Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint 140 Summary
In “Waves Carry Lost Memories,” the story unfolds through Elle West’s perspective as she navigates a tense corporate environment filled with emotional undercurrents. As Elle introduces herself to a group of colleagues, she feels a mix of anxiety and excitement, bolstered by the reassuring presence of Brad, her partner. His pride and protectiveness towards her heighten her confidence, contrasting sharply with Mira, the new Market Manager, whose jealousy and discomfort are palpable. Mira’s struggle to maintain her composure hints at deeper insecurities, particularly regarding Elle’s position and relationship with Brad.
As the meeting progresses, the dynamics shift dramatically. Brad introduces Sophia Luke, a pure-blood werewolf, who seems to revel in Mira’s unease. The tension escalates when Mira attempts to undermine Elle during the meeting, but Brad stands up for her, showcasing his support. This moment of solidarity not only strengthens Elle’s position but also reveals the underlying power struggles at play. The atmosphere shifts from one of professional rivalry to personal conflict as Mira’s vulnerability begins to surface.
After the meeting, Mira seeks a private conversation with Elle, her facade crumbling as she breaks down in tears. She confesses her lingering feelings for Brad and pleads for him to return to her, claiming that he only feels responsible for Elle because of her pregnancy. This revelation is a pivotal moment in the narrative, as it forces Elle to confront the emotional manipulation that Mira employs. Despite Mira’s emotional appeal, Elle remains resolute, reflecting on her connection with Brad and the sincerity of their relationship.
The chapter encapsulates themes of rivalry, jealousy, and the complexities of love and loyalty. Elle’s journey is marked by her growing confidence and the realization of her worth, not just as Brad’s partner but as an individual in her own right. The emotional stakes are high, and as Mira’s true intentions are laid bare, Elle must navigate this treacherous landscape with grace and strength. The story leaves readers anticipating how these relationships will evolve amidst the turbulence of personal and professional challenges.
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**Waves Carry Lost Memories by Niro Dane Flint**
**Elle’s POV**
“Hello everyone, I’m Elle West,” I announced, forcing myself to sound confident even as a swarm of butterflies danced in my stomach, fluttering wildly at the prospect of being in the spotlight.
“Good morning, Mrs. Rayne!” they replied in a harmonious chorus, their voices echoing through the room like a well-rehearsed symphony.
I felt Brad’s hand tighten on my back, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes. When I turned to him, I found satisfaction gleaming in his eyes, a mixture of pride and protectiveness that made my heart flutter. He looked as if he were basking in the moment, reveling in the success of our partnership.
My gaze wandered across the room and landed on Mira, who stood with a cluster of marketing staff. I couldn’t help but notice how her hands were clenched into tight fists, her knuckles turning a ghostly white. Even from this distance, I could see the storm of pain and jealousy brewing on her face, a stark contrast to the polished smiles around her.
“Elle,” Brad said, pulling my attention back to him, “I want you to meet Sophia Luke from our alliance, Frostclaw Pack.”
As he spoke, Sophia stepped forward, exuding a graceful confidence that seemed inherent to her lineage as a pure-blood werewolf. The way her silver hair shimmered in the light as she extended her hand was mesmerizing.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in a professional setting, Elle,” she said, her warm smile reaching her eyes, making the moment feel genuine.
“And this is Mira Collins, our new Market Manager,” Brad continued, his voice taking on a noticeably cooler tone as he introduced her.
Mira approached, but the usual elegance that accompanied her presence seemed to have evaporated. She looked pale, and the smile on her lips appeared forced, as if she were trying to mask her true feelings.
“Hello, Elle,” she managed to say, but I could hear the tension lacing her voice, the strain evident in her attempt to sound cordial.
Sophia, meanwhile, seemed to take delight in Mira’s discomfort. I caught a glimpse of the smirk she struggled to suppress, an expression that hinted at her enjoyment of the situation.
Mira looked as if she were teetering on the edge of composure, her proud werewolf facade beginning to crack. It was clear she was grappling with the reality of a human standing in a position she believed was rightfully hers.
After the introductions, Brad led me to his office, with Sophia trailing closely behind.
“Sophia,” Brad said, settling into his chair behind the desk, “Lester left you here to assist me, and honestly, I don’t have many demands. Just keep an eye on Elle for me, and that’s all I need.”
A warmth spread through my chest at his words. Even in this professional setting, his protective instincts shone through, making me feel cherished.
Sophia chuckled softly, crossing her legs with an elegant poise. “Don’t worry, Brad. I’ve got it all under control. No one will lay a finger on Elle while I’m here.”
At exactly ten o’clock, Raymond Carter and Abigail Carter arrived with their team, and the atmosphere in the room crackled with nervous energy.
I guided my assistant team to our designated corner, laptops open and ready for action.
The meeting kicked off almost immediately, the discussions igniting like a wildfire. My fingers raced across the keyboard, striving to keep pace with their rapid-fire exchanges. The intensity of the dialogue was brutal; I could feel the strain in my hands, the threat of cramping looming with every keystroke.
About an hour in, I paused for a brief moment to stretch my cramping hand, instinctively placing my other hand on my belly, a small gesture meant to ease the discomfort of sitting for so long.
The effect was instantaneous.
Both Brad and Raymond halted mid-sentence, their gazes snapping to me. I could see Brad’s protective instincts kick in, his eyes scanning my face for any hint of distress.
From the corner of the room, Sophia, who had been observing the proceedings, quickly appeared by my side, sliding a cushion behind my back without uttering a single word.
