the polished marble floors. As I stood near the edge of the crowd, I felt like a spectator in a world where I didn't quite fit in. The attendees were a sea of expensive suits and elegant evening gowns, a parade of wealth and status.Adrian Langston was at the center of it all, like a king holding court. He moved through the crowd with ease, his tailored navy suit hugging his broad shoulders and tapering to a perfect fit at the waist. His crisp white shirt was open at the collar, hinting at a more relaxed side beneath the corporate exterior. A simple gold watch peeked from under his cuff, and his dark hair was styled with just the right amount of tousled charm. He exuded confidence, the kind that could only come from being at the top of the corporate ladder.I, on the other hand, felt out
“I couldn't help but notice you earlier—you seemed a little out of place among all these suits." Adrian added. I couldn't help but laugh, though it was more of a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, I guess I don't really fit the mold," I said, glancing around at the impeccably dressed crowd. "I'm just a freelancer, not part of the corporate world.""Freelancer, huh?" Adrian said, leaning back slightly. "What kind of work do you do?""Graphic design," I replied, gesturing to my portfolio. "I was supposed to meet a client here tonight, but it looks like that plan fell through."Adrian's eyes flicked to my portfolio, then back to me. "Would you mind if I took a look?" he asked, his tone genuinely interested.I hesitated for a moment. Showing my work to Adrian Langston felt like stepping into a different realm, a place where the stakes were much higher. But something in his gaze told me he was curious, and I had a feeling it wasn't just polite small talk."Sure," I said, opening my portfolio and fli
Meridian City was known for its fast pace and relentless ambition, but the morning after the conference had a quieter energy. The streets, though still busy, had a more relaxed feel as people went about their routines. I sat in my apartment, contemplating what to wear to my meeting with Adrian Langston's team later that afternoon. It was a big opportunity, but I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard.I chose a simple yet sophisticated outfit—a tailored charcoal blazer over a white blouse, paired with high-waisted black trousers that flattered my figure. My shoes were sleek black ankle boots with a modest heel, giving me just the right amount of height without sacrificing comfort. To add a touch of flair, I wore a silver necklace with a delicate pendant, a subtle nod to my personal style. My hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and I kept my makeup light but polished, with a touch of eyeliner and my signature red lipstick.After getting ready, I decided to grab coffee at
The next morning, I found myself at Adrian Langston's office building, an imposing structure of glass and steel that towered over the cityscape. It was a far cry from the cozy café where I'd met Marcus or my own modest apartment in the outskirts of Meridian City. Here, everything was sleek, modern, and precise—the kind of place that told you to walk quickly and speak only when necessary.I was dressed in my best business attire, a fitted charcoal blazer over a crisp white blouse, paired with tailored black trousers and sleek black heels. My hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and I wore a subtle touch of makeup, just enough to look professional. I was nervous, but I kept a confident stride as I entered the building, my portfolio clutched under my arm.The receptionist directed me to the top floor, where Adrian's office was located. The elevator ride seemed to take forever, my heart thumping in my chest as I rehearsed what I would say during the meeting. I wasn't sure what to exp
After the meeting with Adrian Langston, I needed to get out of the city. The pressure of Meridian City’s corporate world was stifling, and I was struggling to shake off Diana Kingsley's warning about Adrian's demanding nature. I needed a grounding presence, a reminder that life wasn't all business propositions and corporate schemes. My family in the suburbs was the perfect antidote.The drive to my mom's house was therapeutic, the city’s skyscrapers gradually giving way to quieter streets lined with trees. The neighborhood was familiar, with its wide roads and well-kept lawns. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and distant wood smoke, a sharp contrast to the city’s exhaust fumes and crowded sidewalks.When I pulled into my mom's driveway, I saw her tending to her garden, a trowel in one hand and a watering can in the other. She looked up and waved, her face lighting up with a smile. She was in her early fifties, her short brown hair flecked with gray. She had the same eyes as me, wa