My Brother Is Your Biggest Client

I let out a jagged, cold laugh, my eyes darting between the two of them.

Three years. Three years of my life poured into this project. Countless nights fueled by lukewarm espresso and the frantic clicking of a mouse, rewriting proposals until my vision blurred. It was a ten-million-dollar deal, the kind that defines a career, and the signing was scheduled for tomorrow.

But my boyfriend, Bradley, was currently bruising my wrist with his grip, his face twisted in a patronizing scowl. He was telling me to hand the entire account over to Briannaan intern who had started exactly eight weeks ago.

She needs the opportunity to grow, he lectured, his voice tight with that 'managerial' authority he loved to weaponize. Youre already established, Cassidy. Youre strong. Youll have a dozen more projects like this. Why are you being so territorial?

Beside him, Briannas eyes instantly welled up. She reached out with a trembling hand, barely grazing the sleeve of his blazer. Brad, forget it. Please. I dont want to be the reason Ms. Moore gets angry with you.

See? Look how professional she is! Bradley snapped his hand away from mine and turned his glare back to me. Its just one project. What happened to being a team player? God, I didn't realize you were this petty.

He had no idea. He didn't know that the clientthe CEO of the Moore Holdingshad already made it crystal clear: he wouldn't sign with anyone but me.

The irony was almost delicious.

Lets get one thing straight, Bradley. This deal? The CEO of the Moore Holdings? He told me personallyin no uncertain termsthat he is only signing if I am the lead.

The words hit him like a physical blow. Bradleys face shifted through a frantic gallery of expressions. He clearly hadn't expected me to have that kind of leverage.

Briannas face went paper-white. She twisted the hem of her cardigan, looking small and defeated. Ms. Moore, Im so sorry. I I didnt know

She looked like the victim of a workplace bully, and I was the villain. Outside the glass walls of the office, I could see the rest of the team slowing down, their heads tilting as they tried to catch the drama.

Bradley, humiliated in front of his subordinates, finally snapped.

Cassidy! he barked, his finger nearly poking my nose. Watch your tone. You think just because a client likes you, you can talk to me like this? I am your superior!

Don't forget, this firm built you over the last three years! Now Im asking you to mentor a junior, to pay it forward, and youre acting like a selfish child. You have zero vision for the bigger picture!

He wasn't just talking to me anymore; he was performing for the office. I could feel the whispers of my colleagues like needles against my skin.

I was shaking, my blood humming with a mixture of rage and disbelief. I had literally worked myself into a hospital bed for this project six months ago. I had lived on four hours of sleep for thirty days straight. He had seen it all. He had held my hand while I threw up from stress-induced migraines.

And now, for a girl who barely knew how to format a spreadsheet, he was calling my hard work selfishness.

Brad, please, dont be mad. Its my fault, Brianna sobbed, her voice a theatrical trill as she clutched his arm. I shouldnt have been so ambitious. Dont let Ms. Moore be upset

She was crying into his shoulder, but over the curve of his arm, she shot me a look. It was quicka sharp, predatory glint of triumph.

In that second, I saw the truth. This wasn't about the project. This was a coup.

Bradley looked down at the sobbing girl in his arms, his chest puffing out with a protectors instinct. He looked at me with pure, unadulterated coldness.

Cassidy, youre clearly burnt out. Your emotions are all over the place. Youre off the account. As of this second, Brianna is the lead.

I couldn't believe my ears. On what grounds?

On the grounds that I am the Head of Operations! he roared. Youre off the team. Go home.

Have you lost your mind, Bradley?

I stared at him, watching the man I thought I loved turn into a stranger. He was willing to incinerate three years of my work for a girl hed known for two months.

Bradley flinched slightly at the intensity in my eyes, but he quickly masked it with a sneer. This is a corporate decision. Fall in line.

He turned, leading a sniffling Brianna away.

The office was a hive of judgment now.

Shes so dramatic, I heard someone whisper. Its just an intern. Why is she being such a gatekeeper?

Seriously. Shes been here too long. Power has gone to her head.

My chest felt tight, a dull ache blooming behind my ribs. I stood up and headed for the breakroom, needing air, needing to splash cold water on my face.

I was gone for less than two minutes. When I walked back to my desk, my heart stopped. Brianna was sitting in my chair, her fingers flying across my keyboard.

What the hell are you doing!

