Blackstone Code

Katherine was still in a daze after leaving the apartment with Lynch. She had originally planned to intern at a local media company in Kurland. One of her female classmates had parents working in middle management there.

Thanks to this well-connected friend, she could easily get an intern position. After three months and a good evaluation, she would return to the library to continue her studies.

That was the life Katherine had mapped out for herself: three months to secure a positive review, then the rest of the year to keep enriching herself.

She had never once considered the possibility of interning at the Presidential Office. God above—she hadn’t even dreamed of such a thing!

Looking at Lynch holding her hand, a wave of sadness suddenly welled up in her. The gap between them was growing so wide that she could barely see him anymore.

Three years ago, when they were still living in that shabby rental, their dreams had been simple: owning a place of their own, being able to raise kids, and having stable jobs for both of them.

And now? She was about to intern at the Presidential Office—with a recommendation letter personally written by Lynch.

Even though he was holding her hand, it felt oddly unreal to Katherine, as if she could drift away from him at any moment—or be left behind.

She tightened her grip on his hand, needing that physical contact to reassure herself that she wouldn’t get lost.