The Contract I Signed With My Ex

The trap was set. It was not made of steel or stone but of memory.

Rina stood in the center of the executive foyer. The morning sun hit the glass. It was too bright. It felt like an interrogation lamp.

She checked her reflection in the polished elevator doors. Her face held a mask of cold stone.

No cracks.

No leaks.

No trace of Aderinsola left.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She brought it out. Elias had just texted.

Elias: Marcus Thorne did not log in this morning. His terminal is empty. Lucien seems to be moving faster than we expected.

Rina did not reply. She couldn't.

The double doors to the inner sanctum opened. Lucien's assistant, a woman with a voice like a recording, nodded.

"Mr. Blackwood will see you now, Ms. Vale. He has cleared his schedule."

Rina walked in.

The office was different today. The blinds were drawn and the air was thick with the scent of old paper and expensive leather.

Lucien was not at his desk. He was standing by a small circular table in the corner.

On the table sat a single object. A wooden box.

"You look tense, Rina," Lucien said. He did not look up. He was staring at the box.

"I am a shareholder," Rina said. "I am here to discuss the board meeting. I am not here for small talk."

"The board meeting has been postponed," Lucien said. He finally looked at her. His eyes were dark. They were searching her face.

"There was a security breach last night. An analyst was caught looking into restricted files."

Rina felt a pulse in her jaw. "Is that why you summoned me? To tell me your IT department is failing?"

"I summoned you because the files he was looking at belong to me," Lucien said.

He stepped away from the table. "And because the name used to access them belongs to a ghost."

He walked toward her. He stopped just outside her personal space. He was a wall of heat and tailored wool.

"I don't believe in ghosts, Lucien," she said.

"Neither do I. I believe in people who refuse to stay buried."

He reached out and for a second, she thought he was going to touch her face.

She braced herself.

She prepared to flinch.

But he didn't.

He picked up the wooden box from the table.

"Before we talk about the logistics hub, I want to show you something," he said.

"Consider it a gesture of good faith. A symbolic gift between partners."

He held the box out.

Rina looked at it.

The wood was dark cherry in color.

It was old.

She recognized it.

Her heart hammered against her ribs. She felt the scars on her back itch.

"Open it," he commanded.

Rina took the box. Her fingers were steady.

She would not give him the satisfaction of a tremor. She flipped the latch.

Inside, resting on white velvet, was a silver charm. It was a small, delicate bird.

A swallow.

Rina's breath caught in her throat. She fought to keep her expression flat.

Five years ago, she had lost a necklace. A cheap silver swallow. It was the first thing Lucien had ever bought her. He had called it a symbol of a home that always returns.

She had been wearing it when the police took her away. They had stripped it from her neck at processing.

"It's a trinket," Rina said. Her voice was a whisper of ice. "What does this have to do with our business?"

"It belonged to someone I failed," Lucien said.

He stepped closer. His shadow fell over her. "She was soft. She was loyal. And I let the system eat her because I thought the company mattered more."

"A common mistake for men like you."

"I am trying to correct it," Lucien said. He looked down at the charm. "The analyst who went into the servers found a fingerprint. He found a sign that she might still be here. In some form."

"You think I'm a ghost, Lucien? Or do you think I'm the one haunting you?"

Lucien grabbed her hand. He didn't grab her wrist this time. He pressed his palm against hers.

He forced her fingers to close around the silver bird. The metal was cold. It bit into her skin.

"I think you are Rina Vale," he said. "But I think Rina Vale knows things that only a dead woman should know. I am tightening oversight on all departments. No one moves a cent without my signature. Not even you."

"You are trying to cage me."

"I am trying to see if you will fly," Lucien countered.

He leaned in. His breath brushed her ear. It was a ghost of a sensation. It made her stomach churn with a hunger she hated.

"The city is full of people who want to destroy this company," he whispered. "Vanessa is already asking questions about you. She wants to know why a woman with no past is suddenly holding my future in her hands."

"Vanessa Cole is a snake. You should know. You're the one who keeps her in your garden."

Lucien pulled back. He didn't let go of her hand. He stared into her eyes.

He was looking for the girl he once knew. He was looking for Rin.

Rina pulled her hand away. She tucked the box into her bag.

"I don't need your gifts, Mr. Blackwood. I need your compliance and the audit is happening."

"The audit will find nothing," Lucien said. "I've seen to that. But you... you will find everything you are looking for if you just stop fighting me."

He walked back to his desk and picked up a pen. He looked like the king again. The moment of vulnerability was gone. It had been a test. A calculated move to see if she would break.

"Go home, Rina," he said. "We will speak tomorrow at the site inspection."

Rina turned to leave. Her legs felt like lead. Every step was a battle, but when she reached the door, Lucien suddenly called out to her.

"Rina."

She stopped. She did not turn around.

"Trust me," he said.

The words felt like a threat and a promise.

She walked out. She didn't stop until she was in the elevator. She pressed the button for the lobby and leaned her head against the cool metal wall.

She opened her bag and looked at the wooden box. He knew. He had to know.

The silver bird was not an apology. It was a tracking collar.

Her phone buzzed again. It was a new number. Not the one from the night before.

Unknown: The bird is a lie. He didn't find it. He kept it. He's been waiting for you to come back and claim it.

Rina stared at the screen.

Unknown: Look at the bottom of the box. Under the velvet. Rina's fingers trembled now. She couldn't stop them. She reached into the box. She pulled at the white fabric. It popped loose.

Underneath was a small, yellowed scrap of paper. It was a medical report. It wasn't from a corporate office. It was from the prison infirmary. It was the record of her miscarriage.

At the bottom, in the section for "Cause of Complication," a word had been circled in red ink. ADMINISTERED.

Rina felt the world tilt. She hadn't just lost the baby. Someone had taken it. She looked up at the floor indicator. The elevator was almost at the lobby.

The doors opened. Vanessa Cole was standing there. She was wearing a white suit. She held a cup of coffee.

She smiled. It was the smile of a woman who had just finished a meal.

"Hello, Rina," Vanessa said. "You look like you've seen something you weren't supposed to."

Rina gripped the box. She stepped out of the elevator.

"Stay out of my way, Vanessa."

"I would love to," Vanessa said. She stepped closer. She smelled like expensive perfume and secrets.

"But Lucien is so forgetful. He leaves things lying around. Like old reports. And old names." Vanessa leaned in.

"He says 'trust me' to everyone, dear. It's his favorite lie. Just ask the last girl who believed him."

Vanessa walked past her and into the elevator.

The doors closed. Rina stood in the lobby.

The silver bird was heavy in her hand.

The report was a fire in her bag.

She wasn't just here for revenge anymore.

She was here for blood.