Mia
“What happens next?” I asked again, my voice softer now, but no less serious.
He looked at the ceiling. “I don’t know, Mia. I meant everything I said. But this… this isn’t easy.”
I sat up. “Then make it easy. You told me you’d leave her. You told me you’d choose real, choose me. I need more than words, Owen.”
“I know,” he said, sitting up beside me. “But it’s not just her. It's bigger than that. It’s the company. The merger. The board—”
“Oh, come on,” I snapped. “I thought we had moved past this. You think I care about business deals right now?”
“No,” he said quickly. “But they do. And if I make one wrong move, if it looks like I broke off an engagement because of an assistant I’ve been f*****g—”
“So now, I'm just an assistant?” I cut in, stung.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
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