Unfinished Business: [3rd POV]
The scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm paper filled the office, blending with the faint hum of keyboards clicking and distant phone calls.
Camzi Marketing Inc. wasn’t a massive corporation, but it had the energy of something on the rise. The open floor plan, the steady rhythm of employees moving in and out of meetings, the sound of productivity humming around her—it was stable. It was normal. And for the first time in a long time, Hannah felt like she belonged somewhere.
She had spent the morning getting a handle on things—managing emails, updating Mr. Harrison’s schedule, and learning the ins and outs of the office dynamic. It wasn’t complicated. In fact, it was refreshing. Everything had a process, a structure. There were no surprises, no unexpected twists. She liked that.
Mr. Harrison, her boss, was a professional through and through. He was a man in his mid-fifties, recently divorced and was planning to marry his high school sweetheart, which she had only learned about in passing conversation. He had spoken about it with ease, no bitterness, no anger—just acceptance. It was the kind of clean break she envied, the kind of closure she had never been able to have.
As the clock neared noon, Hannah’s stomach gave a low grumble, reminding her she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. Pushing away from her desk, she grabbed her purse, already planning a quick lunch when her phone buzzed against the wooden surface.
She barely glanced at the screen before her breath caught.
Unknown Number.
It wasn’t the first message today. It wasn’t even the second. She had already blocked two numbers that morning.
She swallowed hard, her fingers hovering over the screen before finally opening the message.
Hannah. Don’t ignore me.
Her chest tightened.
Vincent.
Her fingers curled around the phone, tension coiling in her muscles. It had been weeks, but he wouldn’t stop.
She could still remember it—the way his hands had gripped her waist, the way his breath had been hot against her skin, the way he had made her shatter under him. The memory came too fast, too vividly, making her stomach twist with something unrecognizable.
Shame.
Guilt.
Or worse—something she refused to name.
She exhaled sharply and typed back a quick response.
Stop bugging me.
Without hesitation, she blocked the number. Again.
Vincent wasn’t a part of her life anymore.
She had Nate. She had a good life now. And she wasn’t going to let a mistake drag her back into something she had already left behind.
By the time the workday neared its end, Hannah felt lighter. She had survived her first day, managed Mr. Harrison’s schedule without a hitch, and even made it through a full office meeting without feeling out of place. She was good at this. It felt real.
She was already planning a stop at a café to grab Nate’s favorite pastry as a surprise when the elevator doors opened.
The air shifted.
Something was wrong.
A presence. A familiarity she hadn’t expected, hadn’t prepared for.
And then she saw him.
Standing at the entrance, a slow, lazy smirk pulling at his lips was Vincent.
What the hell was he doing here?
Her grip tightened around the edge of her desk as he casually surveyed the office like he owned the place. He was in a dark navy suit, effortlessly put together, dangerous in his composure.
The moment his gaze met hers, something flickered in his expression—something dark, something that made her stomach twist in knots.
He knew exactly what seeing him did to her.
She hated that.
Before she could move, before she could force herself to breathe, Mr. Harrison stepped out of his office, completely oblivious to the tension crackling in the air.
“Vincent! Good to see you.”
Hannah’s breath caught. This wasn’t a coincidence. He was here for business.
Her fingers dug into her palm as Mr. Harrison gestured toward her. “Hannah, could you grab us some coffee, please?”
For a moment, she didn’t move. She wanted to say no. She wanted to walk out, to disappear, to pretend this moment wasn’t happening.
But she worked here.
She had just started.
Swallowing hard, she forced a polite nod, her voice steady despite the way her hands trembled. “Sure.”
She turned toward the coffee station, inhaling deeply to steady herself. She could feel his gaze burning into her back, watching her, waiting.
