My steps are measured as I walk into Serenity Solutionsâ lobby, my heart heavy. It kills me to have this moment taken from me by my own insecurities. I should be filled with excitement on my first day of work, but instead, Iâm dreading seeing either Theo or Archer.
I spent all weekend overthinking all of Archerâs text messages and counting my blessings that he was attending his sisterâs wedding, so I didnât have to run into him. On top of that, Theo constantly kept texting me about his move, when the last thing I wanted was to hear anything about how moving in with Kristen went. It all left me feeling worn-out, stealing away the excitement I thought Iâd feel.
âSerenity!â
My heart clenches painfully as I look up to find Theo standing in the corner, two cups of coffee in his hands. He smiles at me as he approaches, handing me a cup. âI figured youâd be early,â he says. âYou snuck out early to keep Ezra from bringing you to work, didnât you?â
I look into his bright green eyes, pure sorrow spreading from my chest. âNo one knows me like you do,â I murmur, hiding my face behind the coffee he gave meâmy favorite, an oat milk latte with a dash of hazelnut syrup. Iâve always loved the quiet intimacy that comes with knowing little details about someone that no one else does, but now it just hurts because itâs this same level of thoughtfulness that made me think he had feelings for me too. âI really donât want the whole company to find out that Iâm Ezraâs sister, and itâd just start rumors if he drove me to work,â I tell him. âItâd defeat the purpose of applying and getting in on my own merit, and he knows it.â
It pains me to pretend Iâm fine, to make small talk when all thatâs going through my mind is that he mustâve woken up next to Kristen this morning and that heâll go home to her tonight. Itâs all Iâve ever wanted.
He falls into step with me, his gaze roaming over my face in that way it does when heâs got something on his mind. âSer, is everything okay?â he asks, his voice soft. âI know the move was hectic and thereâs a lot going on, but you never pick up anymore when I call. Are you mad at me for not telling you about Kristen and me sooner? Or is this about us not moving in together like weâd planned?â
The thought of speaking to him while sheâs right there in the room with him doesnât sit well with me, but how can I possibly admit that? âIâm not mad at you,â I tell him truthfullyâIâm not mad. Iâm hurt. âIâve just been a little busy unpacking and settling in, thatâs all.â
âIf you arenât mad, then why havenât you spoken to Kristen once since I told you about us?â His voice is tormented, and my stomach twists when I find him looking at me like that, all because of her. âShe misses you, Serenity.â
I draw a shaky breath and try my hardest to force a smile, but I canât manage it. Does he truly not realize how I feel about him? How much pain he inflicts when he pleads with me on her behalf?
âSerenity Adesina and Theo Williams?â
I startle at the sound of my name and look up to find a blond guy walking up to us, a tablet in his hands. I nod hesitantly, and he grins. âMy name is Mark Smith, and Iâll be your mentor throughout your internship.â
He guides us through the building, and I welcome the reprieve from having to answer Theoâs question. I knew it was coming, but I wasnât ready. Iâm not sure Iâll ever be ready to deal with them as a united front when I was always the one he was closest to.
âThis year, a total of ten interns were admitted, and everyone was lucky enough to be assigned to their preferred department, including the both of you. Youâll join me in the design department, where we focus primarily on packaging the tech our brilliant CEOs invent in a user-friendly and aesthetically pleasing way.â
We follow Mark as he helps us get registered, taking us through the HR process and getting us company IDs and laptops. Throughout it, I can feel Theoâs gaze on me, but thankfully he doesnât attempt to continue the conversation we were having. Instead, he focuses on work, and I try to do the same.
Mark glances at my ID and grins at the photo as he leads us to our desks. âItâs rare for anyone to photograph so well,â he says, holding up his own ID. âItâs almost a rite of passage, yet somehow, you seem to have been exempt.â
His gaze roams over my face, and Theo tenses beside me. âMust be my unruly curls,â I murmur, unsure what else to say. âMy hair takes up half the photo.â Theyâre somewhat behaving today, and I hope it stays that way.
Mark chuckles. âYeah, Iâve never seen hair like yours. Where are you from?â
I raise a brow and throw him a sweet smile, but it stings a little, that insinuation that I must not belong here because I donât look like him when I was born here just like he probably was. âIâm from a small town called Rivelle,â I tell him, even though I know exactly what he means. Heâs curious about my ethnicity, but that isnât what he asked, so it isnât what I offer.
âItâs about two hours from here,â Theo adds. âWe were both born and raised there. Serenity and I are actually childhood friends. We even went to the same college and everything.â
Mark blinks in confusion, but then he forces a smile and nods. âRivelle, wow. Thatâs where one of our two CEOs is from. Have you ever met him before?â
I chuckle, unable to help it, and Theo grins. âYes, we have, actually. Ezra Sterling is a bit of a celebrity in our town,â he tells him truthfully, and I nod in agreement.
I always hated that my brother and I donât share the same surname, because it always made me feel like we arenât truly family. I didnât think thereâd ever come a day when Iâd be grateful for it.
âThatâs pretty incredible,â Mark says. âWe donât get to see Mr. Sterling frequently, but we do often have the honor of working directly with Mr. Harrison.â
Mark leads us around the corner, and as if on cue, Archer looks up from where heâs leaning against an empty desk, a beautiful, familiar-looking woman standing next to him.
My breath hitches, and Archerâs eyes meet mine. He smiles smugly as he pushes off the desk, his gaze provocative. âThere you are,â he says, his voice gravelly. âAt last.â My heart begins to race as he keeps me trapped with his gaze, and heat rushes to my cheeks. He knows Iâve been running from himâand he knows heâs finally caught me.
âPerfect timing, Mark,â the woman says. âI want you and your interns to join Archer and me in our product design meeting.â
âIsnât that Emma Evans? The companyâs COO?â Theo whispers.
Realization hits me hard, and my eyes widen. Heâs right. I shouldâve recognized her from the companyâs website, and maybe I would have if I couldâve kept my eyes off Archer for more than a few seconds.
Archer grins as though he knows exactly how flustered I am, his expression far too pleased for my liking. Not in a million years did I think Iâd actually work directly with him, and his amused smile makes it clear heâs well aware of that.