The perfect Saturday evening. Kage was shirtless in sweatpants, working out in his mansion gym. Deep breath , Beads of sweat and a goal. Fitness matters. He had just finished a set on the leg press machine and eased down onto the nearby bench, muscles aching but steady breaths calm. His gaze settled on the glass of kale juice Roseanne had made for him. The green liquid sat there, thick; unappealin and staring at him like an unwelcomd nemesis. He dreaded it but knew Roseanne only meant well. She surely does. It was his day off. Yet as a general surgeon, Kage knew the hospital could call at any moment if an emergency came up. Not like he wouldn't pass the case to the next available qualified doctor. He had so much to manage, his life and companies included. The morning had been a blend of food and exercise; now, past midday, he was still here, reluctant but disciplined. Not like it was effective but Roseanne wouldn't let him slack and he loved that. She was the only perso

The rise of sweet Autumn. Sweet October. Her mid length hair neatly combed. Her pearl earrings giving her the confident she always wanted. She missed fixing her nails, but there was nothing she could do. As Clara strolled toward her office, her gaze landed on Kage. Down the hall he was seated on his wheelchair; not like she expected him to be off it. His expression was unreadable, a perfect poker face as he sat chatting with Doctor Salomé. Clara’s eyes narrowed, anger flaring inside her. She blinked, doubting herself for a moment — but no, it was definitely Kage. The fact that he was talking to Salomé, who she always loathed, only made her blood boil more."Stupid Bitch!" Clara said In a low, bitter whisper before turning sharply and heading to her office. •Ping. Trying to settle her thoughts, Clara checked her phone and smiled faintly as she saw her salary had been paid. "Oh Clara, you are a wicked genius" She praised herself " Good hard work" she added.