Think about it
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Sia’s POV
“For the past two weeks, self-made billionaire and investor Jason Brooks has been seen with a mysterious woman on multiple occasions. First spotted at a private estate wedding, then leaving Smith & Co together as they made their way to his family house.” A woman in a corporate attire said, mic to her mouth.
I couldn’t stop staring at my phone.
The video clips began rolling, each one worse than the last. One from the wedding where we stood too close, almost seeming like we were going to kiss. One where he opened the car door for me. One where I was looking at him like I didn’t hate him—and one where Joel was standing between us, clutching my hand, and Jason was bending down to talk to him.
“Many are beginning to ask, who is she? Is this the family Jason Brooks has been hiding all these years? And is the young boy… his son?”
I paused the video.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
A knot formed in my stomach.
My phone rang then, vibrating against the table. I picked up.
“Sia. How’s everything over there?” George’s voice echoed from the other end of the line.
I cleared my throat, walking toward the kitchen. “It’s going well. Just a little delay in closing the partnership.”
“A little delay?” he repeated. “It’s been over two weeks. Why is it dragging so long?”
I leaned on the counter, eyes on the floor. “I’m still navigating both companies. There’s a lot of back and forth.”
He sighed into the receiver, the way he always did when he was trying not to sound disappointed. “Sia… you know I trust you, right?”
“Yes, George. I know.”
“Then I need you to understand how important this deal is for us— for the company. I’m sitting here staring at next quarter’s projections and I swear, I haven’t seen numbers this stagnant since we launched.”
I stayed quiet.
He kept going. Explaining how this project could be a breaking point for the company.
He didn’t forget to mention how lonely the office has been since I left. “Nobody to shout at. Nobody to bring me bad coffee. Just silence and pressure. I need you to come back soon.”
My heart softened. He sometimes tried to play the tough boss, but I knew better.
“I’ll wrap this up,” I told him. “Whatever it takes. I’ll give them what they need.”
“Good,” he replied. “Call me once you get something solid.”
We said our goodbyes and hung up. I exhaled, then walked back to grab my bag.
The car pulled up minutes later. My hired driver barely said a word as I slid into the back seat. My head leaned against the window, and the city passed in a blur.
By the time we arrived at Smith & Co, I had fixed my face again—business expression in place, spine straight, folder in hand.
I stepped into the room with calm I didn’t feel.
Dylan was already seated. No eye contact. Good.
I sat down, looked across the table, ready to get this over with. “I’ve reviewed everything. PulseTech agrees to move forward with the partnership.”
A long pause followed.
The legal officer cleared his throat. “The terms of the agreement have changed.”
I blinked, sitting up straighter. “What do you mean changed? Changed how?”
He passed a document across the table. I didn’t take it. Not yet.
“The company has undergone some… recent changes. As of this morning, Smith & Co has been fully acquired.”
I swallowed, pulse speeding up.
“By who?”
“Mr Brooks Jr.”
I stared at him. Then at Dylan, whose expression told me he had no idea either.
“He’s requested to meet with both of you privately. Separately.”
I stood. My voice didn’t tremble, but it was colder than I intended. “Fine. I’ll go first.”
Jason sat behind the desk, leaning back like this was just another day for him. No expression on his face, not even when I walked in.
“You asked to see me?”
He nodded. “Yes. I need you to sign this.”
He handed me a document. I took it, flipped it open—and my heart nearly stopped.
I blinked, reading the lines again, not sure if I understood correctly. I looked up at him slowly.
“You can’t be serious.”
He didn’t answer. Just stood and walked toward me, slow steps, eyes locked on mine.
I took a step back. The file still open in my hands.
“What the hell is this, Jason?”
He didn’t speak. Instead, his hand came up, fingers gentle beneath my chin, raising it until my eyes were locked in his.
My heartbeat went crazy. Loud and fast. I was afraid he could hear it.
He leaned in just a little. Close enough that I could feel the heat of his breath against my cheek. Close enough that I forgot how to breathe.
He didn’t kiss me.
But he could have.
And I might have let him.
But yeah, a knock that couldn’t wait erupted through the intense silence.
He blinked as if snapping out of whatever was going on in his head, jaw tensing slightly, then he stepped back.
“Think about it,” he said. His voice was calmer now, but still low and dangerously seductive.
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