Guess what Hazel? I have a better job for you.
I woke up and smiled at the voice of the lady that shouted that statement.
The last fifteen months of my life had been between France and Turkey, learning how to make the best jewelry designs in the highest level of it. Now my training was over and I was ready to put all of my practised skill to the test to impress the C.E.O of the best jewelry company in my city. I was told that the company could be very competitive because they always needed the best, highly skilled and qualified designers but whoever is recruited will forever earn from the company even after resignation or any other curt exit except for termination or disqualification.
Father threw me out of the house to get myself a better life and to stop my habitual theft... that was what my goals were after being thrown out. I wanted dad to be happy to see me again. I knew I had caused them so many pain and I wanted to put an end to it.
I had originally been planning to spend the first few weeks back in Scotland settling down and exploring familiar places but of course, not a place I would be recognized before trying to make contact with my friend who happened to be a sister of the company's manager but something very important came up few days ago stopping me.
I heard that the C.E.O of FRASER'S GEMONDS JEWELRY INC. prioritized quality over quantity and that company had put out a recruitment notice for a jeweller. Of course, I had signed up immediately. I had always dreamt of working for a company as big as this one.
I had a few things to do before leaving the apartment and I busied myself designing an amazing set of jewelry that I would be taking to the interview. I wanted to make the best jewelry designs that would attract not only my interviewer but the C.E.O himself and the board of directors.
Wait! What did this people I was talking about even look like? Especially the C.E.O? Although, I had been visualizing a 6'7 man with no beards and short black hair always on black suit, white shirt... It was just a rough imagination but I hoped he would be good. His attitude mattered.
My designation wasn't so simple, I spent lot of bucks making it. I made a diamond necklace, golden diadem, earrings, bracelets and diamond ring. All beautiful and set. This was actually what my team made for our last project while I was taking my trainings. It was my idea and it was the chosen Jewelry set to represent the institution in the world best jewelry designs. And guess what? We were ranked top three.
Making a similar design, adding more beauty and elegance to it should make them see the potentials in me. I was good for this job. I wasn't so confident but I hoped they chose me.
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Getting off the cab in front of the company, Hazel walked through the garage of the company with her heart throbbing faster and her palms sweating profusely. The company building was fancy building with glass walls, arched roofs with lots of chandeliers and washed stone floor. This said it all. It was perfect. She giggled as she headed towards the main building.
Gerald Fraser picked up his jacket and walked into the reception area. He nodded at the staff members he passed but didn't speak. He was known for that. He doesn't speak unnecessarily and he only speaks when pissed or over excited not before he experienced a heartbreak that shattered his heart completely. He was just healing after several months. He never shared the story of his heartbreak to anyone but everyone could feel it.
Only Arin, his personal assistant, who understood him and his signs did the speaking. Taking care of public relations and socializing for him. His mind followed a familiar pattern and he tried to pull himself out of the black mood that he could feel was coming.
At the reception desk was a young lady holding a box in her hand. Something about her back felt familiar and Gerald's mind was pulled out of its depressing spiral and his attention was completely focused on the young lady. All he could tell was that she was blond and judging by the box she had in hand and the visit to the reception desk, she had come from an interview.
The lady accepted the visitor's pass that had been handed over to the receptionist and turned around. Gerald saw her face and he scented trouble on the horizon.
The lady was extremely good looking and in a few minutes, she was going to be interviewing the jeweller candidates. The mysterious lady caught sight of him and smiled at him.
That was heart shifting. The smile actually made Gerald's heart skip a beat. All he could do was nod and carry on walking to the stairs. He settled himself in his office and looked over the CVs that were waiting on his desk. His P.A knocked on his door a moment later and came in after his permission.
"All the candidates are ready. Just let me know when you will like to send them into your office for the next procedure." She said, smiling.
"You know what? Send in the first candidate, if it flows well the way I wanted, I'll let you know." He told her, ignoring her seductive moves. Arin has been openly crushing on Gerald from day one but Gerald never paid attention to her. Not even once.
After the heartbreak that shattered Gerald completely, his mother thought he would need a companion whom he could share things with and she assigned Arin who is the daughter of her friend as his personal assistant. Gerald never needed a P.A, but his mother insisted and he wouldn't want to go against his mother so he accepted her. Arin had nothing to fear, she made it known to everyone that she loved Gerald yet, Gerald never let her come close but who gave up? Only a loser. And Arin wasn't ready to be a loser.
The first few candidates were passable with good qualifications and amazing jewelry designs but he still couldn't see any potentials. This had been going on for two months. The company needed competent and highly skilled jewelers but Gerald believed that none of the candidates that had been coming for interview were suitable enough. He had to stop being too picky and find someone today.
Fraser's Gemonds Jewelries Inc. had to move with time in order to stay in the market. He had come up with different business ideas that could actually help the company to gain new faces and also revitalize the company.
