Morgan's point of view I kept staring at my phone. It's not that I was expecting any important messages or phone calls, I just could not get my eyes off my phone. The screen was blank, but it felt heavier than ever in my hand. I told myself I could survive without her. I repeated it like a mantraâYouâll be fine, Morgan. You had been fine before she came, and youâll move on, just like always.But it was a lie.And I knew it.It was becoming painfully clear that love wasnât meant for men like me. Maybe I was too cold. Too hardened by my experience. Too controlling, too bitter, too proud. Whatever the reason, I decided I was done trying. No more late-night hopes. No more holding my breath every time I hear her name.But then my phone buzzed again.âSir, her flight will move in the next one hour.âI sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth and tossed the phone across the room. It hit the couch and bounced off harmlessly, but I did not care. I was furious, but not at the man who sent th
Marrissa's point of view When I got back to the hotel after my conversation with Molly, I felt even more determined to disappear.No, I was not running away. I just wanted to disappear.And yes, there is a difference. Running implies that I'm scared, desperate or that I'm trying to escape some form of punishment. But disappearingâĶ that is quiet and dignified. And after everything I had been through, I wantedâĶ.. No I needed a clean break.I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after I walked in, recalling everything that happened in the club and outside the club.Molly's words still echoed faintly in my ears, but it was the things she did not say that haunted me more. I had known Molly for a damn long time to know when she was lying. I know how to read her body language like a book. The way her hands kept fidgeting when I pressed her for answers. The way she could not even look me straight in the eyes showed she had a lot hidden in her cupboard and didn't let me talk about her
Marrissa's point of view The next morning, I prepared in silence. My hands moved on their own, folding clothes, zipping up my suitcase, and brushing my hairâbut my mind was not really in the room. It was miles away, tangled in memories and second-guessing every choice that had led me here. I kept looking around like I had forgotten something. My chest felt heavy, it was like I was leaving something important behind.I sat on the bed for quite a while, thinking, feeling sad all of a sudden.âGosh Marrissq, what do you really want? Do you want to stay and continue to feel hurt and sorry for yourself or do you want to start afresh, meet new people and maybe get a third chance at love again,â my inner mind asked.âI want to start afresh, meet new people but definitely not give love a third chance,â I replied to myself.Falling in love again would be the most stupid thing to do. Two heartbreaks is enough for a lifetime. Although, I would not compare Morgan with Tom. With Tom,I was stupid
âYou are just in time ma,â Please take your seat,â one of the flight attendant said the moment I got back onboard.I obeyed immediately and few minutes later we were in that air.I closed my eyes, forcing myself not to think of him and soon I was fast asleep.The landing announcement sounded foreign when I heard it I made it. I was really here.I stood at the edge of the airport terminal, the cool air brushing against my skin as the automatic doors whooshed open and shut behind me. People walked past me. Some people were hugging their loved ones. There was a sound of laughter, yelling and honking everywhere, but I just stood there, lost. My suitcase was by my side, but my mind was a thousand miles away.âWhat now?â I whispered to myself.I didn't even know where to turn, the right path to take. At that point, I think my brain left me, because I felt so confused.It had taken everything in me to board that plane. To leave Morgan behind. To convince myself I was doing the right thing.
Marrissa's point of view I have no one. I can't call Andre. We have not spoken to each other since I left Spain.I can't trust Molly enough. Who knows she might be behind this? Morgan! He is the only one powerful enough to save me, but I definitely can not call him, not after how we ended things. Not after the way, I had left him at the gate and walked away with my chin high but my heart bleeding.âCalm down, Marrissa. "You are overthinking things. "This might be a prank,â I whispered to myself.âYes, this is definitely a prank.â I tried steadying my breathing and relaxing But then, Luke started driving faster than before and his hands were moving over the dashboard.âOh God! This is not a prank. "If really, I'm being kidnapped, please let Morgan be my kidnapper and not someone else,â I prayed.Crazy line of prayer, right? But, what would you have me pray for? After all, the devil you know is better than the angel you do not know.âLuke?â I asked again, more firmly this time. âWher
Marrissa's point of view I stepped out of the company with my heart still racing.Is this real? Everything that had happened so far seemed like a dream or something that could only happen in a fairyland.I could not believe it. Everything and everyone has been close to perfection.âThis way miss Marrissa,â Samira said, and I looked up to her.She led me to the car and I got in without saying a word further.She drove in silence, but my mind kept asking lots of questions."Here we are, ma,â she announced, and when I raised my eyes,I gasped in awe."This is where we will be shopping today," Samira said with a smile.I got down and followed her lead.The boutique looked like something out of a celebrity Instagram post. It was all glossy floors, golden racks, and a smell that I could only describe as ârich people and new leather.â I paused at the entrance, suddenly feeling out of place, but Samira marched in like she owned the place.âWell? "Come on!â she called, laughing when she saw
Marrissa's point of view "Thanks for today," I said, smiling before getting down from the car."Anytime darling," Samira replied. "See you by 7 pm," she added."Yes boss," I replied jokingly. She drove off after that and I went inside.I shut the door behind me and just stood there, my back was pressed against it, bags still hanging from my arms, and a stupid smile spreading across my face.I dropped the bags on the couch and walked to the mirror by the door and just stared at myself. New clothes. New job. "New life,â I whispered to myself.I pinched my arm just to be sure I was not dreaming.âOw!â I yelped, rubbing the spot."It's not a dream,â I said, and laughed at myself for even doubting everything.This is real.âSamira had just dropped me off after taking me on the most insane shopping spree of my life â and now she wanted me to go out tonight and meet even more people?â The old me would have said no immediately. Make an excuse and end up in bed all day. I checked the time.
