My mom told me, “You won’t be coming to New Year’s Eve this year. Your sister’s new husband thinks you’d ruin the mood.” I didn’t answer. The next morning, when he showed up at my office and finally understood who I was, he completely lost control—because he never expected the truth.
I was in the middle of signing the acquisition agreement for the Sterling Heights development when my phone vibrated against the smooth mahogany surface of my desk. The sound felt sharp and out of place in the quiet of my corner office. I paused, annoyed at the interruption, and glanced down.
A message from my mother lit up the screen. It was short, almost casual, yet it hit me harder than anything else that day. Morgan, don’t come to New Year’s Eve this year.
Tyler says you create tension. It’s better if you skip it. For a moment, my hand froze above the paper.
The pen hovered, the ink threatening to blot the signature I had worked months to earn. I read the message again, hoping I had misunderstood it. Tyler.
My sister’s new husband. A man who had spent maybe six total hours around me had decided I was the problem in the family. In his mind, I was the source of discomfort, the reason the atmosphere felt heavy.
If only he knew. I didn’t reply. I didn’t call my mother.
I didn’t defend myself. Instead, I capped my pen, set my phone face down, and looked up calmly. “Jenna,” I said to my assistant, “let’s move my afternoon meetings.
I want to review the Skyline project reports.”
Jenna studied my face carefully. “Is everything okay, Ms. Hayes?”
“Everything’s fine,” I said smoothly.
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