Chapter 10: Static on the Screen
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The television droned on in the background.
Evelyn sat on the sofa in Lucian’s private lounge, one leg crossed neatly over the other, eyes fixed on the financial news channel playing silently. Charts rose and fell across the screen, analysts speaking with the confidence of people who had never truly risked anything.
Lucian stood a few steps away, jacket draped over a chair, sleeves rolled up as he poured two glasses of whiskey.
“They’re wrong,” he said casually.
Evelyn hummed. “Painfully so.”
“Affirmation,” the system chimed in brightly.
“Panelist on the left exhibits classic overconfidence bias. Panelist on the right is guessing.”
Evelyn’s lips twitched.
Lucian handed her a glass, his fingers brushing hers briefly.
She accepted it without comment.
On-screen, a familiar face appeared—one of the Ashford family’s long-time allies, loudly criticizing “reckless new players destabilizing the market.”
Evelyn’s gaze cooled.
“Target identified,” the system said cheerfully.
“Annoyance level: severe. Recommendation: emotional detachment or strategic humiliation.”
Later, Evelyn replied internally.
Lucian glanced at her. “You know him.”
“I know his arrogance,” she said. “It’s fragile.”
Lucian studied her profile for a moment. “You enjoy watching people talk themselves into mistakes.”
“I enjoy letting them,” she corrected.
The commentator on TV scoffed, dismissing unnamed competitors.
“Observation,” the system added helpfully.
“He is one bad decision away from public embarrassment. Would you like me to queue predictions?”
Evelyn pressed her lips together.
Barely.
Lucian noticed. “You’re smiling.”
She took a sip of her drink, eyes still on the screen. “Am I?”
He didn’t push it.
Silence settled—not uncomfortable, but charged. The kind that hummed quietly beneath the skin.
“Suggestion,” the system said, tone suspiciously casual.
“Proximity increases trust. Trust increases efficiency. You may consider sitting closer.”
You’re not subtle, Evelyn thought.
“I am extremely subtle,” the system replied.
“You are simply perceptive.”
Lucian shifted, sitting beside her instead—close enough that their shoulders almost touched.
Almost.
Evelyn felt the warmth of him, steady and controlled.
“You’re tense,” Lucian said quietly.
“So are you.”
He exhaled slowly. “Control is easier when you’re alone.”
Evelyn turned her head slightly. “And heavier.”
Their eyes met.
For a moment, neither spoke.
“Emotional synchronization detected,” the system added softly.
“This is statistically rare. I recommend not sabotaging it.”
Evelyn let out a breath—half amusement, half something unfamiliar.
She didn’t move away.
And Lucian didn’t either.
Outside, the city buzzed with conflict and ambition.
Inside, two people who trusted no one allowed themselves—just briefly—to share the quiet.
And Evelyn realized something dangerous.
This wasn’t a distraction.
This was reinforcement
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