The Sky Remembered the Touch of Our Unfinished Goodbyes by Lysa Orion Rehn 57

Ridley’s POV 

I was reviewing the quarterly financials for Sterling Design’s European division when I heard the distinctive ping of Albert’s messenger app. Normally, I’d ignore it–few things warrant interrupting my morning analysis–but the subtle shift in Albert’s posture as he read the message caught my attention. 

“Something I should know about?” I asked without looking up from my tablet. 

“Sir, there’s… activity on the company forum you might want to see.” 

I raised an eyebrow. The company internal forum was hardly something that required my attention. “Unless it’s affecting our stock price, 

I’m not interested in office gossip.” 

“It involves Nest Design, sir. And Ms. Wright.” 

Cedar. My fingers tightened imperceptibly around my stylus. “Show me.” 

Albert hesitated before handing me his tablet. The forum page displayed a thread with an inflammatory headline: “Sterling Group 

Subsidiary GM Openly Keeping Mistress.” 

The post featured a photo of Thomas and Cedar in his office. The image itself was innocent enough–two professionals reviewing documents–but the angle and lighting deliberately suggested intimacy. I scrolled through the