OBSESSION

NINETEEN.

The conference room hummed with quiet anticipation as Bethany connected her laptop to the projector. Her palms felt clammy despite her outward composure. She glanced up to see the R&M team—Marcus, Ryan, and Teagan—seated alongside Liam and Benjamin Chase. The latter's presence loomed largest, his cool demeanor and sharp gaze making her pulse race. Logan wasn't there, having chosen to stay out of the meeting to avoid adding undue pressure.

Bethany straightened her blazer, a cream-colored piece tailored perfectly to her figure. She paired it with high-waisted black trousers and a simple gold chain around her neck—professional yet commanding. Taking a deep breath, she began.

"Thank you all for taking the time to meet today. I'll walk you through the finalized concepts for the Westlake Project. These designs reflect a balance between modern functionality and respect for the historical character of the neighborhood."

With a click, the first slide illuminated the screen. A collective hum of approval rippled through the room as Bethany spoke confidently, detailing every aspect of her vision. The designs featured clean lines, ample natural light, and adaptive reuse of the existing architectural elements. Renderings of the interior spaces showcased innovative layouts, seamlessly blending style with practicality.

As she presented, she glanced toward Benjamin. His expression was unreadable, but he leaned slightly forward, his steepled fingers resting against his lips. Liam, seated next to him, gave a subtle nod of approval. Bethany's heart lifted slightly, though she maintained her professional demeanor.

When she finished, she turned back to the group, her voice steady. "These designs not only meet the client's goals but also ensure a lasting impact on the community. I'm confident this project will set a new standard for R&M's portfolio."

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Marcus was the first to speak, his voice warm with pride. "This is exceptional work, Bethany. Truly impressive."

Ryan chimed in, "Agreed. The details, the adaptability—it's all there. Well done."

Liam leaned back in his chair, his brown eyes fixed on her with a rare smile. "I had high expectations, but you've exceeded them."

Finally, Benjamin broke his silence. "It's... acceptable."

The room froze. Marcus and Ryan exchanged nervous glances. Liam arched an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard.

Bethany, however, refused to falter. "Thank you, Mr. Chase. I appreciate your feedback."

Benjamin's lips twitched slightly, almost resembling approval. "We'll proceed with these plans. Make sure the execution matches the presentation."

With that, the meeting adjourned. As the others began packing up, Liam approached her. "Good work, Bethany. Don't let my father's restraint fool you—that's as close to a compliment as he gets."

Bethany smiled. "Thanks, Liam. I'm glad the team is happy with the direction."

She packed her things, adrenaline still coursing through her veins. The feeling of accomplishment was satisfying, even with Benjamin's reserved acknowledgment.

As she stepped out into the crisp air of the parking lot, her phone buzzed in her hand. It was a text from an unknown number, but the message was unmistakable:

"Meet me tonight at The Velvet Room. 8 PM. We need to talk. - Juliette"

Bethany froze, her grip tightening on the phone. Every fiber of her being screamed to ignore the message. But part of her—the part that hated unfinished business—pushed her to face it.

Against her better judgment, she replied. "Fine. I'll be there."

Sliding into her car, she let out a shaky breath. She told herself it was just to clear the air. To make it clear to Juliette that whatever game she was playing was over. But deep down, unease settled in her chest.