ANMELDENLucien.The board meeting seemed more boring than usual. One thing occupied my mind, my conversation with Dominic.I checked my wristwatch for the umpteenth time, rows of people still waiting to present their own ideas on how to enlarge Cross Estates. A bald man in his late fifties, glasses sagging from his eyes kept stuttering during his presentation while my eyes were still fixated on him.''Cancel.''Just one word and the whole room fell silent. Everyone kept on shifting uncomfortably in their seats, eyes scanning their folders like they didn't have it memorised and ready to present.''Cancelled. This meeting is cancelled.'' I swirled the glass of red wine slowly, reading everyone's expression.''Go and find better researches or I find new people for the job.'' My tone was dead serious.I could fire them all and get new people in twenty four hours. People were always at the beeline, packed for interviews and job opportunities.I didn't wait for their usual apologies and promising t
Amelia.I woke up to the constant ringing of alarm somewhere beside me. It felt like I was in a completely different earth, my eyes refused to open.My body enjoyed the soft feel of whatever it was I was lying on. I wasn't used to this.Did I die and go to heaven? Did Auntie Rita finally kill me?My alarm wouldn't stop beeping though and my eyes fluttered open softly. I set an alarm at Uncle Mateo's house everyday so I would not end up being splashed cold water and have to mop my whole room before leaving for work.However, this was different. The light I saw almost blinded me, causing my eyes to close back. And when I opened it again, registering my surroundings, I slowly recalled all of it.Mr Cross. The contract. The wedding.My eyes snapped open immediately, a diamond ring sat heavy between my slender fingers.Lucien was nowhere in the room but his scent lingered. He was here.My eyes scanned the room, his tie from last night, cufflinks and wristwatch sat at the bed stand precisel
Lucien. The moment the door to the room clicked shut with its lock, I crossed the room and sat at the edge of the bed. Stephanie turned to face me, ''Who is she Lucien?'' Her voice was not loud but it held every warning and danger I needed to know. She was a mafia princess by blood, born into a home with guns and darker secret and I knew better than to tell her who Amelia was. ''She's a contract.'' I replied, loosening my cufflinks and dropping my tie on the bedside table. Stephanie let out a humourless laugh, one that clearly stated she needed more explanation. ''A contract?'' she repeated, stepping closer. ''You don't look at contracts like that.'' ''Who is she Lucien?'' she asked again. My jaw tightened barely before I released it. That was all the answer she needed. My silence proved something. And slowly, deliberately, she walked towards me, her heels clicking against the marble floor until she was one step away from me. ''Maybe you forgot who I really am.'' She murmu
Amelia.Dominic closed the door behind me with a soft thud and that was only when I released a loud exhale, one I didn't know I was holding.Coming here today was planned, but getting married was not.My eyes darted around, taking in the room I was brought in. My legs didn't move, I just stood there, my bag against my chest while I took in the environment. The room was bigger than Uncle Mateo's entire sitting room and maybe two rooms combined.The ceiling, the marble floors, the walls, the furnitures, they all screamed wealth silently while I just stood in the midst of it all. it was the kind of rooms I saw in the magazines Natalie used to leave on the couch. My heart was still beating softly, reminding me of the encounter I just had. I wondered where I got the courage to present my terms without fear or stuttering. And now, I was getting married.Married to a man I just met, someone I knew nothing about and someone who accepted a human in exchange for a bargain.A knock interrupted
Lucien. I was in the middle of a phone call when she walked in. I did not look up and that was intentional. I wanted to know the type of person she was. Some would fidget, some would clear their throats, some would keep switching from one foot to another, their eyes darting around, searching. That was the life of the middle class. I finished my call, set the phone face down and looked up. Our eyes met and the first sound that escaped me was a scoff. She was not what I expected. Mateo Alvarez was a man of poor decisions and I expected something like that. I expected someone dragged in here, eyes red from crying, dressed up desperately in whatever her uncle forced her, to look presentable. But what stood in the centre of my office instead was a girl clad in a faded pair of jeans and a plain white shirt, her hair tied in a messy bun. No single effort made or performance prepared. Just her. She was young, with hazel blue eyes warm in color as they moved around like someone try
Amelia. The bookstore always smelled like old papers and something close to peace, or rather freedom. It was the one place that felt like mine even though it was not. The store was someone else's, the books, the shelves and the paycheck at the end of the week was barely enough to call my own. But still, staying in the bookstore everyday made me forget for a little while that I had no problem waiting for me at home. Iris turned the key in the lock and rattled it once again to make sure it was properly held. ''Okay,'' she announced, smiling, dropping the keys into her bag with a satisfying clink. ''That is done. Another day of surviving minimum wage.'' She flipped her hair dramatically in a whim. I smiled, pulling my jacket to cover my arms due to the cold. Velmoor at this hour was cold air and distant traffic. ''You say that every night.'' She fell in step beside me, her black wavy hair swaying at her back. ''Because every night, it is true.'' She looped her arms into







