Fated reborn - Chapter 257: Chapter 257
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Luciano's pov.
The door clicked shut behind Dorian and Marcus, and the room fell quiet, only the faint hum of the AC filling the silence. I slumped back in my chair, dragging a hand down my face, and Victor let out a low whistle, eyebrows shooting up.
“Well,” he muttered, tossing a file onto the table with a dull thud, “that was something.”
I snorted, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Understatement,” I grumbled, jaw tight. My mind was still reeling, words tangling thick and heavy, and that hollow ache in my chest hadn’t eased, not really. Dorian’s words kept twisting through my head, sharp and warm all at once.
Trini says hi.
I huffed, dropping my hand, and Victor’s eyes flicked over, eyebrow arched slow. “You good?” he asked, voice even but eyes glinting.
I scoffed, shoving to my feet with a grunt. “Fine,” I muttered, straightening the cuffs of my jacket. “Come on. We should see them out.”
Victor snorted, pushing up with a lazy stretch. “You’re too polite,” he drawled, smirk curling slow. “They ambushed us, and you’re acting like we owe them dinner.”
I rolled my eyes, biting back a snort. “Shut up,” I muttered, but my mouth was twitching, smirk tugging at the edges.
He chuckled, slinging an arm over my shoulder as we stepped out into the hallway, lights bright overhead and floors cool underfoot. The building was quiet, most of the employees already heading home, and our footsteps echoed soft as we made our way down the corridor.
Marcus and Dorian were up ahead, chatting low, and Dorian threw a lazy wave over his shoulder when he caught sight of us, smirk crooked. “Thought you ditched us,” he called, eyes glinting.
Victor snorted, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Tempting,” he drawled, smirk sharp.
Dorian chuckled, eyes warm, and Marcus just shook his head, lips twitching. The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and we stepped inside, silence settling heavy. The floor numbers blinked slow, lights flickering one by one, and I exhaled slow, shoulders easing a bit.
Dorian shot me a sidelong glance, eyebrow arched. “You alright?” he asked, voice low.
I grunted, scrubbing a hand over my jaw. “Fine,” I muttered, jaw tight.
His mouth twitched, eyes glinting. “Liar,” he snorted, and I huffed, shoving his shoulder.
“Shut up,” I grumbled, but my mouth was twitching, smirk curling despite myself.
The elevator slid to a stop with a soft chime, doors sliding open, and we stepped out into the lobby, sunlight slanting gold through the glass walls. The parking lot stretched wide and sun-baked outside, cars glinting bright, and the heat hit like a wall when the doors swung open, air hot and dry.
Marcus paused by their car, glancing back with a nod. “We’ll be in touch,” he said, voice even, and his eyes were glinting warm. “Let us know if you need anything.”
Victor snorted, lips curling. “Pretty sure we’re supposed to say that,” he drawled, eyebrow arched.
Marcus chuckled, dipping his head, and Dorian shot a lazy wave, smirk crooked. “See you around,” he called, eyes glinting.
I grunted, lifting a hand in a half-assed wave, and Victor just rolled his eyes, mouth twisting. The car doors clicked shut, engine purring low, and they pulled out with a smooth turn, sunlight glinting off the windows. I huffed, dragging a hand down my face, and Victor snorted, slinging an arm over my shoulder.
“Well,” he muttered, smirk sharp, “that wasn’t weird at all.”
I rolled my eyes, elbowing him off. “Come on,” I muttered, turning back toward the building. “We’ve got work to do.”
The office was cooler, AC kicking in with a soft hum, and the sun was slanting low and red through the windows by the time we made it back to the top floor. The stack of paperwork on my desk was thicker than before, files scattered across the dark wood, and I huffed, shoulders slumping a bit.
Victor snorted, flopping into a chair with a groan. “Kill me,” he grumbled, eyes rolling skyward. “It’s never-ending.”
I snorted, dropping into my chair with a grunt. “Stop whining,” I muttered, flipping open a file.
He shot me a flat look, lips twisting. “You’re heartless,” he grumbled, but there was no heat behind it, smirk playing at the edges.
