Chapter 13 - A Tense Confrontation Behind Closed Doors
Later that afternoon, Nia sat at her sleek oak desk in her design studio downtown, reviewing architectural blueprints for an upcoming commercial project.
The studio door chimed softly as the front receptionist buzzed through a visitor who had bypassed the standard appointment queue.
Nia didn't look up immediately, assuming it was a routine contractor arriving to discuss lighting fixtures.
“Just place the material samples on the side table, please,” Nia said without lifting her eyes from her blue-ink corrections.
“They wouldn't let me past the front desk without an appointment, Nia, so I had to use my own corporate leverage,” a deep, familiar voice echoed across the room.
Nia froze instantly.
Her red pen slipped from her fingers, rolling across the blueprint paper and leaving a long, jagged crimson streak.
May you like
She raised her head slowly to find Luca Moretti standing in the doorway of her private office, filling the space with his commanding presence.
The custom tailored suit, the sharp jawline, and the dark, piercing eyes were a vivid reminder of the man she had spent years erasing from her soul.
Related Stories
