Chapter 13

The morning started quiet. Fiona woke to the soft patter of rain against the window—light, steady, the kind that made the cove look misty and far away. She lay there for a minute, hand on her stomach, feeling the baby move in small, lazy circles. It felt different today—slower, more deliberate, like it was settling in for the long haul.

She smiled into the gray light. “Good morning, sweetheart p>

She got up, made ginger tea the usual way, carried it to the couch and sat with her knees drawn up. The rain tapped gently on the balcony railing. She sipped and watched the water blur the view of the boats. No big thoughts.

Obsidian Spire lobby—marble slick from tracked-in water, water wall louder in the quiet. Receptionist smiled.

“Morning, Ms. Flare

Elevator up. Doors opened to the bright floor—glass fogged at the edges, plants glistening. Maya waved.

“Morning! Wet out there, huh p>

Fiona smiled. “A little. But good for the soul p>

She settled at her desk. Bay view blurred by rain. Opened the laptop. Checked Slack. A message from Maya: *Team huddle at 10:30 in room 3. Quick one—new project brief coming p>

Fiona replied: *See you there p>

She worked through the morning—revised her inclusivity notes, added a few more ideas for user-generated content. The baby fluttered every so often—small, steady reminders that she wasn’t alone in this.

At 10:25 she stood, smoothed her blouse, tucked her notebook under her arm. Walked to conference room 3 with the others—Riley, Sara, Lena, Maya. Casual chatter: rain ruining someone’s lunch plans, a new Voss product drop, how the coffee machine was acting up again.

They filed in. Took seats around the table. Maya started.

“Okay, quick one. We’ve got a surprise addition today—Martin’s joining to brief us on the new campaign direction p>

Fiona’s stomach dropped.

Riley shot her a quick look—sympathetic, knowing.

The door opened.

Martin stepped in.

Charcoal suit. Dark hair swept back. Gray eyes scanning the room—calm, controlled. He nodded once to Maya.

“Morning p>

He took the seat at the head of the table. No notes. No laptop. Just presence.

Fiona couldn’t look away.

She stared.

At the scar on his left eyebrow. At the line of his jaw. At the way his fingers rested on the table—long, steady, the same fingers that had gripped her hips that night, held her in place p>

She forced her eyes down. To her notebook. To the pen in her hand. But her mind kept pulling her back.

The way he’d looked at her in the mirror. The way he’d growled her name—no, not her name, not then. Just *beautiful*. *Again*. *Don’t stop p>

The way she’d left him sleeping, sheets tangled, lipstick on his shoulder, her perfume on his skin.

And now he was here.

Leading a meeting.

Her boss.

She felt heat crawl up her neck. Felt her pulse in her throat.

Martin started speaking voice low, even, professional.

“We’re shifting focus. Inclusivity isn’t a box to check anymore. It’s the core. We want campaigns that feel lived-in, not staged. Real people. Real stories. No filters. No perfection p>

His eyes moved around the table.

Landed on her.

Held.

Fiona’s breath caught.

He didn’t smile. Didn’t acknowledge anything beyond the work.

But the look lingered.

Long enough that Riley noticed. Long enough that Fiona felt it like a touch.

He continued.

“Fiona’s initial notes on the current brief were forwarded to me. They’re strong. We’ll build on them p>

He looked at her again.

“Fiona, walk us through your thoughts p>

She swallowed. Opened her notebook with hands that weren’t quite steady.

She spoke clear, measured. About unfiltered skin, user stories, video testimonials, social challenges. She kept her voice even. Kept her eyes on her notes. Kept her breathing controlled.

But she felt him watching.

Every word.

Every pause.

Every time she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

The baby fluttered—quick, almost sharp.

She pressed her hand under the table, steadied herself.

Finished.

Silence for a second.

Martin nodded once.

“Good. Expand it. Full proposal by Friday p>

He stood.

“That’s all p>

He walked out.

The door closed behind him.

The room went quite p>