Chapter 43 — The Wrong Attention
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Aurora had never struggled with attention.
Success attracted attention.
Money attracted attention.
Influence attracted attention.
After building a company large enough to earn respect across multiple industries, conversations tended to find her whether she wanted them or not.
Most of the time, she handled it effortlessly.
Recently, however, attention seemed to create complications.
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The problem announced itself during a business luncheon three days after the reception.
The gathering had been organized to discuss a joint development project involving several companies. Representatives from different sectors filled the private dining room, exchanging ideas while pretending the event was less political than it actually was.
Aurora arrived prepared to spend two hours discussing numbers.
Instead, she spent most of the afternoon noticing a pattern.
A young executive from one of the participating firms appeared unusually eager to contribute to every conversation she joined.
At first, she dismissed it.
Then he relocated his seat to remain closer.
Later, he volunteered to walk her through a presentation she had already reviewed.
By dessert, even Amelia had started noticing.
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“He likes you.”
Aurora looked up from her phone.
“He likes access.”
“Men interested in access don’t spend twenty minutes talking about your favorite author.”
That observation earned silence.
Mostly because Amelia was correct.
The executive in question had somehow managed to learn details that had nothing to do with business.
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The situation remained harmless.
Mildly annoying.
Entirely manageable.
At least until the following evening.
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A foundation planning session occupied several hours of Aurora’s schedule, bringing together board members, sponsors, and senior executives responsible for the upcoming charity gala.
Cassian arrived late.
Not unusually late.
The sort of late that happened when someone controlled enough companies to make punctuality optional.
The meeting continued uninterrupted after his arrival.
Discussions moved forward.
Reports were reviewed.
Decisions were made.
Everything appeared normal.
Yet sometime during the second hour, Aurora became aware of his attention settling across the room. It was just often enough to notice.
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The realization became harder to ignore when the same executive from the luncheon approached after the meeting concluded.
He greeted her with the confidence of someone encouraged by previous interactions.
Aurora responded politely.
The conversation lasted less than three minutes.
Long enough.
When she finally looked up again, Cassian had stopped listening to the board member speaking beside him.
His attention had shifted elsewhere.
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Amelia caught the exchange immediately.
The smile she sent Aurora from across the room promised future harassment.
Aurora ignored it.
Or tried to.
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The drive home should have ended the matter.
Instead, the situation followed her into the next day.
Then the day after that.
The executive continued appearing.
Messages arrived.
Invitations appeared.
Nothing crossed a line.
Everything remained professional.
That almost made it worse.
There was no legitimate reason to object.
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Cassian eventually encountered the situation firsthand during another event later that week.
The interaction lasted only a few minutes.
Aurora introduced them.
The executive looked nervous.
Cassian looked polite.
By the end of the conversation, the man seemed eager to leave.
Aurora spent the next ten minutes pretending she hadn’t noticed.
The effort failed.
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“You did it again.”
The accusation arrived later that evening while they stood near a balcony overlooking the city.
“Did what?”
“You know exactly what.”
A faint smile appeared.
“You’re making assumptions.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
The answer sounded calm enough.
Convincing enough.
The problem was that she no longer believed him automatically.
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A comfortable silence settled between them.
Traffic moved below.
City lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass.
Aurora rested her arms against the railing.
“You’ve become very observant lately.”
The comment drew a short laugh.
“You’ve become very obvious lately.”
For the first time, he didn’t immediately respond.
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Something shifted.
The change existed somewhere beneath the conversation, subtle enough that nobody else would have noticed it.
Aurora did.
The hesitation lasted less than a second.
It still felt important.
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When she finally turned toward him, his attention remained fixed on her.
The look wasn’t possessive, it wasn’t controlling yet it carried something more complicated than either description.
Something neither of them seemed ready to define.
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By the time the evening ended, Aurora understood one thing with uncomfortable certainty.
Attention had never been the issue.
The issue was discovering how much it mattered to someone else.
And judging by the expression she had seen earlier, Cassian was becoming less interested in hiding that fact.
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