His idea was to open an all culture jewelry store. It would hit completely different market to their normal western jewelries that were sold in shops. Many people from different countries can patronize them for different cultural jewelries. He knew it wouldn't be as easy it sounded because they would need someone very skilled for something like this. Not just skilled but someone that could be trusted too. Someone that wouldn't expose their marketing plans.
Gerald just needed to keep the company thriving if he wanted the company to remain the best jewelry company in the city. He wanted to give it a new status. Best jewelry company in the country, then to best in the continent and then to the best in the world. That was definitely a bigger dream but he was ready to do everything to get there. He wanted to forget everything that had happen in the past and move on. He was ready to eliminate whatever was going to remind him of that dirty past.
"Next candidate please." He called out to avoid thinking about it too much.
The morning passed just like that and finally the last candidate on the list was brought in by Arin who still had the same look on her face.
It was the same lady she had seen earlier.
The lady stepped forward and sat down opposite to him after his permission. Gerald was able to analyse her appearance closely. She had a friendly open face accompanied by a charismatic set of hazel eyes and neatly combed blond curly hair. There was something familiar about this lady, he thought, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Anyways, he was supposed to be interviewing her for the jewelers job, not staring at her.
“Ms. Willoughby is the appellation." The lady introduced himself. "Actually, I have a few requested selection of cultural jewelries that's going to suit any neck that has it on. I heard that you have an assistant who is a lady, so I made an Asian cultural bracelet for her. And a ring, if you like one... I have many with me. The secretary can as well have a look for her choices too."
Hazel's bubbly character made Gerald's mouth twitch into a reluctant smile. He would really love new jewelries, especially cultural jewelries. Ms. Willoughby was attractive and caring. That made him smile again.
"Show me what you've got." He said gently. Hazel quickly opened her boxes and placed them in front of Gerald who was astonished at the sight of the designs in front of him.
"O.M.G isn't this the Uzbekistan kinda necklace? You really did this yourself?" Gerald couldn't hide his astonishment as he pulled out the necklace from the box, adoring its beauty.
"Yes. I made everything you find in the box. I actually designed the continental cultural jewelries. There is this particular turquoise trail too, you will love it. Just check everything." Hazel said, giggling excitedly. She was happy to see Gerald's reactions. Gerald continued to check out on after the other what were inside the boxes, admiring everything about it. When it seemed like Gerald was done checking all the items in the box, he steeled himself and looked up at the lady.
"Tell me about your favorite piece of jewelry and why it's your favorite. You must be very talented."
"My favorite piece of jewelry is a lovely ruby ring my aunt gave me for my birthday. It was my first piece of jewelry that I actually needed to care for, as it was a professional piece and more expensive than what I wore before that point. I researched how to care for it, and I learned so much about gemstones and jewelry. It really sparked my love of jewelry and makes me think of my aunt every time I wear it. Infact, that's one of the reasons I decided to choose this jewelry designing as my career. My curiosity lead to it all." She answered chuckling and even Gerald didn't know when he started chuckling together with her but the laughter was cut short by the abrupt entrance of Arin.
"She should be done with the interview by now. Why is it taking so long?" She asked as she approached the desk.
"I'll tell you everything about it later okay? I still have more questions to ask her, you can leave." Gerald said before diverting her attention to the lady again.
"Your designs are really good and I'll like to share it with the board of directors. You have a wide range knowledge of this jewelry designs, you should be suitable for this job.... A sec please." He paused and brought out his phone from his pocket. He took the first shot of the items then again, and then again. "Yes, done. I will send it to the board right away."
The interview followed a more predictable format after that point. Gerald was nothing short of impressed with Hazel's credentials and experience.
Then the time came to close the interview and Gerald made an impulsive decision. Hazel was everything he could want for the project and he had to grab hold of the opportunity while it was still there.
“You are really perfect for this project were about to start working on. Actually... we were going to recruit a teacher as well but I think you're perfect for both position. A designer and a tutor. Would you be willing to take on both roles?"
Hazel answered in a heartbeat. She couldn't believe she was about making it. Her dream was finally coming true.
"Of course, I am willing. I am ready to do anything for this company. It's always been my dream."
"Alright then. I'll speak to you again soon so we can discuss more on the arrangements and sets." He said formally.
"One more thing,.." He pulled out a sheet of paper and placed it in front of Hazel. "You should put your signature on that. Everyone wants you in our company. Once you sign this, you'll become a permanent staff member of this company."
Hazel pulled out her pen excitedly and drew her signature on the paper. She smiled and handed over the paper to the man. "I'll really appreciate this. I'll be so happy to work with you. Thank you." She said, smiling broadly.
"Nice meeting you... I am Gerald Fraser." He said, extending his arm for an handshake. Hazel shook him with a broad smile on her face. "I am Hazel Willoughby."
"Wait what!?" The two snapped at the same time releasing their hands immediately with their eyes widely opened.
"Are you the Hazel I know? You shouldn't be?" Gerald asked slowly, still unable to believe what just dawned on him. Hazel stood frozen, heart racing faster like someone who just ran a marathon.