I lunged forward, shoving her hands away from the keys. The screen showed my private directory. She was mid-transfer, copying the final, encrypted project files to a thumb drive.

I I wasnt

Caught red-handed, she scrambled to her feet, her eyes darting around like a trapped animal. I just wanted to study your work, Ms. Moore. To learn from the best

Study? By stealing the entire source code? I let out a jagged laugh and grabbed her by the wrist. Were going to the Directors office. Right now. I want to see if the firms policy on intellectual property theft applies to interns.

Brianna went pale, struggling against my grip. No! Brad told me to! He said he said you werent the lead anymore and that the files belonged to the team now!

At that moment, Bradley charged out of his office.

Cassidy! Let her go!

He didn't hesitate. He shoved me aside with enough force that I stumbled, stepping in front of Brianna like a human shield.

I hit the edge of a desk, a sharp pain lancing through my hip. I looked at him, and for a second, a memory flickeredlast years Christmas party. A drunk associate had tried to get handsy with me, and Bradley had nearly broken the guys nose.

Nobody touches my girl, hed whispered into my hair that night. Ive got you.

The memory shattered.

You told her to steal my work, Bradley?

He frowned, his face a mask of impatient annoyance. Steal? Its company property, Cassidy. Youve been removed from the project. The files need to be handed over. Its standard procedure.

He reached for my laptop. I pulled it to my chest, hugging it tight. I built this. This is mine. Nobody touches this without my authorization.

Cassidy! Bradleys patience evaporated. He grabbed my upper arms, his eyes flashing a dangerous red. Are you really going to throw away three years of us for a project? Is this deal worth more than our relationship? Give me the password!

Our relationship? I looked at him, the irony thick enough to choke on. The second you tried to hand my lifes work to her, there was no 'us' left.

Enraged, he gave a violent heave. He shoved me back toward the cubicle partition. I wasn't braced for it. My shoulder slammed into the metal frame, and a hot, searing pain flared down my arm.

He used to worry if I even sighed in my sleep, afraid I was having a nightmare. Now, he was treating me with a brutality he wouldnt show a stranger.

My heart didn't just break; it died.

He grabbed my laptop from the desk, looking down at me with cold, dead eyes. Ill have IT crack the password. And dont bother trying to log in. Im revoking your server access immediately.

Thirty minutes later, the chime of a company-wide email echoed through the office.

RE: LEADERSHIP CHANGE - MOORE HOLDINGS STRATEGIC PARTNERSHIP Brianna Miller is hereby appointed as Project Lead. Cassidy Moore has been reassigned effective immediately

There it was. In black and white. Bradley had burned the bridge and salted the earth. He hadn't just stolen the laptop; he had used his credentials to erase my existence from the project.

I sat at my desk, feeling the warmth leave my body.

A few minutes later, Bradley walked over and tapped on my desk with a stack of papers. Sign this.

His voice was flat, as if we hadn't just had a physical altercation. As if he hadn't just destroyed me.

I glanced at the header: Project Transition Agreement.

The clauses were predatory. It required me to hand over all client contacts, personal notes, and core strategies to Brianna. It even included a "voluntary" waiver of all bonuses and credits associated with the deal.

I laughed. It was a dry, hollow sound. This is a robbery, Bradley.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a faux-gentle tone. Babe, Im doing this for you. Youve been under too much pressure. Youre starting to get paranoid. Sign this, take a few weeks of PTO, and lets put this behind us.

By behind us, you mean into Briannas portfolio, right?

I didn't blink. I took the agreement and ripped it in half. Then I ripped it again.

You!

The mask of the 'concerned boyfriend' slipped, revealing the ugly, power-hungry man beneath.

You want my signature? Keep dreaming. I tossed the confetti into my trash bin. Youre going to regret this, Bradley.

He stormed off, fuming.

I thought that would be the end of it for the day. But an hour later, my phone exploded. It was Mr. Whittaker, the Managing Director.

Cassidy! What the hell is going on? he screamed into the phone. I just got off with the Moore Holdings! They said the proposal we sent over an hour ago was a disasterfull of holes, amateurish, and missing the core financial projections! The CEO is furious. Hes threatening to pull the entire contract! Youve been on this for three yearshow could you fup the finish line like this?

I didn't even have to ask.

Brianna had taken my unfinished draftthe one I used for brainstormingand sent it to the client, desperate to prove she was already "running" things.

