My neck snapped back with such force that spots danced before my eyes, while cold sweat trickled down my spine.
Across the table, Sarah remained absorbed in our office group chat, blissfully unaware of my mounting panic.
“Just got all the details from the inner circle,” she said excitedly, her fingers flying across her phone
screen.
“That’s definitely our new investor. God, he’s absolutely stunning. Let me double–check his name real
quick…”
“Nathan Rivera,” I whispered, my mouth going dry.
“Right, Riv-” Sarah’s voice caught mid–word as realization dawned on her face, her eyes widening in
disbelief.
“Hold up – you’re telling me that’s YOUR Nathan?!”
“Yes.”
“What are the actual chances of this happening?!”
But as my fingers clenched around my fork, I couldn’t help wondering if this was really just a
coincidence.
The odds seemed too perfect, too calculated.
Sarah leaned forward, her voice dropping to an awed whisper. “So there are actually two copies of that devastatingly handsome face walking around Manhattan?”
“Yes.”
“Girl, you really lived every woman’s fantasy, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t share in her playful mood. My mind was already mapping escape routes as I grabbed my bag, ready to make a quick exit.
Someone had mentioned he’d left with our CEO – surely I could slip away unnoticed. The bus stop right
outside the restaurant seemed like my salvation.
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But as I stood in the crisp evening air, waiting for my bus and planning my next move, a voice I’d tried so hard to forget drifted down from behind me, smooth as aged whiskey and twice as dangerous.
“Leaving dinner so soon?” Nathan’s tone was deceptively calm, yet loaded with unspoken meaning.
Standing there, I realized with crystal clarity that perhaps I hadn’t been quite as clever as I’d thought.
I’d played my game and vanished into the night, but he’d been patient.
He’d traced me here, waited for the perfect moment.