After a one-hour recess, the doors of the courtroom swung open, and a solemn silence fell over the room. Mark Wilson, adorned in a disheveled suit, returned to his seat next to his defense attorney as he disgustingly glared at Gerald. The tension in the air was palpable as all eyes turned towards him. The judge, a stern figure draped in black robes, resumed his position on the elevated bench. He surveyed the room with an air of authority, his gaze landing on Mark Wilson. "Mr. Wilson, it is time for your final defense to present any evidence supporting your innocence," he declared, his voice resonating through the room. Mark Wilson's attorney, a middle-aged man with graying hair, rose from his seat, his expression anxious. He glanced towards Mark, his eyes filled with unease, and then nervously addressed the judge. "Your Honor, unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances and lack of conclusive evidence, we have no additional exhibits or witnesses to present. However,
Gerald closed the door behind him and leaned against it, feeling exhausted and drained. He had just spent hours at the police station with his lawyer, Mr. James, trying to prove that Mark was the one who had been blackmailing Hazel, his fiancee, for months. Gerald rubbed his eyes and sighed. He looked at his watch and saw that it was past midnight. He wondered if Hazel was still awake, waiting for him. He pushed himself away from the door and walked towards their bedroom, hoping to find her asleep in their bed. He reached the bedroom door and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake her up if she was sleeping. He stepped inside and saw her sitting on the bed, wearing a white nightgown that contrasted with her dark hair. She looked up at him with wide eyes that reflected the moonlight coming through the window. She smiled faintly and said in a soft voice: “Gerald… you’re back.” He smiled back at her and walked towards the bed, dropping his briefcase on the flo
The dimly lit police station was filled with an air of tension as Gerald stood beside his lawyer, Mr. James. They both shared a look of determination, while Mark looked nervously around. The room was cold, with gray walls and a flickering fluorescent light overhead, casting an eerie glow on the worn-out furniture. Officer Jacobs, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, entered the room. He had a no-nonsense demeanor that intimidated even the most composed individuals. He approached Mark, handcuffs in his hand. "Mark Wilson, if I get that right, you're under arrest for the alleged blackmail of Mr. Gerald Carrington Fraser's fiancée," Officer Jacobs declared, his voice firm. Mark's eyes widened with what seemed like disbelief. "What? No, Officer, you've got it all wrong. I would never do such a thing! I was in my room when these two men barged in. Firstly, I could have charged them for invasion of privacy, but I didn't. Now, they are accusing me of what? This is what we
Hazel looked at Gerald, her heart pounding as she wondered where to start the whole narration from. Obviously, she wasn't at fault because she didn't do anything but would Gerald believe that? He knew that she was obsessive, so if something like that happened, no one would want to doubt it. And here she was again, the fact that she hid it from everyone will make it seem as though she was trying to cover up for herself. "Why are you silent? Speak up! You need to say something." Gerald said, almost yelling. "I don't want to care what happened. Just tell me in details. Who is Mark and why is he blackmailing you? It is had simple as that." Hazel took a deep breath, and sat up for the sake of comfort. "Promise me you won't hurt me." "Does it matter? Just tell me what happened." "I really didn't do anything, I swear. I was being blackmailed falsely because I know the consequences of it getting out." Hazel said, her gaze apologetic as she spoke. "If you didn't do an
Hazel's eyes fluttered open blinking away the remnants of sleep. Her body felt heavy and tender each movement, a reminder of the accident that had landed her in the hospital. As she tried to adjust to the warm sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window the scent of something delicious wafted into her nostrils. Hazel turned her head and saw Gerald standing in the doorway a soft smile on his face. "Good morning my love. How are you feeling today?" Gerald asked his voice filled with genuine concern. Hazel mustered a weak smile and replied "I'm getting there slowly but surely. Thank you for taking care of me Gerald." Gerald crossed the room, his footsteps gentle on the hardwood floor. Pulling a chair beside the bed he sat down and took Hazel's hand in his own. "You don't need to thank me Hazel. Taking care of you is the least I can do after what happened l," he said his voice filled with determination. Hazel gazed into his eyes filled with gratitude and love.
The sun shone brightly through the hospital window, casting a warm glow on Hazel's face as she watched the door waiting eagerly for Gerald to arrive. It had been a difficult journey days spent in pain and uncertainty, but his visits were like beams of light in her darkest moments. He brought laughter love and a sense of normalcy to her life in the sterile hospital room. Gerald walked through the gleaming white corridors of the hospital his heart pounding with anticipation. He couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and excitement every time he came to visit Hazel. Her vibrant smile and infectious joy had always been a light in his life and he couldn't wait to see her again. As the door creaked open Hazel's heart skipped a beat. There stood Gerald tall and handsome a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hand. His hazel eyes sparkled with joy as he caught sight of her and a wide smile spread across his face. As he approached her, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Opening the