Phillip’s story
Her question came like thunder on a stormy day with the odds to hit only me. “Just great, Phillip, how will you get out of this?” I asked you to stop asking stupid questions and what do you do? That's what you're asking
- Well, when I came to the scene you were the only one in the car…
Half of the truth, I hope she believes me…
- I was unconscious…
- Yes, you were Miss Maya!
- And alone…
- I was there on time and took an enormous risk to get you out of the car. I knew that maybe by moving you I could do you harm, but I had no choice. The car was about to explode.
*** -Why is she not dead? Why is she still breathing? - I don’t know, really… - I am not paying you to find excuses! I need her out of the picture. Where is she now? - My last connection told me she is iAn the house of the great conductor, Phillip Smith. - Are you kidding me? - I wish I were… - Lord, that man is more guarded than the president himself. - I will try my best to find her, to lure her out somehow… - And how are you planning to do that? - Actually, Phillip Smith has no
Phillip’s story It was a dream come true going with Miss Maya shopping and then for a cup of coffee. She doesn’t know it yet about the coffee. I had many excuses to be alone with her, watching her do normal things, like brushing her long red hair or just staying with her at the table in the morning serving breakfast. Me, who quickly grabs something and storms out the door to the recording studio. Now I take my time to have a decent morning meal with her, the woman that changed my way of seeing simple things, even breakfast. Today is going to be a busy day. I don’t have other plans, so I will spend it all on her. I make my way to her room and knock slightly. A soft voice comes from inside. - Come in! - Miss Maya? - Yes… - Do you think you can be ready in fifteen minutes? - Of course. - One more thing… - Yes, please! - Are you afraid of speed? I could see her eyes going from surprise to wonder. She didn’t expect it because she did not know what to say. That was when it hit me.
Maya’s story His serious and harsh tone scared me a bit. What could we possibly need to talk about that it cannot wait? - I am all ears, Phillip! - Do you remember how you told me the other day about some woman, Sarah Johnson? - I do, she is my best friend, and you added she was the Marketing Director of my company. Am I mistaken? - No, you are not, at least regarding her job. - What do you mean by that? - Miss Maya, in the past you fired this woman from your company! - I did what? Everything was spinning. How was I capable to do this to my best friend? It j
Three months later The ball was postponed due to some organizational issues. It was better that way. My feet were more reliable right now. I made so much progress. I finished the physiotherapy a week ago. And also I got rid of the wheelchair. I wanted to do that for some time now. What can I say, this postponing of the charity event kind of ruined my plans of leaving? But at this time I find myself an apartment to live in and set up a fashion company. My memory was still a blur but it turned out that I had enough money to do all that. And of course, I did all this without Phillip knowing. As for my eyes, they were still broken. I haven’t regained completely my sight. I can distinguish shadows as I’ve done so far, but I can’t see faces and places. Even so, my plans still stand. Once the ball is over I will leave from Phillip’s life. - Miss Sinclair, the headquarters of your new company is quite near Mr. Smith’s place. Do you need to reconsider this? - No, I don’t Mr. Sm
Maya’s story This week had passed so quickly. My walking abilities have improved. I am so happy that I can finally walk without support. Well, not all the time anyway. It was also quite interesting. I got so close to Phillip Smith and I felt that he did too. I have reached the point where I can feel I can tell him everything. Today he invited Annabelle to help me get ready for the ball. He left early this morning to finish his last rehearsal and told me he should come to pick me up at 7 PM. - I can see you are nervous, Miss Maya! Am I right? - A little Annabelle. I have never been to such a formal gathering until now or at least I don’t remember. - Don’t you worry Phillip will be there with you - Are you going to come with us? - I am, but with my date. - You are bringing a date? It’s nice. - Well, he is not a date...date. He is more like a close friend. His name is Peter. - Phillip’s best friend? That Peter? - Do you kno
The story through Annabelle’s eyes - What a hell do you think you are doing, you moron? - What? And keep your voice down! - You were supposed to court her, not to expose yourself! - What do you mean by that Belle? - It is simple you dry had! How could you take for example the help that you give fashion designers? She is one of them. - I know that is why… - She cannot find out you know stuff about her. What I have told you, you have to use as a weapon to attract her, keep her away from my Phillip, not to make her questioning how can you possibly know all that? - I understand I did not realize I messed up. I am sorry. - This better be your last mistake! - Understood! - And stop coming so close to me we don’t want anyone to know we have a history. Now get back to the table and make yourself useful until I find the right moment to make her suffer and break her down permanently. Gain her trust so she can have suppo
Phillip’s story - - Where could she be Peter? I rushed into my empty house and maybe empty life as in from now. Everything hurts. Remembering her, the places where she had been, breathing her in every corner of this damn house which used to be hers too. The last thing I know of her was that she was running from the event with Alex after her. From that moment Alex is also nowhere to be seen and that is making me crazy, losing my mind. - - I don’t know Phillip! - - And that weasel of James is missing too… - - You don’t think that… - - I don’t know what am I thinking Peter. I just hope she is fine wherever she is. - - I am sure she is fine. But what the hell happened? - - That was what I about to ask you. Miss Maya found out about her sister. - - What?!? How do you know that? - - Oh, don’t tell me you have absolutely nothing to do with it! As I stepped closer to Peter, he took a step back, terror along with confusion mixed in hi
Maya’s story Morning came so quickly. The lovely sun was trying to break through the blinds. It was a new day and new things to worry about. I was in Alex’s house trying to figure out my life. It’s a good thing I have Gloria to help me and my new office to start what I was yearning for so long. I have planned this for some time but back then my only concern was to leave Phillp Smith and to see my business. No hard feelings. My office is so near to his studio, we would have visited each other. But now those feelings turned into something else, more painful. Now I have to deal also with my heart that feels betrayed, shuddered. And the proximity of our places of work might be a problem. But for now, I must concentrate on getting this business started and later see what I should do with my office. Maybe I will ask Gloria to lend me a room in her house. That could be a good idea. First I need some caffeine to get on my feet. That means going downstairs in the kitchen and to see also Alex.