No answer.She knocked again, this time a little firmer. Still nothing.But then... she heard low voices. Laughter too.Her heart raced. Wait, was that a woman?The thought that a woman was in there with Bryce ridiculously hit her like a splash of ice water.She hadn't meant to, though. She didn't come here to check who was in his office. But her mind was already racing. What if it wasn't just any random woman? What if she was interrupting something?Kimberly took a step back, clutching the folder against her chest like it might keep her heart from thudding.The door then suddenly opened with just a crack, her heading quickly snapping towards it."Oh, hey, Kimberly!" It was Caleb, one of the senior assistants. The same one who'd helped Emilio and his crew set the lights earlier.He gave a polite smile as he stepped out fully, with a folder in his hand. "Just dropped off the final campaign specs for tomorrow."Kimberly blinked. "Right. Yeah. Of course."As soon as Caleb closed the do
The next day at work, Kimberly stood in front of the mirror in the changing room, her heart thudding as she adjusted the soft gold robe the stylist had handed her. It was her Versette shoot day. Her hair had been curled into lush waves, makeup perfected to a gleam. Glowing skin, bold eyes, lips tinted into shade called Velvet Sin. The studio floor smelled like fresh paint, roses and expensive tension. The kind of scent that said this is it, this is the moment. Oddly, it didn’t make her anxious. It made her feel powerful. The shoot's theme? Allure, mystery and power. And her role? The face of Versette of course, a perfume that promised danger disguised as seduction. The crew bustled around the set. The photographers made sure their lights were in check. Makeup artists fluttered around like bees, and stylists spoke in quick bursts of French-accented English. It all felt surreal. Six years ago, she’d given up on dreams like this. And now, here she was. Vanessa arms w
Kimberly was met with the comforting scent of home as she stepped into the apartment. A faint hum of cartoons played in the living room, a familiar sound that told her exactly where Keira was."Mommy!"Just as she guessed, Keira's joyful sequel rang out, and before Kimberly could set down her bag, her daughter came flying into her arms.Kimberly crouched down and hugged her tightly, breathing in Keira's usual scent of strawberry shampoo and peanut butter. Her favorite. "Hey, my lovebug. I missed you.""You're back, Mommy!" Keira beamed, wrapping her little arms around Kimberly's neck. "I waited and waited and waited for you!""I know," Kimberly laughed softly. "Couldn't find a cab earlier. And guess what? The rain decided to come beat me up too."Keira giggled and pulled back to look at her mom properly. Dripping hair, damp clothes, and....Her eyes landed on the smooth black jacket still draped over Kimberly's shoulders."What's that?" she asked, tilting her head with curious interes
At the close of work, Kimberly stepped outside the building, her heels clicking softly against the pavement as she exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding. Rain. Great. Fat droplets began to fall from the dark sky, the cold wrapped around her skin instantly. She glanced upward, sighing for the umpteenth time. She had no umbrella with her. No car either. And of course, the network chose this exact moment to act possessed. The Uber app on her phone spun endlessly in such an annoying way, mocking her. She lingered beneath the narrow awning, arms crossed, staring at the street with growing annoyance. The longer she waited, the heavier the rain poured down, as if the sky had a personal grudge against her. "Okay, Kim," she muttered, exhaling deeply as she pulled her blazer tighter around her shoulders. "Just get to the bus station. You can cry about your ruined mascara later." But the moment she stepped into the open, the rain smacked her like a slap, fast, soaking
Dressed in a classy, skintight white blazer and heels too high for common sense, Clara stood laughing with models by the water dispenser. Her laughter cut short the second she spotted Kimberly, replaced by a smirk, though shocked to see her. Kimberly palmed her face, grunting in frustration. Not this snake she once called a friend. Someone tell her Clara wasn't working here also. Please. "Clara, didn't know you worked here," Kimberly said flatly. "God. Just when I thought my day day was already great," she mumbled to herself, but Clara heard her. Clara gave a mock gasp, placing a hand on her chest as if she was having some great pain. "Ouch. That's quite harsh, Kimberly. Didn't even care to give me a hug. No 'how have you been'?" she smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief. Kimberly felt disgusted. Clara hadn't changed one bit. She guessed she was even worse now. "We used to be friends. Don’t tell me you’re still bitter about the whole Ryan thing. That was ages ago," Cl
•••••••••• Kimberly stepped into the house, frustration written all over her face. She regretted ever attending the party. "Welcome back, Kim." Joanne smiled from her spot on the couch as she saw Kimberly enter, shrugging off her jacket and hanging it at the door. "Thanks," Kimberly sighed, slipping out of her heels. "Where's Keira?" "I just put her to bed. She fell asleep almost as soon as I tucked her in." Joanne let out a light chuckle. "I think all that running around today wore her out." Joanne had been Keira's nanny for a while now. A quiet, kind woman Cindy had recommended. One who'd stepped in when Kimberly needed her most. Kimberly nodded, her heart softening. "Thanks for staying late, Jo." Joanne stood. "Anytime. Goodnight, Kimberly." "Goodnight." As the door shut softly behind her nanny, Kimberly leaned against it, exhaustion catching up with her, not just from the party....but from everything. From him. She had barely stopped herself from blurting o