The pen scratched slow over paper, clock on the wall ticking dull and steady, and the sun dipped lower, shadows stretching long across the floor. My fingers ached, tension coiled tight in my neck, and Victor was already slumped half-asleep in his chair, head tipped back and lips parted.
I snorted, tossing a crumpled sticky note at his face. “Hey,” I muttered, eyebrow arched. “Go get us something to drink.”
He grunted, one eye cracking open, and his mouth twisted. “Bossy,” he grumbled, but he pushed up slow, stretching long and lazy. “Coffee?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, rolling my shoulders with a grunt. “And don’t take forever.”
He snorted, flipping me off over his shoulder, and I chuckled, shaking my head slow. The door clicked shut behind him, silence settling heavy, and I slumped back in my chair, dragging a hand down my face.
The papers blurred, words twisting and tangling, and my eyes slipped shut, exhaustion dragging slow and thick. The sun dipped lower, sky streaked red and orange outside the windows, and the shadows were long and dark across the floor, night creeping in slow.
The door swung open soft, and Victor sauntered in, two coffee cups clutched in one hand and a smirk lazy on his mouth. He tossed one my way, flopping back into his chair with a sigh, and I caught it with a grunt, paper warm against my palm.
“Took you long enough,” I muttered, peeling back the lid.
He snorted, eyes glinting. “Good help’s hard to find,” he drawled, smirk sharp.
I huffed, taking a slow sip, and the warmth spread soft, easing the tight ache in my chest. The caffeine buzzed quick and bright, clearing the fog, and I exhaled slow, shoulders easing a bit.
The rest of the paperwork went by in a blur, pen scratching steady, and Victor’s head tipped back, eyes slipping shut, smirk still curling lazy at the edges. The sun dipped low, sky deepening to blue-black, and the city lights blinked soft and steady outside the windows, cars winding slow through the streets.
By the time the last file was signed and stacked neat, my eyes were heavy, pulse slow and steady, and Victor was half-asleep, soft snoring filling the room. I huffed, dragging a hand down my face, and slumped back in my chair, eyes slipping shut.
The night stretched dark and quiet, AC humming soft, and the tension eased slow, breath steady and deep. Just for a moment, the hollow ache in my chest didn’t feel so heavy.
The door clicked shut behind Dorian and Marcus, and the room fell quiet, only the faint hum of the AC filling the silence. I slumped back in my chair, dragging a hand down my face, and Victor let out a low whistle, eyebrows shooting up.
“Well,” he muttered, tossing a file onto the table with a dull thud, “that was something.”
I snorted, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Understatement,” I grumbled, jaw tight. My mind was still reeling, words tangling thick and heavy, and that hollow ache in my chest hadn’t eased, not really. Dorian’s words kept twisting through my head, sharp and warm all at once.
Trini says hi.
I huffed, dropping my hand, and Victor’s eyes flicked over, eyebrow arched slow. “You good?” he asked, voice even but eyes glinting.
I scoffed, shoving to my feet with a grunt. “Fine,” I muttered, straightening the cuffs of my jacket. “Come on. We should see them out.”
Victor snorted, pushing up with a lazy stretch. “You’re too polite,” he drawled, smirk curling slow. “They ambushed us, and you’re acting like we owe them dinner.”
I rolled my eyes, biting back a snort. “Shut up,” I muttered, but my mouth was twitching, smirk tugging at the edges.
He chuckled, slinging an arm over my shoulder as we stepped out into the hallway, lights bright overhead and floors cool underfoot. The building was quiet, most of the employees already heading home, and our footsteps echoed soft as we made our way down the corridor.
Marcus and Dorian were up ahead, chatting low, and Dorian threw a lazy wave over his shoulder when he caught sight of us, smirk crooked. “Thought you ditched us,” he called, eyes glinting.
Victor snorted, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Tempting,” he drawled, smirk sharp.
Dorian chuckled, eyes warm, and Marcus just shook his head, lips twitching. The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and we stepped inside, silence settling heavy. The floor numbers blinked slow, lights flickering one by one, and I exhaled slow, shoulders easing a bit.
Dorian shot me a sidelong glance, eyebrow arched. “You alright?” he asked, voice low.
I grunted, scrubbing a hand over my jaw. “Fine,” I muttered, jaw tight.
