Julian was in a good mood.
His staff noticed it the moment he stepped into the Gray Corporation building. He wasn’t smiling — Julian Gray didn’t smile at work — but there was a looseness to his shoulders, a calmness in his stride, a softness in his eyes that made people whisper.
He reviewed documents with unusual patience.
He approved proposals without tearing them apart.
He even said “Good morning” to his assistant.
A miracle.
And every time he glanced at his phone, the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.
Kya had kissed him back.
He replayed it more times than he’d admit.
At the Restaurant
Kya stood in the middle of her soon‑to‑open restaurant, surrounded by paint samples, fabric swatches, and sketches. The space still smelled faintly of fresh plaster and sawdust, but i
