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Julian Thorne [2:46 PM]A menace with impeccable taste. Now get back to work, Hayes.
He felt ridiculously, profoundly happy. This lightness, this joy—it was all because of Leo. He had breached the walls of Julian’s fortress, not with a battering ram, but by simply being himself, and had shown him that there was a world of color and warmth outside.
Later that day, standing on his balcony and tending to his bonsai trees, he thought about the future. For years, the future had been a series of project deadlines and five-year plans. It had been a logical, predictable trajectory.
Now, it felt different. It was an uncharted territory, a blank page. And for the first time, the uncertainty didn’t feel like a threat. It felt like an adventure. He thought about future weekends, about introducing Leo to his nephew, about seeing more of Leo’s hidden worlds. He felt a sense of excitement so pure and genuine it was almost overwhelming.
He finally understood. He had spent his entire life trying to eliminate all the chaotic variables. But he’d been wrong. Leo wasn’t a bug in his system.
He was the feature he’d been missing all along.
Chapter 22: The Gilded Cage
The past few weeks had been, without exaggeration, the best of Leo’s life. He was living in a state of suspended bliss, a golden, sun-drenched dream from which he never wanted to wake. His days were a perfect, exhilarating blend of creative, fulfilling work and the secret, stolen moments with Julian that felt more real than anything else.
They had fallen into a beautiful, easy rhythm. Their nights were spent tangled together in Julian’s quiet, perfect apartment or Leo’s chaotic, happy one. They learned each other’s habits, the cadence of their speech, the shape of their silences. Leo discovered that Julian had a surprisingly encyclopedic knowledge of bad nineties action movies, and Julian learned that Leo couldn't cook anything without setting off a smoke alarm but could paint a sunset from memory that would break your heart.
Leo was in love. Deeply, irrevocably, head-over-heels in love. The lie, the ever-present imposter in the back of his mind, had been relegated to a small, quiet corner. He told himself it was a temporary problem, a loose thread he would deal with… later. His probationary period was almost over. He’d finish the Northwind project, collect his final paycheck, and then, somehow, he would figure out a way to tell Julian the truthwithout shattering the beautiful world they had built.What’s the worst that could happen?he thought, a fleeting, foolish moment of optimism. He’d just find another job, and they could be together without the shadow of V&S between them. It was a flimsy, ridiculous plan, but in the warm glow of Julian’s affection, it felt almost plausible.
Today was the final presentation. The culmination of all their work. The Northwind clients were dialed in via video conference, their faces projected onto the large screen in the main conference room. The atmosphere was electric with a nervous, hopeful energy. Leo sat next to Julian, their knees brushing under the table, a small, secret point of contact that was a steadying anchor in the storm.
Julian, as always, was the picture of calm, collected authority, leading the presentation with his usual precision. But when it came to the creative sections, he would seamlessly pass the floor to Leo. And Leo, for the first time in his life, felt a surge of genuine, earned confidence. He wasn't bluffing anymore. He was talking about ideas he had nurtured, concepts he had built. He was, for all intents and purposes, the man he had pretended to be.
When they finished, there was a moment of silence from the client's end. It stretched for an eternity. Leo’s heart hammered against his ribs.
Then, Mr. Henderson, the CEO of Northwind and a man known for his stone-faced negotiating tactics, broke into a wide, beaming smile.
“Gentlemen,” he said, his voice booming with enthusiasm. “That was, without a doubt, the single most impressive presentation I have seen in my twenty years in this business. It’s not just a campaign; it’s a work of art.”
The V&S side of the room erupted. A wave of relief and triumph washed over them. There were whoops, applause, and a flurry of self-congratulatory back-patting. Julian’s hand found Leo’s under the table, his fingers giving his a firm, proud squeeze. Leo’s heart felt like it was going to burst.
“And I have to say,” Henderson continued, his eyes zeroing in on Leo’s face on the screen. “Mr. Hayes. Your vision, your creative direction… that was the key that unlocked this whole thing. You didn’t just understand our brand; you understood our soul. We are one hundred percent on board. Full funding approved.”
The celebration in the room kicked up another notch. People were shaking Leo’s hand, clapping him on the shoulder. He felt dizzy with it, a heady, intoxicating rush of validation. He had done it. He had actually, truly done it. He caught Julian’s eye across the room, and the look of pure, unadulterated pride on his face was a more potent reward than any client approval.
Sarah called for champagne, and the conference room quickly transformed from a corporate battleground to a party. The air filled with the pop of corks and the sound of laughter. Leo was the center of it all, the hero of the hour. Everyone wanted to congratulate him, to praise his genius. He just smiled and nodded, his mind a happy, buzzing hive.
“Leo, can I steal you for a moment?”
It was Sarah, her smile as bright as her fuchsia blazer. She led him away from the crowd to a quieter corner of the room.
“I just wanted to say, on behalf of the entire agency, thank you,” she said, her voice warm with genuine gratitude. “You were a risk, Leo. A wild card. And you were the best risk we’ve ever taken.”
“I was just happy to be a part of it,” Leo said, his cheeks aching from smiling.
“Well, we’d like you to be a part of it for a lot longer,” she said, her expression shifting from celebratory to serious. “We had a board meeting this morning. We’ve decided to make you an offer. We’re creating a new position for you: Senior Creative Strategist. It comes with a significant salary increase, full benefits, and a corner office with a view.”
The words hit Leo like a physical blow. The happy, buzzing hive in his mind went silent. The celebratory noise of the room seemed to fade into a distant, muffled roar.
A permanent position. A salary. A corner office.
It was everything he had ever dreamed of. It was security. It was success. It was proof, tangible proof, to his parents and to himself, that he wasn’t a failure.
It was a gilded cage, and the door had just slammed shut.
He could feel the blood draining from his face. A wave of nausea, cold and sharp, rolled through his stomach. He was no longer the hero of the hour; he was a con artist who had just been promoted to king.
“Leo?” Sarah’s voice was laced with concern. “Are you okay? You look a little pale. I know it’s a lot to take in.”
