Chapter Two
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Chapter Two
Sophie folded her hands in her lap, keeping her posture straight as Lucas Blackwell settled into the chair across from her. Every movement he made was deliberate—calm, controlled, and effortlessly self-assured. He was the kind of man who never seemed rushed, never revealed more than he intended.
His dark gray eyes studied her, unwavering, like a puzzle he was deciding whether or not to solve.
“You wrote quite the article about me,” he said smoothly. His voice carried a quiet amusement, edged with something more unreadable. “Accusations of corruption, backroom deals, and ruthless takeovers.”
Sophie didn’t flinch. “I wrote the truth.” Her tone was even, measured. “I just haven’t published it yet.”
Lucas’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it deepened. “And yet, you’re here.”
She met his gaze without hesitation. Refusing to blink first.
“I wanted to give you the chance to respond before I run the story.”
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. His silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken meaning. Then, finally—
“And what if I told you your story is missing something?” His voice was quieter now, almost conversational. “That the truth isn’t as simple as you think?”
Sophie crossed her arms. “Then prove it.”
Something flickered in his expression—approval, maybe. Amusement, definitely.
Lucas held her gaze for a long moment before nodding slightly. “Fine. Here’s my offer.”
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, the weight of his words pressing into the space between them.
“Shadow me. One month. No restrictions. No filters. Get your facts straight from the source.” His voice remained cool, but there was a challenge underneath it. “At the end of it, if you still believe I’m the villain in your story, publish whatever you want.”
Sophie’s breath hitched.
She had expected denial. Maybe even legal threats. But this? An invitation into his world?
Her fingers curled slightly against the fabric of her skirt as she processed his offer. He wasn’t asking her to back off. He was inviting her to step deeper—closer than she had ever expected to get.
Her pulse quickened.
“You want me to follow you around like some kind of corporate intern?” she asked, arching a brow.
Lucas’s lips twitched, amusement flickering in his gaze. “I want you to see for yourself,” he corrected. “You think you know who I am based on rumors and speculation. I’m offering you the chance to see the truth.”
Sophie hesitated. This was a game. A test. She could feel it.
If she said no, she’d be walking away from the story—the one that could define her career.
If she said yes…
She’d be walking directly into the lion’s den.
The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine.
Lucas watched her, patient, waiting. He knew what he was doing. He knew she couldn’t resist a challenge.
Sophie inhaled slowly. This was a risk. But wasn’t that why she became a journalist in the first place?
“One month,” she agreed. Her voice was steady, but inside, she felt the weight of what she was committing to. “No restrictions. No off-limits topics.”
Lucas’s smirk returned, slower this time, like he had just won something.
“Careful, Miss Miller,” he murmured. “You might not like what you find.”
Sophie tilted her chin up, holding his gaze.
“Neither will you.”
The air between them crackled—an unspoken challenge hanging in the silence.
Sophie had no idea what she was getting herself into.
But one thing was certain—this story was far from over.
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