Suit & Scars.

Movie Night

Angela had barely changed out of her office clothes when she heard the buzz at her gate.

She peeked through the window.

Of course.

Laura, loud as ever, was waving with both hands like a lunatic. Beside her, Boston leaned casually against his car, smirking up at the building.

Angela opened the door just in time to hear Laura shout, “You better be ready to talk because we brought popcorn, soda, and judgment!”

Boston followed her inside, carrying a pizza box.

“Hey, superstar intern,” he said with a small grin.

Angela rolled her eyes playfully. “Y’all act like I just got promoted to CEO.”

“You might as well be,” Laura snorted, flopping onto the couch. “Angela Martins riding in her billionaire boss’s car? You’re officially not one of us anymore.”

Angela laughed as she grabbed three mugs and poured some juice.

Laura didn’t waste time. “So. Kevin Argent. Billionaire. Brooding. Beautiful. What’s up?”

Angela sat beside her, cheeks already warming. “He just offered me a ride home. That’s it.”

“Mmhm,” Laura hummed knowingly. “Boston, are you hearing this?”

Boston, who had just handed her a slice of pizza, gave Angela a look. “I’m hearing it. Not liking it.”

Angela blinked. “What?”

He shrugged, not meeting her eyes. “I just don’t trust guys like that. Too polished. Too charming. Guys like that always want something.”

Laura raised her brows and sipped her juice, watching the tension build.

Angela scoffed. “It was just a ride. Why are you acting like he proposed?”

Boston gave a small, tight smile. “Because I know you. And I know your heart is easy to give.”

That shut her up.

Laura cleared her throat. “Okayyy! Movie time. Boston, help me pick something romantic and tragic so Angela can cry her billionaire confusion away.”

As the movie played, Angela leaned into the couch, caught between Boston’s quiet concern and Laura’s playful teasing.

She wasn’t sure where things were going with Kevin Argent.

But she knew… her world was already shifting.

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The movie played softly in the background—some cliché rom-com with a dramatic breakup and an even more dramatic makeup kiss in the rain.

Laura had curled up at the edge of the couch, her face turned away, pretending to be asleep (very badly).

Angela shifted, her eyes lingering on the screen, but her mind elsewhere. Beside her, Boston sat quietly, eyes half on the movie, half on her.

“You good?” he asked, his voice low.

Angela nodded, then paused. “I don’t know.”

Boston turned to face her fully. “Talk to me.”

She hugged a throw pillow to her chest. “It’s just… everything’s moving fast. The internship. The office politics. Kevin Argent acting like I’m someone important. I feel like I can’t even catch my breath.”

Boston’s eyes softened. “You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Least of all him.”

Angela looked at him. “Why don’t you like him?”

He hesitated. “Because… I know guys like that. I’ve seen what power does to people. And I don’t want you to get caught in someone’s shadow when you were born to shine in your own light.”

She blinked slowly, heart twisting at the sincerity in his voice. “Boston…”

“I’ve always believed in you,” he said, looking down at his hands. “You know that, right?”

Angela nodded slowly. “Yeah… I do.”

There was silence. Not uncomfortable, but thick with things unspoken.

Then Boston looked up again, something flickering in his eyes. “I guess I just wish… I could be the one you looked at the way you look at him.”

Angela’s breath hitched.

Laura stirred dramatically on the couch. “Okayyyy I can’t keep pretending to be asleep. Boston, you’re giving w*****d novel energy.”

They all laughed—awkwardly at first, then genuinely.

Angela leaned back, caught between two worlds—one of comfort and one of curiosity.

And she didn’t know which one scared her more.