012: New Face??
1406 Words
Amelia’s POV
There’s a kind of silence that follows that long cry and tears.
A quiet chill that settles into your bones like the cold after a fire’s gone out. Your body tries to remember what normal used to feel like, but everything feels off.
That was my morning.
This time no crying. Just silence.
I slipped into my black silk blouse, the one with a sharp collar and gold buttons, and tucked it neatly into my high-waisted trousers. My heels clicked softly on the wooden floor as I moved around the apartment like a ghost.
Hair pulled into a tight bun. Light makeup. Red lipstick.
I wanted to feel pretty.
By the time I reached the Connells Enterprise building, I was wrapped in layers of calm. The reception was its usual polished chaos; people moving fast, suits everywhere, polite smiles. And when I stepped through the private entrance, like usual, everything shifted.
Heads turned. Eyes followed. Everyone focused on their assigned tasks immediately.
Cathy was already walking two steps behind me, her heels tapping, tablet in hand.
“Morning, ma'am. You’ve got the eight a.m. brief with the education team, then the Sin–”
“Push the Singapore call,” I said, stepping into the elevator without slowing.
She blinked, caught off guard. “Noted.”
We rode up in silence.
Top floor. My floor.
As the elevator opened, I stepped into the quiet hallway, Cathy right behind me.
Before I even reached my desk, she added carefully, “Are you doing good today ma, you look kinda–”
I stopped briefly. My fingers tightened around the strap of my handbag.
Then I gave a small smile. “ I'm good, Cathy
I walked into my office, the familiar scent of wood polish and faint vanilla hitting me as I shut the door behind me.
I didn’t sit right away. I stood there for a moment, taking in the space.
Then I walked to my desk, set my bag down, and opened my drawer.
“Bring me every file with Jake Matthews’ name on it,” I said to Cathy, my voice firm. “Bank records, internal transactions. And the investment draft from that tech startup two years ago. Also... call Charles.”
There was a pause. Cathy’s voice was slower this time. “Charles…?”
“My lawyer.”
Her eyes widened just a little, then she nodded. “Yes, ma'am.”
I sat down, pulled out a pen, and opened an old contract, the one Jake and I signed together. My signature sat just below his. My handwriting looked so sure back then.
God. I was so blind.
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About an hour passed. I was halfway through a pile of reports, papers scattered across my desk, when there was a knock.
I didn’t look up.
“Cathy, I told you to hold all—”
“It’s not Cathy.”
That voice.
Smooth. Familiar.
I looked up, slow and steady.
Logan Wills.
He stepped inside like he belonged there. Navy button-down shirt, no tie, sleeves casually rolled to his forearms. He held two coffees. This was the first time he was without a tie. I couldn't help but smile.
He placed one in front of me without asking.
“Flat white coffee for you, my lady,” he said.
I chuckled. “Logan, you did inform me you were coming, and this is my favorite coffee, thank you.”
“I wanted to surprise you, ,” he replied with a small smirk. “And for the coffee, you’re predictable.”
I stared at him while smiling hard, then leaned back in my chair. “What are you doing here, Logan?”
He moved around the desk, leaning casually on the edge.
“I heard Jake came by your office yesterday so I figured you’d either be crying or plotting revenge,” he said, eyes drifting over the papers. “Judging by this mess, definitely not crying.”
I didn’t smile. But my eyes narrowed just slightly.
How did you know he was here?” I asked.
“I have my ways,” he replied.
There's a lot I don't know about this man.
“Call it concern, you know I'm making sure you're safe”
“Or an ulterior motive?”
“Woah, someone's having trust issues,” he teased.
I tilted my head, arms crossed.
He studied me for a second, then nodded toward the files. “Going after him already?”
I met his gaze. “I’m just getting started.”
There was a flicker of something in his expression. Admiration, I couldn't tell
“Good,” he muttered.
Then, in a softer tone, he asked, “Are you good though?”
I hesitated. My fingers grazed the edge of a folder.
“I don’t know,” I said truthfully.
He nodded slowly, as if he understood more than he let on.
“Anything I can do?” he asked.
I looked at him for a second. “A dinner at my place would be nice.”
That made him pause. His lips tugged into something between a smile and a smirk.
I rolled my eyes, but my lips twitched slightly. “Don’t make me take it back.”
He chuckled slowly, pushed off the desk, and adjusted his sleeves.
“Well, that can work, dinner at your place it is,” he said, moving toward the door, “I’ll leave you to your vengeance.”
“Thanks for the coffee,” I called after him.
He stopped at the door. “Anytime.”
And then, he turned back one last time.
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Logan’s POV
I stepped out of Amelia’s office, and for a moment, it felt like my lungs remembered how to breathe again.
Her perfume lingered faintly around me, and her words echoed in my head.
The elevator doors closed, and I stood alone, watching the numbers tick down. My reflection stared back at me in the metal walls.
I found myself being free to speak to her, but I had to focus on what I came here to do, and I had done it.
I stepped into the reception, pulling out my phone, checking missed calls and emails. I was halfway through a message when I heard a voice
“Logan?”
I knew that voice.
I turned slowly.
And of course,
Jana.
Her hair was a little shorter than I remembered. Her skin still carried that warm tan, and her red lips curled into the same smile she always wore.
She wore a navy coat, belted at the waist, heels that clicked with every step, and that same confidence that once knocked the air out of me.
“Didn’t think I’d see you again, Mr. Wills,” she said.
I slipped my phone into my pocket and kept my voice even. “ It's Logan, and I didn’t think you’d show your face in this city again.”
“That makes two of us.”
She took a few slow steps toward me, eyes scanning. Probably trying to figure out which version of me she was looking at, the one she left, or the one she thought she broke.
“You look taller,” she said lightly.
I raised a brow. “I’ve always been tall.”
She smiled. “Still smug, I see.”
“And you still like pretending nothing ever happened.”
Her expression shifted. Then it smoothed over.
“So... new girl? Who the CEO” she chuckled. I didn’t answer.
She read the silence like a pro. “Oh Logan don’t tell me you’re actually doing relationships now.”
“What do you want, Jana?”
She shrugged casually. “Relax. I was here for a meeting. I didn’t know you were gonna walk out of this building.”
I didn’t believe her. Not even for a second. She has always been a sneaky woman ever since I knew her.
“Enjoy your meeting,” I said, brushing past her.
“Logan,” she called, just as I reached the glass doors.
I stopped.
Half-turned.
She stepped closer, voice low. “I still remember how you used to look at me.”
I didn’t say a word.
“It’s strange,” she continued. “Are you looking at someone else that way now?”
She didn’t wait for a reply. She slipped her card into my pockets, turned and walked off.
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