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Chapter 101: Chapter 101: The Man in the Photograph

Five Years Later

Audrey sat at the kitchen island, quietly tapping a red pen against her ceramic mug.

She was twenty-seven years old. The terrified, anxious university girl who used to hide in library corners was completely gone. In her place sat a confident, award-winning sports journalist.

She scanned the draft on her tablet. Her eyes caught a weak paragraph. She did not panic. She just highlighted it, deleted the messy adjectives, and rewrote the sentence to make it hit harder.

”You are frowning at the tablet again.”

Audrey looked up.

Alexander Vaughn looked every bit the celebrity he was. Tall and lean with soft honey-blond hair, warm eyes, and striking features that photographers adored, he carried himself with the effortless confidence of someone who had spent years in front of cameras. Yet in the quiet of their apartment, he was simply the man making Audrey coffee.

He set a fresh, steaming mug down in front of her. He wore gray sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, casually reading a movie script resting on the marble counter.

”I am not frowning,” Audrey defended lightly. ”I am editing. There is a difference.”

”Your editing frown is very intimidating,” Alexander laughed. ”It is the exact same look you give me when I try to explain the offside rule.”

Audrey smiled and took a sip of the warm coffee.

Their worlds were completely different. He lived in a world of red carpets, bright camera flashes, and memorized dialogue. She lived in a world of muddy pitches, locker room interviews, and strict newspaper deadlines. But somehow, it worked perfectly. It was comfortable.

Alexander checked his silver watch. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

”I have a script reading downtown,” Alexander said. ”Dinner tonight?”

Audrey thought about her chaotic newspaper schedule.

”Yes,” Audrey nodded. ”Unless football ruins my schedule.”

Alexander grabbed his keys from the counter. He flashed her a brilliant, movie-star smile.

”Football always wins,” Alexander laughed.

The downtown office of the city’s largest sports daily was incredibly loud.

Phones were ringing. Keyboards were clacking. Audrey walked through the double glass doors, holding her fresh coffee.

Several junior reporters offered her a polite nod as she passed their desks. She had earned their absolute respect. She had broken three major national stories in the last year alone.

Audrey stopped by a small desk near the water cooler. A young, nervous-looking girl was aggressively staring at her computer screen.

”You are overthinking the intro, Sarah,” Audrey said gently.

The junior reporter jumped. ”Audrey! I just do not know how to start the article.”

Audrey smiled. She reached out and tapped the top of the girl’s screen. ”Start with the score. Tell the readers who won, and then tell them why it matters. Keep it simple. Cut the adjectives.”

Sarah let out a heavy breath of relief. ”Thank you. Seriously.”

Audrey gave her an encouraging nod and kept walking toward her own desk. She felt a brief, warm wave of gratitude for Mrs. Higgins. She finally understood what it felt like to guide someone else through the chaos.

Before Audrey could even sit down, a familiar voice called out.

”Conference room.”

Audrey turned around.

Ben stood there. He was an official senior editor now. He wore a sharp, tailored navy suit, but his tie was already slightly loosened. He still carried the exact same stressed, frantic energy he had in college, just packaged in much more expensive clothes.

Audrey sighed and dropped her bag onto her chair. ”That sounds expensive, Ben. What broke?”

”Nothing broke,” Ben said, adjusting his glasses. ”The Chief wants everyone in the main room. Now.”

The glass-walled conference room was completely packed.

The Editor-in-Chief stood at the head of the long wooden table. He held a thick, sealed manila folder. He looked incredibly serious.

”Quiet down,” the Chief ordered. The room instantly fell silent. ”I am going to keep this brief. The paper has officially secured the biggest sports exclusive of the entire year. We have full, unrestricted access to a massive corporate buyout.”

A wave of excited whispers immediately broke out across the table.

”Who is it?” a senior writer asked from the back. ”Is it a World Cup winner?”

”A Ballon d’Or winner?” another reporter guessed frantically.

”Is the billionaire ownership group finally selling the league?” Ben asked, leaning forward in his chair.

The Chief held up a hand. The room went dead silent again. He did not answer a single question.

”This is highly confidential,” the Chief stated firmly. ”Only one reporter is getting this assignment. The subject requested complete discretion until the contracts are finalized.”

He looked down the length of the long wooden table. His eyes completely bypassed the veteran writers. He looked directly at Audrey.

