Maya’s story It is already 8 o’clock, and I was ready. A hard knock on the door made me shudder. This session will be very interesting as now my vision is not that damaged. All week I was so happy to discover new things. Phillip was always there when I needed him. Sometimes I wonder if he tired of it. What I meant was that I was an incapacitated woman and it must be hard to deal with me. He did not once complain. - Are you ready, sunshine? Oh, and yes, now I am “sunshine”. Not Miss Maya anymore. That was so formal. The first time he called me sunshine, like two weeks ago, I thought I did not hear well. My heart skipped a beat when hearin
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