Chapter Two
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ZANE'S POV
There’s a particular silence that settles in a house like mine. It isn’t peace but pressure.
I sat across from my father at the long dining table that could seat twenty, not that it ever did. The chandelier above us sparkled with deliberate opulence, casting fractured light over the untouched gourmet breakfast spread by the housekeeper. I was on my second cup of coffee, black. Dad was on his fourth email, unreadable behind his designer glasses and tighter-than-necessary jawline.
“Media project lead?” he finally said, not looking up from his phone.
“Mm-hm,” I mumbled, chewing on a piece of toast like it might turn to poison.
“With her?” He probe further
ou say it like I have a choice.”
He set the phone down, eyes narrowing. “Amara Daniels is not just a girl in your class, Zane. She’s the daughter of Jide Daniels and She is Daniels Organics.”
I leaned back, smirking. “You make it sound like I’m going to marry her.”
His eyes flared, just a second. “You’ll do your part. This project is being streamed, It's a public interest.Do well, and ZC Labs remains dominant in the press. Screw it up..”
“And we lose PR ground. I get it,” I said, waving a hand.
He didn’t speak for a moment. Then, quietly, “Your mother would have handled this better.”
That was the dagger. The way he used her, always. The ghost in every room. The woman who’d built the public face of ZC Labs and then died in the middle of its prime.
I shoved my chair back and stood. “I’ll be charming, professional, and devastatingly good-looking. No need to worry.”
He didn’t reply. He never did when I had the upper hand.
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North Hill Academy – Media Hallway
I arrived at school late, as usual, backpack slung over one shoulder, hoodie peeking from under my blazer, and that smug aura I wore like armor. People moved when I walked. Some because they liked me. Most because they feared what came with my name.
ZC Labs was everywhere from the science wing equipment to the annual donations for the school gym renovation. Every time a teacher looked at me, they saw dollar signs. Every time a student did, they saw status. And every time Amara looked at me…
She saw war.
And I liked it.
She was already in the media room, typing furiously at the desktop like it owed her money. Her lips moved as she read under her breath, frustration curling her brow. Perfectionist to the last breath. Daniels Organics’ little princess.
I dropped my bag next to hers and flopped into the seat beside her.
“Morning, sunshine.”
She didn’t even blink. “You’re late.”
“Fashionably like a star.”
“Like a parasite.”
I chuckled. “That’s aggressive. You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
Her fingers stopped typing. She turned, deadly calm. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand professionalism, but we’re being graded and streamed. One slip, and this project tanks.”
“And if I said I liked seeing you this stressed?”
“I’d report you for harassment.”
“Still got that fire,” I said softly.
She froze for half a second. Then she pushed her chair back and walked off toward the editing suite.
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*Later – Editing Room*
We were supposed to brainstorm our brand identity today, Create a logo, write the brand story, and begin concept shots for the launch. Mr. Pevensie had given us an entire guide packet. Amara, of course, had already highlighted hers.
“This can’t be real,” she muttered, pointing to my worksheet. “You’ve written Zane & Amara: Vibe Lords of Skincare.”
I grinned. “Catchy, right?”
“It sounds like a parody.”
“I thought we were supposed to be creative.”
She shoved her binder in front of me. “Our skincare line is called ‘Nova Glow.’ Targeted at Gen Z teens. Plant based ingredients, gender neutral packaging, and an online only flash sale campaign.”
“Wow,” I said, glancing down at the pages. “You did all this last night?”
“Some of us actually care about succeeding.”
I should’ve been irritated but instead, I was intrigued. Passion was hot and Amara had it in buckets.
“Fine,” I said, standing and stretching. “Let’s take your vision and make it go viral. I’m good on camera since you’re good at bossing people around. Match made in media heaven.”
She paused. “You’re serious?”
I shrugged. “Why not? Let’s make ‘Nova Glow’ the most talked about project North Hill has ever seen.”
And just like that, something shifted. Her expression relaxed. The corner of her mouth twitched upward. Barely. But I saw it.
Then the door opened.
Nova walked in, clutching her tablet. Quiet, reliable Nova, Amara’s best friend since year seven. She gave me a glance too quick and then turned to Amara.
“I finished the mock logo drafts,” she said, handing her the screen. “I tried both minimalist and retro palettes.”
Amara lit up. “Nova, you’re brilliant.”
Nova flushed but She wasn’t used to attention not like Leah, who would barge in with a dramatic complaint, or Raya, who collected secrets like makeup samples.
“Can you show Zane too?” Amara asked.
Nova hesitated. Her eyes flicked to mine, then away. “Sure.”
I leaned in over the screen. “Nice work,” I said, nodding. “Clean lines. Smooth finish. You know your stuff.”
Her cheeks darkened, and she looked down quickly.
Amara didn’t notice. But I did.
And I wasn’t sure what to do with that knowledge yet.
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Lunch – Courtyard
I was on the bench under the old oak tree, earbuds in, sketching a new beat on my tablet. Music was my real escape. Media projects were fun, banter with Amara was fun. But this—this was mine.
“Skipping the canteen again?” a voice said.
I looked up. Leah. Tight ponytail, confident stride, biting sarcasm.
“Canteen’s dull,” I replied. “Besides, the food tastes like regret.”
She smirked. “Thought you’d be wrapped around Amara’s finger by now.”
“Trying,” I said, only half-joking.
She sat beside me, uninvited. “Don’t get too close. She doesn’t trust easy.”
I tilted my head. “Sounds like you speak from experience.”
Leah’s expression turned guarded. “We’ve had our fights.”
I studied her. “You jealous?”
“Of Amara?”
“Of me.”
Her mouth twitched. “Not everyone falls for you, Zane.”
I smirked. “But you did once?”
She stood up. “Don’t flatter yourself. Just stay away from Nova.”
I blinked. “Nova?”
She didn’t answer. Just walked off, leaving a storm in her wake.
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*Evening – ZC Labs HQ*
That night, Dad dragged me to a board dinner. Clean suit, fake smile, full performance. Every executive looked at me like a future asset. Every comment was laced with expectation.
“You’re partnering with Daniels' daughter on the school launch?” one of the VPs asked, swirling his wine.
“Correct,” I replied.
“And you two can manage... civility?”
I smiled. “We’re professionals. Mostly”
They laughed.
But as the evening wore on, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Amara. The fire in her. The way she hated losing. The way she looked when she thought no one was watching—biting her pen cap, twirling her ring, fidgeting when nervous.
And the way she didn’t know the people around her weren’t always what they seemed.
Nova’s glances. Leah’s veiled threats. Raya’s whispers.
This wasn’t just school drama anymore.
This was a pressure cooker.
And something was going to blow.
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