”Congratulations, Ellis,” the Chief said. ”The assignment is yours.”

Audrey blinked in absolute shock. The entire room erupted into loud applause.

She had just been handed the biggest story of the year, completely bypassing reporters who had been working at the paper for a decade.

Ben leaned over in his chair. He bumped his shoulder against hers and flashed a massive grin.

”Looks like you are buying lunch,” Ben teased.

Audrey rolled her eyes, but she could not hide the massive, proud smile forming on her face.

The Chief walked down the side of the table. He handed the thick, sealed folder directly to Audrey.

”Take this home,” the Chief instructed quietly. ”Read the terms. Do not open it in the bullpen. Your flight leaves on Monday.”

The city apartment was warm and loud that evening.

Audrey unlocked the front door and walked inside. The smell of garlic and fresh pasta immediately hit her.

Alexander was standing in the kitchen, laughing loudly. Chloe was sitting at the kitchen island, holding a glass of red wine. She had just finished her shift at the downtown economics firm.

”I am telling you,” Chloe said, pointing her wine glass at Alexander. ”If you wear the velvet suit to the premiere, you are going to look like a fancy couch.”

”The stylist said velvet is making a massive comeback!” Alexander argued playfully, stirring the pasta sauce.

Audrey dropped her keys into the bowl by the door.

”Chloe is right,” Audrey announced as she walked into the kitchen. ”Do not wear the velvet.”

Alexander smiled widely when he saw her. He walked over, wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her cheek. ”How was the newsroom? Did football ruin your schedule?”

”Actually,” Audrey smiled, setting her heavy work bag down on the counter. ”I got the biggest exclusive assignment of the year today.”

Chloe completely gasped. She set her wine glass down on the marble island. ”Audrey! That is amazing! We need to celebrate! Pop the champagne, Alex!”

”I am on it,” Alexander agreed immediately. He turned and walked toward the wine fridge.

Audrey looked at Chloe’s glass. ”Are you sure? You have to drive back to your place.”

”I am absolutely taking a cab tonight,” Chloe stated, waving her hand dismissively. ”We can celebrate my promotion. And we can celebrate the fact that you two are dangerously close to a wedding registry.”

Audrey felt her cheeks turn warm. ”Chloe, stop.”

”I am just saying!” Chloe laughed. ”You have the perfect job. You have the perfect guy. You have the perfect apartment. Your life is completely settled, Audrey. You literally won.”

Audrey looked at Alexander. He was smiling at her as he popped the cork on a green champagne bottle. She looked at Chloe, who was cheering loudly.

Chloe was completely right.

Audrey’s life was entirely settled. It was safe, it was successful, and it was beautiful. There were no massive hurricanes. There were no terrible surprises. She knew exactly what to expect from her future.

The apartment was totally quiet.

It was past midnight. Alexander was fast asleep in the bedroom down the hall, having completely exhausted himself with script memorization.

Audrey sat alone at the kitchen island. The only light in the room came from the small pendant lamp hanging directly above her.

She reached into her work bag and pulled out the thick, sealed manila folder the Chief had given her.

She carefully broke the paper seal.

She opened the folder. Inside was a thick stack of printed pages. She pulled them out and laid them flat on the marble counter.

Audrey started reading.

She flipped through the first few pages. It was heavy corporate information. It detailed a massive financial buyout of a major European sports franchise. She read through the legal terms, the expansion plans, and the billion-dollar broadcasting rights.

It was a huge deal. It was the kind of business move that completely altered the landscape of professional football.

Audrey flipped to the final page of the packet.

It was a photograph of the primary investor. The man who had orchestrated the entire hostile takeover.

Audrey looked down at the picture.

She stared.

Nothing happened. The apartment remained completely silent. The city traffic hummed quietly outside her dark window.

She looked at the photograph again.

He looked older. His jaw was sharper, completely cut from stone. The boyish arrogance was entirely gone, replaced by a cold, calculating, and ruthless power. He was wearing an incredibly expensive, tailored dark suit. But his intense, burning, dark eyes were exactly the same.

The perfectly safe, settled world Audrey had built for the last five years instantly shattered into a million tiny pieces.

The air finally vanished from her lungs. Her fingers went entirely numb. The thick financial packet slipped right out of her hands, scattering across the smooth marble counter.

She stared at the printed name perfectly typed beneath the photograph.

Mason Calloway.

It has been Seven years.