Working as a manager at one of the world’s most famous restaurants was not as terrifying as I had imagined. The moment Gavin declared me the manager of “Fusion”, the restaurant I was working at for a week, the first thought that came across my mind wasn’t something I could say out loud in front of the public, but it turned out I was more comfortable here than all the other jobs I had had before.I worked as a waitress during high school as a part-timer for five years before landing a job in the Astor Empire. Even after getting the secretary post, when I was short of money, I sometimes worked on weekends as a waitress for some extra money. I didn’t like that job, but somehow I didn’t hate it either. I enjoyed bringing food to the people who were waiting at their table and seeing those beautifully decorated dishes inspired me to cook some amazing dinners from time to time.But this time it was different. This was my first time giving orders, or you could say managing a busy area, so eve
The last time I talked to my little sister was a decade ago, right after she returned home after marrying my former best friend. I didn’t say a word to her or her new husband that night, as I was too angry to even look at her after what she did to me. At that moment, it felt like a betrayal, as if she had stabbed me with a blunt knife right in my heart again and again.Sarah was always like this. Most people would describe her as a selfish, spoiled brat, too busy in her own world to see her surroundings, but I knew my sister long enough from all these people to state she was a different sort of animal who happened to be in the golden cage, which didn’t go well with her nature.After her marriage, there was a simple distance between us that none of us created again. None of us tried to end it. It was there, and we went with it without saying or thinking about it. Every day, I thought about my sister. After a decade, perhaps there was a change in her rebellious manner, or she was still
These days, Gavin was behaving differently for some unknown reason. The friendship that we created over the month with lots of laughter and mutual understanding somehow disappeared after last night’s dinner. He suddenly walked out of our dinner, didn’t come to our bed to sleep, and got out of the house without saying anything. Also, not eating breakfast at home or with me was out of his daily routine.Over the month, we, husband and wife, came to an understanding about ourselves, whether it was about our personal life or professional life. We both somehow managed to have breakfast and dinner, even if we were under a pile of work. It didn’t matter to us; the pressure of work was a tiny part of our lives that we vowed not to let become our lives even if there were a thousand other things we needed to do. The respect that we had for one another might have been another reason why I enjoyed being with Gavin so much, so much that I missed him when he didn’t come to bed last night. I felt ba
Yesterday after lunch, I got a call. The number was unknown, so I avoided picking up the call the first two times it beeped on my phone, also because I was in a meeting with a client, which I thought was more important than that stupid call. Another reason was that I assumed it was Celine. My ex-girlfriend, who was going crazy over the fact that I dumped her, said it was better to dodge her, especially after the last conversation I had with her.I didn’t pay any attention to my phone for an hour and more, but when my phone didn’t stop and the meeting was over, I picked up the phone just to warn that phone of this newly crazy woman.“Will you stop this madness?” I yelled over the phone.“What madness?” a female voice asked.And the voice wasn’t Celine’s. I was with Celine for over a decade. There was no way I would not recognize her nasal voice this easily. The weak voice belonged to some older woman with whom I was familiar, yet not a single name or face came to my mind to identify th
The funeral that we arranged for Mrs. Kennedy had little attendance. I thought about talking to Lauren about her relatives and family friends, but she wasn’t saying anything. The day doctors informed us about the death of her mum, she stopped talking to me or anyone. Her friend Selena tried to talk to her, asked her so many questions, attempted to feed her food, and sought her attention by saying she was dating someone, but Lauren didn’t respond.Lauren would prefer to stay in our bedroom, sometimes laying on the bed, looking over the window, or just sitting in the corner of the room with the lights off. She wasn’t acting strange; instead, she stopped doing anything. Whenever I took a glance at her, it felt like there was nothing left in her as if it wasn’t her mum who left the world; it was her whose life halted all of a sudden.For the past two days, I had been working from home. I couldn’t trust Lauren to leave her alone all by herself, knowing she could do anything without realizi
If you asked me about yesterday or how I spent the entire twenty-four hours, it would be difficult for me to address that, as I barely stored the information in my head. I was able to pick out bits from here and there, but not the whole movie. One might weigh in that there wasn’t anything significant to recall; that was why I was like that; or another might assume that I was drunk, too drunk to retrieve my memory for the past 24 hours. Unfortunately, both of them were wrong.Neither was I drunk nor did the day negligible. After all, it was my mother’s memorial, the last day of her being with humans, which I forgot as soon as I opened my eyes to a new morning.I was present there, saw things happening, and also listened to people talking, however, that’s all I could recall no matter how much pressure I put on my head. I remembered being in a church with many people whom I recognized but still couldn’t figure out why they were all there. They expressed their sadness to me when they real
I was on my way to see the woman whom I was ready to strangle to death if I needed to.Everything had its limit, and if we tried to play with that, the blame was on us. No matter what the consequences were, we needed to face that without complaint. I assumed that was a basic unspoken rule that everyone in the world was aware of, but it turns out that my ex had nothing to do with it. The woman whom I knew almost all my life, who was my girlfriend for almost two decades was the one who didn’t have any knowledge of that, and for that, I was blaspheming myself.Celine was playing with fire. The fun part was that she knew that pretty well and still refused to back out of that. The route she tormented me was something only a child would do, but today what she did made me question her sanity.Was she even, in that sense, before doing something that she would never do even if she was full of three bottles of whiskey? The only thing I could make out about this entire situation was that someone
It was modest to add that I had been correct in my husband and Celine Alonso all along. They were indeed in a serious relationship for a long, long time and veiled it from the eyes of the world without a flaw. Their friendship was always talked of in the town however, no one seemed to notice the other coating on that friendship, which I deciphered after giving a glance at them laughing together.Yeah, yeah. I wasn’t a fortune teller or processed any supernatural power to divulge these sorts of hidden relationships between human beings. They gave me the clues to discover their relationship in the first place.It was last year when I joined Gavin at a charity where people donated money for unprivileged children’s futures and education. It was an interesting event, yet the most fun began after the arrival of Celine, who was accompanied by her father. As soon as Celine set her foot in the area, all the men were gazing at her like puppies who all desired her attention. They were trying to