Mr. Whittaker, I didnt submit that proposal. Brianna did

I dont care who did it! he roared.

The Moore CEO only talks to you! This is your mess now. Fix it, or don't bother coming in tomorrow. Youre on the verge of costing this firm eight figures!

The line went dead.

I was shaking, my vision blurring. Brianna, that idiot she didn't just want the credit; she was so arrogant she thought she could handle the execution without me.

But I wasn't going to let three years of my life go up in flames because of her incompetence.

I had a backup. I always had a backup. The final, polished, ready-to-sign version was on an encrypted USB drive I kept on my keychain.

I pulled the drive out and plugged it into my personal tablet, ready to email the CEO directly and explain the "technical glitch."

But as I reached for my phone, Bradley and Brianna blocked the exit to my cubicle.

What are you doing, Cassidy?

Bradleys eyes were like a hawks, locked onto the USB drive in my hand.

Brianna saw it too. She shrieked, Brad! She has a backup! The final version is on that drive!

Bradleys face darkened instantly. He stepped into my space, hand outstretched. Give it to me.

Never.

I gripped the drive and tried to bolt past him. We were in a professional office; I honestly thought he wouldn't do anything crazy.

I was wrong.

Bradley reached out and grabbed me by the back of my hair, yanking me backward.

A scream tore from my throat as I lost my balance. I went down hard, my temple slamming against the sharp corner of the mahogany desk.

Everything went black for a second. My ears began to ringa high-pitched, lonely sound.

Oh my god!

Briannas cry was fake, theatrical. She didn't check on me. Instead, she knelt down and snatched the USB drive from my limp fingers.

Brad, I got it!

I tried to push myself up, but the world was spinning. The floor felt like it was tilting at a forty-five-degree angle.

Bradley looked down at me. There was no pity. No "babe, are you okay?" Just a cold, calculating stare. He took the drive from Brianna, took her hand, and walked out of the suite.

As he left, he reached for the heavy glass door of my private office area and turned the manual deadbolt from the outside.

Bradley! Open the door!

I crawled toward the glass, pounding on it with what little strength I had left.

Then, it hit me. A sudden, violent heart palpitation. My chest felt like it was being crushed by a hydraulic press. I couldn't catch my breath. The air in the room felt like it had been sucked out.

My hands and feet began to tingle, then go numb.

Six months ago, I had collapsed in this very office from a similar attack. Acute Stress Disorder, the doctors had said. Your body is sounding the alarm, Cassidy. You need to stop.

Bradley had stayed by my bed all night then. His eyes had been red from crying. Cass, Im so sorry. I let you push yourself too hard. Ill take care of you. I wont let you get like this again. If anything happened to you, Id lose my mind.

The memory was a sick joke.

I was sliding down the glass door, my lungs burning. I tapped on the glass feebly. Help please

Outside, I heard Briannas muffled, malicious laugh.

Stop acting, Cassidy, she sneered.

Bradleys voice followed, colder than ice. Give us the password to the encryption, and well let you out.

The password

I couldn't even form the words. I was gasping, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

The world was fading into a grey haze. Through the glass, I saw their silhouettes.

Brad look at her is she actually sick?

Bradleys voice held a flickerjust a tiny flickerof hesitation. He was looking through the gap in the door.

I tried to reach for him. I wanted to tell him I was dying. But my body betrayed me, slipping into a series of involuntary tremors.

Her face is turning purple

I thought he would unlock it. I really did. But then Brianna spoke, her voice dripping with venom.

Brad, dont fall for it! Shes a professional actress. Shes just trying to get you to open the door so she can run to the CEO and complain. If we go soft now, we lose everything.

If she were really hurt, shed be screaming for help, not just lying there.

Lets go. Let her cool off in there. Once she realizes nobody is coming to save her, shell be begging to give us the password.

I watched Bradley nod. It was a slow, deliberate movement.

They turned their backs on me. They walked away without looking back.

The last ember of hope in my heart went out. He actually believed I was faking. The man who promised to protect me was leaving me to suffocate in a locked room for the sake of a promotion.

Despair washed over me, heavier than the physical pain. My strength was gone.

Just as my consciousness began to slip into the void, a thunderous CRACK echoed through the suite. The glass door didn't just open; it was practically kicked off its hinges.

A figure, wreathed in fury, stood in the doorway.