The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 409

Mia's POV

The coffee had gone cold two hours ago. I picked up the cup anyway.

Camille sat across from me at the conference table, her laptop open, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Waiting.

"The structural engineer confirmed the foundation work?" I asked.

"Tuesday. He'll be on-site at seven."

"And the permits?"

"Filed yesterday. Should clear by Friday."

I nodded. Made a note on the blueprint spread across the table.

The lines blurred.

Just slightly. Like someone had smudged them.

I blinked. Hard. Once. Twice.

The lines came back into focus.

My hand moved across the paper. The pencil felt wrong. Too light. Or maybe my hand was too heavy.

"Mia."

I looked up. Camille's face had that soft edge around it. That halo you get when you've been staring at blueprints too long and your eyes don't remember how to see regular things anymore.

I blinked again. The halo disappeared.

"What?" I asked.

She was watching me. "How many hours did you work yesterday?"

"I don't know. Normal amount."

"Mia, I saw your car in the parking lot when I left at eleven PM. And it was still there when I came in this morning at seven."

I looked back down at the blueprints. I didn't answer.

"You're seeing double."

My head snapped up. "I'm not—"

"I've been watching you for the last ten minutes. You keep blinking. Hard. Like you're trying to clear something from your vision."

Shit.

"I am okay, Camile." I said. The blueprints looked back at me. Clean lines. Precise measurements. Every wall where it should be. Every window placed for maximum light.

I erased a line. Redrew it half an inch to the left.

"The HVAC contractor needs an answer about the ductwork," Camille said. "Today."

"Tell him to go with the split system. More expensive but better airflow."

She typed. "Done. And the interior designer wants to know about finishes. She's asking for mood boards by Monday."

"I'll have them ready."

"Mia."

I looked up.

Camille's face was tight.

"What?"

"Nothing. I just—" She stopped. Started again. "I...You've been working like this for two weeks. Sixteen-hour days. Sometimes more. I'm just worried."

"I'm fine."

"Mia—"

"I'm fine." I looked at her. Met her eyes. "I just want this house gets finished on schedule."

She nodded. Didn't look convinced but didn't push.

Her fingers moved across the keyboard. Typing something. Probably notes about the contractors.

I watched her for a moment. "Camille."

She looked up.

"After this project wraps," I said. "Everyone gets two weeks off. Paid."

She blinked. "What?"

"Two weeks. Full pay. Everyone in the studio. Including you and me."

"Mia, that's—" She stopped. "That's a lot of money."

"I know."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." I leaned back in my chair. "Everyone's been working insane hours. You. The junior architects. Even the interns. We all need a break."

Her face did something. Softened. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet. You still have to send the email."

She smiled. Actually smiled. "I'll do it right now."

Her fingers moved across the keyboard. Fast. Efficient.

Then her laptop pinged.

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