The Emergency Meeting
755 Words
Chapter 5
The conference room smelled like expensive coffee and bad decisions.
Lina sat at the far end of a long mahogany table, still in yesterday’s clothes under a blazer. Her board stared at her like she’d set the gala on fire.
“Walk us through it,” the board chair, Margaret, said. Voice flat. “The speech. The exit. The man.”
Lina didn’t ask which man. She knew.
“The speech was mine,” Lina said. “The exit was mine. The man…”
She paused. “I don’t know who he is.”
That was a lie. And everyone knew it.
Margaret slid a tablet across the table. On screen: a photo.
Adrian. In his suit. Walking out of the gala with Lina. Side by side. No umbrella.
_Whitmore Heir Seen Leaving Gala With Foundation Director_
Lina’s stomach dropped.
“Adrian Whitmore,” Margaret said. “The brother who sold his company and ‘disappeared.’ Net worth 4.2 billion. Family with three active lawsuits against nonprofits for breach of contract.”
“I didn’t know—”
“You didn’t ask,” snapped Daniel, the CFO. “We have a 2.3 million dollar gala and our ED leaves with _him_? Do you know what this looks like?”
Like breadcrumbs, Lina thought. But she didn’t say it.
Across town, Adrian was in a different kind of hell.
His brother’s office. Glass walls. Richard pacing.
“You cost us the Whitmore photo,” Richard said. “Do you know how many calls I got? ‘Where’s Adrian? Is he okay? Is he dating someone?’”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re _not_ fine. You haven’t been fine for three years.” Richard stopped. “Who is she?”
Adrian didn’t answer.
“She’s the Reyes girl. The foundation one.” Richard threw a folder on the desk. “Her sister died. Cancer. The foundation is clean but small. And now you’re in the papers with her.”
Adrian finally looked up. “And?”
“And the board thinks you’re trying to tank us. Again.”
Adrian stood. “Then let them think it.”
He walked out.
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Back at the foundation, the meeting was falling apart.
“We’re putting you on leave,” Margaret said. “Effective immediately. Until we do a PR review.”
Lina blinked. “You’re firing me? For giving a speech?”
“We’re protecting the foundation,” Margaret said. “From you. And from him.”
Lina stood. Her hands were shaking but her voice wasn’t.
“You want to protect Elena’s foundation? Then stop treating it like a brand and start treating it like people. I did that last night. And I’d do it again.”
She walked out.
Her phone was already blowing up. 40 texts. 12 voicemails.
One number she didn’t recognize.
*Unknown:* _Saw the news. You okay? - A_
She stared at it.
Then typed back: _No. You?_
*A:* _Worse. Can I see you?_
Lina looked up. The city was bright again. No rain.
For once, the forecast was right.
She typed: _Rooftop. Same place. 8pm._
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8pm.
The roof door was unlocked. Adrian was already there, leaning on the ledge. No suit. Jeans and a black t-shirt. Hair still damp.
“You came,” he said when he saw her.
“You asked.”
They stood apart for a long time. The city buzzed below.
“I got put on leave,” Lina said.
“I got disowned. Again.” Adrian smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “We make a good pair.”
Lina laughed. It was shaky. “This is a disaster.”
“Yeah.”
Another pause.
“Adrian,” she said. “Why me?”
He turned to her. Really looked at her.
“Because you walked into a room full of stars that weren’t there and still believed in them. Because you gave a speech that made people feel something. Because when you looked at me, you didn’t see Whitmore.”
Lina’s throat tightened.
“And you?” she asked. “Why are you here?”
Adrian stepped closer. “Because I think the universe left me a breadcrumb. And I’m tired of ignoring them.”
The wind picked up. No rain. Just air and the sound of the city.
Lina reached out and took his hand.
It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t smart.
It was just… true.
Above them, one star cut through the clouds.
Neither of them pointed it out.
They didn’t need to.
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