TRISTIN'S POVThe day had been long, and as I finally headed back to my apartment, I felt the weight of the countless meetings and decisions. Running a company was no small feat, especially with Sophie constantly pushing her ambitious ideas. Not that I didn't appreciate her drive—it was one of the reasons we made such a good team, even if we were often at loggerheads.I stepped into my apartment, a sleek, modern space that felt more like a sanctuary from the chaos of the corporate world. I tossed my keys on the kitchen counter and poured myself a glass of scotch. The rich, amber liquid was a welcome comfort.As I took a sip, my mind wandered back to the events of the day. Specifically, to Eva. There was something about her—her enthusiasm, her nervous smile—that I found endearing. It was rare for me to feel a connection with new employees, but Eva was different. She had a spark, and I couldn't help but admire her determination.I smirked, remembering her reaction to the car. Sophie and

EVA'S POVThe next morning, I arrived at the office feeling a mixture of excitement and fear. My first day had gone well, but I knew there was still so much to learn and prove. As I settled into my desk, I couldn’t stop but to notice that the atmosphere in the office had changed somehow. People were whispering but I brushed it off, focusing on my tasks.About an hour into my work, Sophie stopped by my desk. "Hey, Eva," she said, a hint of concern in her voice. "Did you know Livia is overseeing your department now?""Livia?" I asked, puzzled. "What is she doing here?"Sophie sighed. "Tristin’s fiancée. She’s been with the company for a while but usually works in a different division. She’s a bit... intense."My stomach dropped. "Great," I muttered, trying to hide my anxiety. "Thanks for the heads-up."I couldn’t believe it. Livia, my high school bully, was striding into the office with the same haughty expression she always wore. I hadn’t known she worked here, let alone that she was T

EVA'S POV "She needs to be held accountable, Tristin. This isn’t just about Eva. It’s about the toxic environment Livia is creating.""I know," he said quietly. "And I’ll handle it. But right now, we need to focus on making sure Eva feels safe and supported here."I looked at Sophie, my eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for standing up for me."She gave me a small, reassuring smile. "No one deserves to be treated like that, Eva. Not on my watch."As we sat in the conference room, the tension finally began to dissipate. Tristin looked between Sophie and me, his expression still serious but softened with concern."Sophie, I’ll go speak to Livia," Tristin said, his voice calm but firm. "We don’t want to escalate this any further than it already has."Sophie nodded, her demeanor relaxing a bit. "Alright, Tristin. Just make sure she understands that this kind of behavior is unacceptable.""I will," he assured her, then turned to me. "Eva, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach

TRISTIN'S POVAfter Eva's hesitant text about driving lessons, I found myself thinking about her more than I cared to admit. There was something endearing about her vulnerability mixed with determination. I was lounging in my apartment, Livia’s earlier tantrum still a dull ache in my memory, when I decided to take matters into my own hands. If Eva wanted to learn how to drive, why wait?I made my way to her apartment and rang the doorbell. The seconds stretched into what felt like hours before she finally opened the door, looking adorably disheveled in her pajamas. I couldn't help but smirk."Get dressed, Eva. We’re going for a drive."She blinked at me, clearly disoriented. "Now? It’s the middle of the night.""Precisely," I said with a grin. "Less traffic. Come on, get dressed."She sighed but complied, returning a few minutes later in casual clothes. I led her to my car, opening the passenger door with an exaggerated bow. "Your chariot awaits, milady."She climbed in, giving me a l

LIVIA'S POVThat little nobody from high school had somehow managed to infiltrate my life again. Seeing her here, in my company, was infuriating. It was bad enough dealing with her back then, always so eager to please, always getting in my way. Now she was here, and she had Tristin’s attention. That was unacceptable.When I arrived at the office, I made a beeline for the department I was overseeing. I needed to establish my authority. If Eva thought she could waltz in here and play the victim again, she was sorely mistaken.As the hours passed, I watched Eva closely. She was trying to keep her head down, but I could see the nervousness in her eyes. Good. She needed to know her place.Then, during a department meeting, I decided to make my move. As everyone was leaving, I called Eva over.“Eva, stay behind. I need to discuss something with you,” I said, my tone cold and authoritative.She nodded, looking anxious, and I relished the control I had over her. Once everyone else had left, I