Chapter 1
503 Words
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The café smelled like burnt coffee and broken dreams.
Daisy Almond perched on a high stool, her fingers wrapped tightly around the chipped mug in front of her. She wasn’t here for the ambiance or the caffeine—it was the closest place to her apartment that hadn’t kicked her out for being too loud about the news. She had a deadline, a story that could blow the lid off Robert International’s newest acquisition, and no time to waste.
The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the low hum of conversation. Daisy looked up, her eyes narrowing.
He walked in like the storm before the calm—Charles Robert. Tall, impeccably dressed, the kind of man who seemed carved from marble and dipped in ice. His dark eyes scanned the room with that signature calm control that made people both respect and fear him.
Daisy felt the familiar burn in her chest, a mixture of irritation and something she refused to name.
He was the reason she was unemployed. The reason her latest article had been buried under lawsuits and smears. The reason the city whispered about ruthless power with a human face.
And now, here he was, in her makeshift refuge.
Charles’s gaze settled on her, sharp and unyielding. For a moment, the noisy café seemed to quiet, the space between them crackling with unspoken challenges.
“You’re Daisy Almond,” he said, voice low and deliberate.
She didn’t flinch. “That obvious?”
He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You have a reputation.”
“I prefer ‘persistent,’” she shot back.
He moved closer, standing over her like a predator surveying his prey. “Persistence can be dangerous. You’re poking at things better left alone.”
Her jaw tightened. “Or things that need to be exposed.”
The barista dropped off her cold coffee and gave them a wary glance before retreating to the back.
Charles leaned in just slightly. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with, Daisy.”
“Maybe,” she whispered. “But I know what’s right.”
A tense silence stretched between them until the sharp ring of Daisy’s phone shattered it.
She glanced at the screen—another message from her editor pushing for the story. She tucked the phone away but kept her eyes locked on Charles.
“Why are you here?” she demanded.
“Let’s just say I’m interested in keeping the city’s secrets… well, secret,” he replied smoothly.
Daisy’s laugh was bitter. “You mean covering up your messes.”
“Call it damage control,” he said evenly.
The door chimed again, and Charles glanced over his shoulder.
“Looks like you’re not the only one interested in my story,” Daisy said, rising from her seat.
Charles watched her go, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features.
Outside, the night wrapped the city in a cold embrace, but inside Daisy’s chest, the fire was just beginning to burn.
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