His mouth twitched, eyes glinting. “Liar,” he snorted, and I huffed, shoving his shoulder.
“Shut up,” I grumbled, but my mouth was twitching, smirk curling despite myself.
The elevator slid to a stop with a soft chime, doors sliding open, and we stepped out into the lobby, sunlight slanting gold through the glass walls. The parking lot stretched wide and sun-baked outside, cars glinting bright, and the heat hit like a wall when the doors swung open, air hot and dry.
Marcus paused by their car, glancing back with a nod. “We’ll be in touch,” he said, voice even, and his eyes were glinting warm. “Let us know if you need anything.”
Victor snorted, lips curling. “Pretty sure we’re supposed to say that,” he drawled, eyebrow arched.
Marcus chuckled, dipping his head, and Dorian shot a lazy wave, smirk crooked. “See you around,” he called, eyes glinting.
I grunted, lifting a hand in a half-assed wave, and Victor just rolled his eyes, mouth twisting. The car doors clicked shut, engine purring low, and they pulled out with a smooth turn, sunlight glinting off the windows. I huffed, dragging a hand down my face, and Victor snorted, slinging an arm over my shoulder.
“Well,” he muttered, smirk sharp, “that wasn’t weird at all.”
I rolled my eyes, elbowing him off. “Come on,” I muttered, turning back toward the building. “We’ve got work to do.”
The office was cooler, AC kicking in with a soft hum, and the sun was slanting low and red through the windows by the time we made it back to the top floor. The stack of paperwork on my desk was thicker than before, files scattered across the dark wood, and I huffed, shoulders slumping a bit.
Victor snorted, flopping into a chair with a groan. “Kill me,” he grumbled, eyes rolling skyward. “It’s never-ending.”
I snorted, dropping into my chair with a grunt. “Stop whining,” I muttered, flipping open a file.
He shot me a flat look, lips twisting. “You’re heartless,” he grumbled, but there was no heat behind it, smirk playing at the edges.
The pen scratched slow over paper, clock on the wall ticking dull and steady, and the sun dipped lower, shadows stretching long across the floor. My fingers ached, tension coiled tight in my neck, and Victor was already slumped half-asleep in his chair, head tipped back and lips parted.
I snorted, tossing a crumpled sticky note at his face. “Hey,” I muttered, eyebrow arched. “Go get us something to drink.”
He grunted, one eye cracking open, and his mouth twisted. “Bossy,” he grumbled, but he pushed up slow, stretching long and lazy. “Coffee?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, rolling my shoulders with a grunt. “And don’t take forever.”
He snorted, flipping me off over his shoulder, and I chuckled, shaking my head slow. The door clicked shut behind him, silence settling heavy, and I slumped back in my chair, dragging a hand down my face.
The papers blurred, words twisting and tangling, and my eyes slipped shut, exhaustion dragging slow and thick. The sun dipped lower, sky streaked red and orange outside the windows, and the shadows were long and dark across the floor, night creeping in slow.
The door swung open soft, and Victor sauntered in, two coffee cups clutched in one hand and a smirk lazy on his mouth. He tossed one my way, flopping back into his chair with a sigh, and I caught it with a grunt, paper warm against my palm.
“Took you long enough,” I muttered, peeling back the lid.
He snorted, eyes glinting. “Good help’s hard to find,” he drawled, smirk sharp.
I huffed, taking a slow sip, and the warmth spread soft, easing the tight ache in my chest. The caffeine buzzed quick and bright, clearing the fog, and I exhaled slow, shoulders easing a bit.
The rest of the paperwork went by in a blur, pen scratching steady, and Victor’s head tipped back, eyes slipping shut, smirk still curling lazy at the edges. The sun dipped low, sky deepening to blue-black, and the city lights blinked soft and steady outside the windows, cars winding slow through the streets.
By the time the last file was signed and stacked neat, my eyes were heavy, pulse slow and steady, and Victor was half-asleep, soft snoring filling the room. I huffed, dragging a hand down my face, and slumped back in my chair, eyes slipping shut.
The night stretched dark and quiet, AC humming soft, and the tension eased slow, breath steady and deep. Just for a moment, the hollow ache in my chest didn’t feel so heavy.
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