Novels by T. Ennin

Deborah’s POV I stood in the elevator clutching my bag with both hands, my reflection in the polished steel doors staring nervously back at me. This time, I wasn't late. This time, I got up before dawn, ironed my clothes probably like twenty times and did my make up for like an hour or so.I didn't overdo it.I don't want to look like a clown.However, I did it just perfectly.My jeans and tank top were replaced by a neat black pencil skirt and a creamy blouse. It hugged my body a little as I looked down muttering a little at the curves but it was fine. My hair was brushed smooth and pulled back just enough to look professional but not severe. My nerves did flutter, but beneath them was determination.This is my time.I won't mess it up.The elevator chimes and I stepped out into the sleek, glass paneled office floor. Most employees hadn't even come yet. The staff that was already here were just the cleaners.I slowly make way to my office while greeting a few of the ladies that I me

Lucas's POVI sat at the head of the long mahogany conference table, the glass walls of the boardroom framing the city skyline. A dozen sharp suited executive of the board watched me with guarded expression, their laptops were open and documents spread before them.On the far side of the table, Mr. Collins, a silver haired investor with a reputation for being as cutthroat as he was wealthy, leaned forward, drumming his fingers impatiently. The deal on the table was worth nearly two hundred million dollars, a simple merger that could help even the books for an expansion into international shipping. It should have been simple. I had done these deals all the time, but as Collins fired off numbers, dates and contract clauses, I realized with a sinking stomach that I was missing critical briefing notes.Normally, my secretary would have the summary packet placed right in front of me, bullet point, highlighted every figure and made sure it was double-checked. But instead I was flipping thr

Deborah's POVThe hunt for a new job started as soon as I left the bar. As time went on, the city felt heavier like every building loomed over me with judgement. My resume was tucked under one arm and my heels clicked against the pavement. I was exhausted already. I had been turned away from three places already each rejection craving deeper into my chest.I was in the lobby of another office, my smile was a lot thinner but it was determined. I soothed my blouse(I had to go and change of course) and approached the receptionist.“Hi, I am here for the new job.”“Ok, welcome, please wait a second he will be with you shortly.”She was so nice but what made me frown was he.Maybe this time it will be different. I was ushered into the manager’s office, where he was already behind his desk, with his sharp suit polished shoe but his eyes lingered on me a bit too much. I sat straight answering every question he asked me with confidence because at this point, I am an expert. I clinged to the h

Deborah's POVYou'll miss the sun when it starts to snow. We all know that saying, but some of us don't fully understand it. It needs to be experienced first. Imagine the last thing you told your parents were… Fuck off. I cringe as I remember those words falling out my mouth. I wish I could tell them that I didn't mean it. I wish they were still here to see how sorry I am.I stood frozen before the headstones my breath fogging in the cold air. I slowly sank to my knees and my hands trembled as they brushed dirt and fallen leaves from the graveyard names, my heart clenched at the sight of them. It was like a final glance, an unforgiving one.A sob clawed it's way up my throat and I pressed my forehead to the cement stone and whispered, “Mama… Papa…” My voice cracked. It was fragile and uneven. “I am so sorry.”Tears slipped freely now dripping into the stone as if I could bring them back with the salt of my sorrows. “I am sorry… I shouldn't have left, leaving was the greatest mistake