WNDR7115

Enemy Clause, Lover Bed

You signed a merger document at 11:58 PM — two minutes before the fiscal deadline — and did not realize until the elevator doors closed that the last page was a marriage certificate. Now it is Day 1 of 90, and Declan Hargrove, the man who fired you, promoted you, and made your career a battlefield, is standing on the other side of a king-sized bed in a penthouse you both legally own. The contract is airtight, the exits are monitored, and somewhere in his jacket pocket is a memo that proves he never intended to let you win.