Savannah's heart raced with every step she took, the city's clamor fading into a distant murmur beneath the storm brewing inside her. Today wasn't just any day—it was *the* day. Everything had led her to this moment. Every sleepless night, every whispered secret, every photo she held onto as if it still radiated warmth. Her fingers tightened around the folded letter tucked away in her coat pocket—a letter she wasn't meant to have.
She had mapped it all out. The route. The timing.
The words she planned to say. Or at least, she thought she had. Now, as she stood at the corner of 7th and Bleeker, the glass tower loomed before her like a monument to every deception ever spun. Her husband's company. His fortress.
She inhaled deeply. Then another. This was it. If she was wrong, if she failed—she'd lose her only shot. The sole lead to uncovering what truly happened to Theo. Her child.
But she had come too far to turn back now. Savannah stepped onto the street, her heels hitting the pavement like a war drum. The truth awaited her inside, and so did he.
She was ready to confront both.
Herbert Medical And Technology
Savannah stepped inside the grand, lavish structure of Herbert Medical and Technology, her heels softly clicking against the marble floor. The building was magnificent, a perfect blend of modern luxury and professional prestige. Clutching her bag in her left hand, she moved with grace, radiating an air of elegance.
She wore a baby pink bodycon dress, buttoned down the front, with a square neckline that framed her collarbones delicately. The sheer long sleeves added a touch of sophistication, while the fitted waist accentuated her graceful figure, and the flared ruffle hem swayed with each step. It was as if the dress had been crafted just for her.
Her wavy hair flowed down her back, moving in sync with her every motion. The gentle sways caught the light, giving her an effortlessly regal appearance. As she headed toward the elevators, a few people turned their heads, their eyes following her with intrigue. In a place where everyone knew each other, a newcomer like her was bound to attract attention.
Just as Savannah was about to step into the elevator area, a voice called out from behind her.
"Excuse me, miss!"
She halted and turned toward the reception desk, where a woman was watching her with keen interest.
"Yeah?" Savannah replied, her voice calm and composed.
"Could I have a moment of your time?" the receptionist asked, gesturing for her to come closer.
Savannah adjusted her purse, she walked toward the desk, her expression unreadable.
"Where are you headed?" the receptionist asked, her curiosity evident.
"To the 16th floor," Savannah answered without missing a beat. She discreetly glanced at her watch, realizing that lunch had already passed and time was slipping away, but she maintained her composed demeanor.
The receptionist's eyes narrowed slightly. "Can I ask who you are and what brings you to see the boss?"
Savannah held the receptionist's gaze, completely unfazed. "I'm Savannah. I have some business with your boss. If you're finished, could I please go in?" Her tone was steady, but there was a clear edge to it.
The receptionist's lips curled slightly in annoyance. Nearby, another receptionist had started to watch Savannah with curiosity.
"Listen, ma'am," the receptionist replied, putting her pen down. "You can't just stroll in here and expect to see the boss. We weren't notified about your visit, and we can't let just anyone in claiming they have personal matters with him."
Savannah's jaw tightened a bit.
"Why not?" she asked, even though she already had a good idea of the answer.
"Because security is strict. We follow the protocols." the receptionist stated bluntly, turning her attention back to her computer.
Savannah took a slow breath, trying to keep her rising frustration in check.
"It's urgent—" she began, but the receptionist interrupted her.
"Ma'am, please don't make this harder than it needs to be. Step aside," the woman said firmly.
A few other staff members glanced over, their faces showing mild amusement.
"Who does she think she is?" one of the other receptionists muttered just loud enough for Savannah to hear.
Savannah clenched her fists for a moment, but she didn't react. Instead, she glanced at her watch again.
The minutes were slipping by.
She dug through her purse, searching for her phone—only to realize it was nowhere to be found.
Fuck.
She had left it back on her cabin desk.
A wave of disappointment washed over her, but she kept her face neutral.
With no other choice, she stepped back, positioning herself to the left side of the area. Her gaze wandered to the elevator area, observing as people moved in and out, each with a clear sense of purpose.
The scene felt almost dreamlike. Everything around her blurred into a whirlwind of activity—people coming and going, their lives weaving together in an unending cycle. It was like watching a movie play out, a continuous stream she had no say in.
Her breath hitched.
A strange dizziness crept over her.
Her vision started to fade as her mind whirled, the exhaustion, stress, and lingering feelings from the past few weeks finally crashing down on her.
The ground beneath her felt unsteady, tilting as if it might give way.
Her knees gave out.
She felt herself teetering, the world slipping away—until, out of nowhere, strong arms wrapped around her from behind.
A steady grip held her up, keeping her from completely collapsing.
Then came a voice.
A deep, familiar voice that sent a jolt through her fading consciousness.
"Ana," the voice whispered.
Even in her hazy state, she recognized it.
Blaze.
Author's Note :
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