“Two of the most brilliant negotiators I know,” I said with a smile, glancing between Brad and Raymond, “and I bet you’ve both talked enough to be parched. Alex, could you brew some of that tea I brought for them?”
Before Alex could respond, Mira interjected from her seat. “Elle, we’re in a company meeting right now, not at home.”
Her tone was sharp, a calculated attempt to put me in my place in front of everyone. The implication was clear—I was overstepping my boundaries by attempting to insert myself into their business matters.
I turned to face her directly, my voice steady yet firm. “As Brad’s Assistant Team Lead, don’t I have the authority to suggest he take a break? Or as Raymond’s friend, don’t I have the right to offer him some tea?”
Abigail Carter laughed from across the table. “Actually, I’m getting pretty thirsty myself. Could I get some of that tea too, Elle?”
Brad stood up, and an immediate hush fell over the room. “Elle’s right. Just because this is a company meeting doesn’t mean we abandon basic courtesy.” He glanced at Raymond with a slight smile. “What do you say we break for lunch and continue this in the afternoon?”
Raymond nodded, his eyes sparkling with amusement as they landed on me. “Sounds perfect.”
As people began to file out of the conference room, I noticed Mira approaching. Her expression had morphed into something that appeared vulnerable and hurt, but there was an underlying edge that put me on high alert.
“Elle,” she said, biting her lip as if wrestling with some inner turmoil, “could I speak to you alone for a moment?”
She was still doing that thing where she made herself appear small and pitiful, but there was an undeniable threat lurking beneath her werewolf presence, even when she attempted to seem harmless.
Sophia stepped closer, clearly sensing something unsettling in the air. “Actually, Elle, we should probably—”
“It’s okay,” I interrupted, even though a part of me was screaming that it wasn’t. I thought about office politics and how it would look if people believed I was using my position to bully someone who had once been involved with Brad. “Sophia, you can wait outside. I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes.”
Sophia’s expression conveyed her disapproval, but she nodded. “I’ll be right outside the door.”
Once the room was cleared, leaving just Mira and me, her entire demeanor shifted. Tears sprang forth immediately—not subtle sniffles, but full-on sobbing that seemed to shake her entire frame.
I had to admit, her acting skills were impressive. If I didn’t know better, I might have actually felt a twinge of sympathy for her.
“Elle,” she gasped between sobs, grasping my hand before I could pull away, “I’m so sorry. I know this is terrible of me to say, but I can’t hold it back any longer!”
I extracted my hand and took a cautious step back, putting some much-needed distance between us. “What exactly are you trying to tell me, Mira?”
“Please,” she implored, tears streaming down her face, “I’m begging you. Let me have Brad back. I love him so much, and I can’t live without him!”
And there it was—the truth laid bare.
“You don’t understand what we had together,” she continued, her voice breaking with emotion. “He waited for me for six years. Six years, Elle! He told me he loved me when I was only sixteen, but he waited until I was of age to be with me.”
“He only told me we could just be friends because of you—because you’re carrying his child and he feels responsible. But he told me that you being his mate is just biology, just duty. He said his heart has always belonged to me.”
I watched her performance unfold with a strange sense of detachment.
After yesterday—after Brad’s heartfelt confession that he was falling for me, after the way he had held me so tenderly this morning—Mira’s words felt like venom, designed solely to inflict pain.
Conclusion
In the wake of Mira’s emotional outburst, a profound sense of clarity washed over me. Her desperate pleas echoed in the empty room, but they felt hollow against the weight of my own truth. I had fought hard for my place at this table, not just as Brad’s assistant but as a partner, a mother-to-be, and a woman who had finally begun to embrace her own worth. The memories of our shared moments—the laughter, the tender glances, the way he held me close—flooded my mind, drowning out Mira’s accusations. I realized that love was not merely a matter of history or obligation; it was built on trust, respect, and the unwavering choice to stand by one another through the storms of life.
As I stepped back from the confrontation, I felt an unexpected surge of empowerment. The weight of Mira’s words no longer held sway over me; instead, I found strength in the bond I shared with Brad, a connection that transcended the past. I understood now that my journey was not defined by the shadows of others but by the light I chose to shine for myself and my child. With a steady resolve, I faced Mira, my voice firm yet compassionate. “Love is a choice, Mira. And Brad has chosen me.” As I walked out of that room, I felt the tides of uncertainty recede, leaving behind a shore of newfound confidence and the promise of a future built on love, not fear.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the next chapter of *Waves Carry Lost Memories*, the tension between Elle and Mira is set to escalate, promising an emotional rollercoaster that will leave readers on the edge of their seats. With Mira’s heartfelt confession hanging in the air, Elle must navigate the treacherous waters of jealousy and betrayal, all while trying to maintain her newfound confidence in the workplace. Will she confront Mira head-on, or will she choose to protect her own heart and the budding relationship with Brad? The stakes are higher than ever as Mira’s vulnerability may mask a deeper, more dangerous agenda that could threaten Elle’s position and her relationship with Brad.
As the chapter unfolds, expect Elle to grapple with her feelings not only for Brad but also for the complicated dynamics of their professional environment. With Sophia watching closely, the looming question remains: can Elle trust her allies, or is there a hidden agenda lurking beneath the surface? The office politics will intensify, and every interaction will be fraught with unspoken tension. Readers can anticipate unexpected alliances and confrontations, as well as revelations that could change everything Elle thought she knew about love, loyalty, and the true nature of her connection with Brad. The stage is set for a clash that could either solidify Elle’s place in this new world or unravel everything she has worked so hard to build.
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