Monday morning didn’t just arrive. It exploded. Amara barely had ti to sit down before Janet ca rushing into the office, breathless, her tablet clutched tightly in her hands.
"Amara," She didn’t even finish. She just turned the screen. Sold out. Every single piece.
For a second. Amara just stared. Like her mind refused to catch up to what her eyes were seeing. "That’s... that’s not possible," she whispered.
"It is," Janet said, her voice trembling with excitent. "And orders are still coming in. The site traffic is insane, we might have to expand production imdiately." Silence.
Then, Amara laughed. A real laugh. The kind that ca from sowhere deep, sowhere that had been tired for too long. "We did it," she said again.
But this ti. It sounded like victory. Within minutes, the entire team was gathered. The room buzzed with energy, people talking over each other, smiling, celebrating, so still in disbelief.
Amara stood in front of them, her hand resting lightly on her belly, instinct now, constant and grounding. "You all did this," she said, her voice strong but warm. "Every late night. Every mistake we fixed. Every detail we refused to compromise on."
Her eyes moved across them. Each face. Each story.
"I promised you this would be worth it," she continued. "And I ant it." A small pause. Then a smile. "Bonuses for everyone."
The room erupted. Cheers. Laughter. Relief.
So of the won hugged each other, others clapped, a few looked like they might cry. Janet covered her mouth, shaking her head like she still couldn’t believe any of this was real.
And in the middle of it all. Amara stood there. Not just as a founder. But as soone who had rebuilt herself. From the corner of the room. Julian watched.
Quiet. Still. Pride was there. Clear as day in his eyes. The way his gaze softened every ti it landed on her. But behind it. Sothing else lingered. Sothing heavier.
In his hand was his phone. The screen is dark now, but the information is still fresh in his mind. About her mother. It wasn’t everything. Not yet. But it was enough.
Enough to know. Sothing didn’t add up. Soone had lied. Julian’s jaw tightened slightly, his grip on the phone firming just a little. His gaze lifted back to Amara.
She was smiling. Laughing. Alive in a way he hadn’t seen in a long ti. And just like that. He made a decision. Not today. He exhaled quietly, slipping the phone into his pocket. Let her have this. Because whatever truth was coming. It wasn’t small. It wasn’t simple. And it would change things.
So for now. He stayed where he was, watching her shine. Protecting her peace. Even if only for a little while longer. "Is everything okay?" Amara’s voice cut gently through the noise. Julian looked at her.
For a second. Too long. Then he nodded. "Yeah." Simple. Controlled. Too controlled.
Amara studied him, her brows pulling together slightly. She knew that look. Knew the way he tucked things away when he didn’t want to disturb her. But before she could press. The door opened.
"Hello." Both of them turned. The man who walked in didn’t look remarkable at first glance.
Average height. Plain clothes. A face that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. But sothing about him. Sothing felt wrong. Julian felt it instantly. A quiet shift in his instincts.
Sharp. Alert. Amara felt it too. A flicker of recognition that didn’t quite form into mory but lingered like a shadow she couldn’t place.
"My na is Raymond Read," the man said smoothly. "I’m here for the accounting position."
"Oh..." Amara blinked, pulling herself back into the mont. "Right. Have we t before?" A small smile crossed his face.
Polite. Practiced. "No, ma’am. A beat. "Maybe you’ve seen on television."
Sothing about the way he said it... Didn’t sit right. Julian’s gaze hardened slightly.
"I’m very good with numbers," Raymond continued, stepping further into the room like he already belonged there. "And I know you’re just starting your company, but I promise you won’t complain about ." Amara nodded slowly.
Professional. asured. "Well, you can leave your résumé. We’ll call you."
"I don’t have one." That...Made her pause.
"I’m better in person than on paper," he added quickly, his tone shifting just slightly. more eager now. "You don’t even have to pay . Let work. You can decide later." A small step closer.
"I won’t let you down, ma’am." Before Amara could respond. The door burst open again.
"Amara, these numbers are crazy, they’re making my head spin!" Janet rushed in, barely noticing the tension in the room, before her eyes landed on the stranger.
"Is this the new guy?" she asked. And just like that. The mont shifted. Before Amara could even answer, Raymond moved. Quick. Natural. Like he had been waiting for an opening.
He picked up the folder from the desk, flipping through it with ease. "Do you have a computer?" he asked. Janet blinked, slightly thrown off.
"Uh...yes, over there." He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t wait. He sat. Opened the laptop. And within seconds. He was working.
Numbers moved across the screen. Fast. Precise. Confident. Janet crossed her arms, watching closely. "I’ll keep an eye on him," she muttered under her breath. Amara nodded slowly.
But she wasn’t watching the screen. She was watching him. That feeling again. Faint. Unsettling. Have we t before...?
Her lips parted slightly, but no words ca out. Maybe she was overthinking. Maybe it was nothing. But across the room. Julian hadn’t looked away once. His gaze was sharp now.
Focused. Because, unlike Amara. He trusted that feeling. And everything about this man... Felt wrong. Amara barely made it back to her office before the exhaustion hit her fully. Not the kind you could shake off.
The kind that settled deep. Julian noticed imdiately. "Sit," he said, already guiding her toward the couch, his hand firm but gentle at her waist.
"I’m fine," she started.
"You’re not." There was no argunt left in him for anything else.
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