The rain had started sometime after midnight.
Serena sat motionless in her car, parked outside a dingy roadside motel, watching the droplets snake down the windshield in lazy, winding trails. Her hands were still curled around the steering wheel, her fingers stiff, her knuckles aching from how hard she'd been gripping it. But she couldn't bring herself to move.
Her family had abandoned her.
Julian had humiliated her.
And now, for the first time in her life, she had nowhere to go.
The Lancaster estate-the house she had grown up in, the fortress that had once been her world-was no longer hers. The doormen, who used to greet her with polite nods and murmured Good evenings, had closed the gates in her face without hesitation. The staff, the people she had seen every day for years, had averted their eyes, unwilling to acknowledge her.
She had stood there for what felt like an eternity, still wrapped in that damned emerald gown, clutching her purse as if it could somehow hold the answers to her sudden exile.
But there had been no answers.
No one to call.
No place to go.
Her so-called friends-the ones who smiled at her across tables at luncheons, who whispered secrets behind their glasses of champagne-had likely already moved on to the next scandal. By the time she left the ballroom, they had been whispering about her downfall like it was a bedtime story.
So she had driven.
Aimlessly. Blindly.
With no plan beyond escape.
The motel was the first place she found that didn't require a reservation, didn't care about last names, didn't ask questions. The man at the front desk barely looked at her as he slid a key across the counter.
Room 107.
The inside was just as bleak as her future.
A lumpy bed. Peeling wallpaper. A single flickering lamp that cast shadows she didn't want to look at too closely.
Serena had sunk onto the mattress, the weight of everything pressing down on her until she could barely breathe.
But she hadn't cried.
Not once.
Instead, she had stared at the cracked ceiling, listening to the rain hammer against the window, until exhaustion pulled her under.
By the time morning came, her body ached, her throat was raw, and the crushing weight of reality had settled deep into her bones.
She had nothing.
No money. No job. No home.
Only one option left.
Weston Sinclair.
---
The Sinclair Tower rose like a steel monolith against the grey city sky, its glass facade reflecting the storm clouds above. It was an empire built on power, ruthlessness, and the sheer force of the man who owned it.
Serena stepped through the revolving doors, feeling the weight of every set of eyes in the lobby.
She no longer looked like the pristine, polished heiress from the night before.
Gone was the designer gown. Gone was the perfectly styled hair and flawless makeup.
In their place was the only outfit she could manage-a simple black dress from the bottom of her suitcase, paired with heels that were slightly scuffed. No jewelry. No embellishments. Just the bare bones of the woman she used to be.
Still, she walked with her head high.
Because if she let them see the cracks, they would shatter her completely.
At the front desk, a sleek brunette receptionist eyed her carefully, professional smile firmly in place. "Do you have an appointment, Miss...?"
Serena met her gaze evenly. "Lancaster."
Recognition flickered in the woman's eyes. Of course, she knew. The entire city knew by now.
"I need to see Mr. Sinclair."
The receptionist hesitated. "Mr. Sinclair doesn't-"
"Tell him I have an offer," Serena interrupted smoothly. "One he won't want to ignore."
The woman hesitated, then picked up the phone.
Serena's heart pounded as the call connected.
She had one chance.
"...Yes, sir. There's a Miss Lancaster here to see you." A pause. Then, the receptionist's expression shifted slightly. "She says she has an offer."
A longer silence.
Then, finally-
"Send her up."
---
The elevator ride to the top floor felt like an eternity.
Serena could still see him in her mind.
Weston Sinclair, seated at the bar during the gala, watching her public destruction unfold with that unreadable expression.
Of all the people to see her at her lowest, it had to be him.
The doors slid open, revealing a space so sleek and modern it felt untouchable. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city skyline, and the air smelled of expensive leather and sharp, clean cologne.
And at the massive black desk near the windows, he sat.
Weston Sinclair.
He didn't stand as she entered. Didn't offer her a seat.
He simply leaned back in his chair, watching her with that same detached, analytical gaze that had always unsettled her.
Serena stepped forward, forcing herself to keep her shoulders squared.
"Miss Lancaster," he murmured, his voice as smooth as aged whiskey. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
She gripped her clutch tighter. "I need a job."
A beat of silence.
Weston's head tilted slightly, as if considering whether she was serious.
Then, with deliberate slowness, he stood.
The sheer presence of him was suffocating. He moved with the ease of a man who never rushed, never had to explain himself to anyone.
"You," he mused, his voice laced with quiet amusement, "want to work for me?"
His gaze drifted over her-not in a way that was leering, but assessing.
Serena forced herself not to shift under his scrutiny. "Yes."
His lips twitched slightly. "And why would I hire you?"
Because I have nothing left.
Because I need to prove I can survive.
Because you're the only person powerful enough to make them all regret abandoning me.
Serena lifted her chin. "Because I can handle it."
Weston exhaled a soft laugh, low and condescending. "Handle it?" He stepped closer, his presence pressing against her like a storm rolling in. "You think working for me is some charity position? A favor?"
Her pulse thrummed. "No."
His voice dropped, quiet and lethal. "Then why are you really here?"
She met his gaze without hesitation. "Because I need this."
Something flickered in his expression.
He circled her slowly, his presence a dark shadow wrapping around her. "Let me guess," he murmured. "Your father cut you off. The Lancaster name isn't as untouchable as you thought. And now you're here. Desperate."
Each word was a dagger to the ribs.
But she refused to flinch.
"I wouldn't call it desperation," she said coolly. "I'd call it opportunity."
Weston's lips curled, the barest hint of amusement in his dark eyes. "Is that so?"
She held his gaze. "Are you going to hire me or not?"
A long, weighted silence.
Then, Weston reached for a sleek folder on his desk. "You'll start as an assistant. No favors, no handouts. You earn your place, or you're out."
Relief surged through her. "Fine."
He flipped the folder open, his gaze sharp as a blade. "There's just one thing, Serena."
Her pulse quickened. "What?"
Weston leaned in, voice a murmur of dark amusement.
"You won't last under me."
A cold shiver ran down her spine.
But she met his gaze and smiled.
"Watch me."
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