Luna's Moon

Chapter Three

I dreaded going to work all weekend, which sucked because I really do love my job. But lesson learned—never mix business with pleasure, people. I walked into the building Monday morning, coffee in hand, spine straightened. This won't break me. No, nope.

Stella was already lurking, as expected. She practically appeared from thin air as I settled into my office, her presence always as inevitable as a storm.

"How are you doing, angel?" she asked, her voice soft but sharp with curiosity. I looked up just in time to see her drop another cup of coffee on my desk—Lord knows I needed all the caffeine I could get today.

"Fine. I just want to put this all behind me," I said, my words more for my own reassurance than anything. The faster this mess was behind me, the better.

"Atta girl." Stella gave a knowing nod before changing the topic. "Congratulations on meeting with Alpha Moon, by the way."

I snorted, the memory of the brief encounter still fresh in my mind. I didn’t meet him. When I returned the flash drive to Mr. Gordon, Alpha Moon had been sitting around the table with everyone else. He was two seats away from my boss, looking like an untouchable enigma.

"Not a meeting per se," I replied, shaking my head.

"It’s as close to one as we could get, though," Stella said, her voice dripping with excitement. "We should celebrate."

I raised an eyebrow. "You just want to go to Elixir Club."

She grinned at me, a look that could’ve only meant one thing: mischief. "Guilty. You know I’ve been dying to go there for weeks."

I rolled my eyes.. "What about your assistant?". Brian, my now ex boyfriend was her assistant, and the three of us usually grace these type of outings together.

Stella didn’t even flinch. "What about him? .Gives me more chance to light his ass on fire." She crossed her arms, clearly entertained at the thought of wreaking havoc.

"Stella, we have to be professional." I reminded her, even though I knew it was futile. Brian was no doubt dreading being on the receiving end of Stella's wrath... and honestly, I couldn't blame him. She can be... well, mean. And I don't like caring, but I couldn't help it.

Stella gave a dramatic sigh, but the mischief never left her eyes. "Fine, fine. Professional. But I still think Elixir is calling our names.". She left and I got to work.

Hours later, I heard a knock at my office door. I lifted my head, already knowing who it was before I even saw him. Brian entered sheepishly, looking as uncomfortable as I felt. I guess it couldn’t be helped—he'd been calling and texting me non-stop since the car park situation, and I had been avoiding him. I was expecting this moment, but it didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

"Luna... I'm sorry," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I should have told you the truth. I shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that. You didn’t deserve it."

I leaned back in my chair, studying him. My sister always called me the gentle one, the easy-to-sway-and-persuade type. Maybe it was because of that I felt this strange pull to soften, but I couldn’t bring myself to fully forgive him—not yet.

"It’s okay," I muttered, though deep down, I knew it wasn’t. Not by a long shot. "Let’s just move on."

"Could you help me speak to Stella? She's..." He winced, clearly struggling to find the right words. Yeah, my loyal friend had been fighting for me, and I could see it in his eyes—he knew what that meant.

"I'll try. No promises." I replied, my tone flat. A big part of me was still glad he was having it rough. He deserved it, at least a little. After some few minutes of awkward silence, he left and I continued working.

The week passed by, and mercifully, the rumors about me and Brian had stopped. Now, there was a new story circulating—surprise, surprise, Brian is dating again. Guess who?.

"Seriously, I don't know what's going on," Stella said, shoving a few fries in her mouth, clearly frustrated. We were on our lunch break, and she was still hung up on the strange behavior of the executives.

"It might just be tension about signing a new deal?" I suggested casually, glancing at the mirror to check that my hair bun was still perfect.I was wearing a sleek black corporate gown that reached my knees, the white sleeves adding a crisp contrast to the dark fabric. My chestnut brown curly hair had taken forever to put in a bun, each strand carefully tucked and pinned into place. I even wore lipstick, the kind that felt bold but not overdone, just enough to make a statement. I couldn't let anything mess with my appearance today.

"Perhaps, but the cleaners have been coming to clean twice as much, and they are cross-checking everything over and over again... they're so anxious," Stella replied, her brows furrowed in concern.

I paused, feeling the weight of her words. Something was off, even Mr Gordon has been staying late hours, he has been releasing me to go home though, Thank God.

"Maybe they'll tell us eventually," I shrugged, taking a bite of my burger.

"Ugh, you're such a sunshine, I don't know how I feel about that," she narrowed her eyes at me, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

I smiled back, not bothered by her teasing. I really saw no reason to worry—except maybe about my hair bun. I glanced at the mirror again, just to make sure it was still in place.

"You look perfect, he was an idiot."

"I know, I just don't want any depressed ex-girlfriend vibe coming from me."

"Good, kill 'em with beauty."

"It's 'kill 'em with kindness." I mumbled, taking another bite.

"Whatever. Are you really okay though?" she asked, her voice softening just a little.

"Yes, yes, I am." And I actually meant it too. Uhn, would you look at that—feeling good for once.