Marrissa's point of viewI had to drag myself into a decent outfit and force a smile on my face.âThe past is gone, Marrissa. "Focus on now and the future,â I said to myself.Then Samiraâs message came in for the third time this morning."Heads up âsomething important is coming up now. Will fill you in when you arrive. See you soon!" âSomething important?â I echoed.Was that supposed to be comforting? Because it was not.When I arrived at the company, the lobby was buzzing with activities.People in sharp suits moved quickly, whispering and tapping away furiously on tablets. A huge arrangement of fresh flowers that was not there the last time I came appeared at the entrance. Security guards stood taller, looking twice as serious.Samira found me by the elevators, and slightly bounced on her toes like she was holding a massive secret.âWhatâs going on?â I hissed.She just smiled and pressed the elevator button.âYou will see.âThe elevator opened, and before I could even step inside
Marrissa's point of view I stood outside the shimmering glass doors of the executive conference room with my heart pounding in my chest like it was trying to escape. Behind those doors was a panel of investors, each one a name I had memorized from the dossier Mr. Adrian handed me just yesterday. The Echelon Project. A multi-million-dollar initiative that could reshape tech-integrated education.âYouâve got this,â Samira whispered beside me, nudging my arm. She had tagged along under the pretense of delivering tea, but I knew she was really there to support me. My ride-or-die bestie.I took one deep breath. Then I walked in.Thirty-seven minutes later, I came out looking like I had fought a war and somehow survived. My hands trembled, but my voice had not cracked once. I answered every question, deflected the skepticism, and even got to make them laugh.âHow did it go?â Samira asked, practically vibrating with excitement.âI thinkâĶâ I exhaled, blinking. âI think I killed it.ââYES!â
Marrissa's point of view After my meeting with Mr. Adrian, something inside me shifted.I was not going to cry in the bathrooms anymore. I was not going to let Bianca or anyone run me out.If they wanted a show? I would give them the best damn performance they had ever seen.Samira found me later in the break room, still gripping my coffee cup like a weapon."You look like you are about to commit a felony," she said brightly."Felony?" I echoed, smiling thinly. "More like... a strategic takedown."She slid into the seat across from me, her eyebrows raised."God, I love it when you get scary," she said, laughing. "Tell me everything."And I did.I told her how I would start saving backup files on a separate drive in a hidden folder labeled Birthday Party Clowns. No one would ever check that one. I told her how I would place subtle marks on my original documents. I would use things only I would recognize and if they were tampered with, I would realize immediately.I explained how
Marrissa's point of view Daniel told me to continue working on the Echelon project even thoughno results had come about who would really lead the project.âThere's no harm in being prepared,â he said and I agreed.He agreed to assist me in the best way he could and today we were supposed to have a meeting.Well, yes iIt was supposed to be a quick meeting.Just me and Daniel. We were supposed to finalize a section of the Echelon project before the weekend.Instead, it turned into three hours of gisting and snacking. There were two pizza boxes, and one playlist full of 90s hits blasting through the empty office.At some point, I realized we were laughing more than working."I swear," Daniel said between bites of cold pizza, "half of all the good architect are just surviving the ridiculous clients.""Oh, you mean the lady who wanted her lobby made entirely out of glass? Including the floor?" I asked, grinning.Daniel shuddered dramatically. "I tell you."We both laughed.And then â Th
Bianca's point of view I saw everything and I was not only irritated,I was angry.Who the fuck does she think she is. She came in as a freaking newbie and now,she was leading a project I had been working my ass to lead.What the hell did she do to Mr Adrian?I saw the easy smile he always gave her.The way even Daniel lingered by the doorway after her presentation, scribbling notes furiously, his gaze locked on Marrissa like she was some kind of prodigy.It made my stomach twist.Everything about her annoyed me . Her wide eyes and modest outfits and fake humility. She walks about like she had no idea she had just snagged the biggest project in the company. The Echelon Account. My project. At least, it was supposed to be mine.And now, she was everyone's favorite.Including Mr Rodes actually came to the company just to say âMarrissaâs proposal was refreshing. Iâm excited to have her work here."Excited?She barely knew which floor the printers were on.After everything I had done, aft
Marrissa's point of view Later that afternoon, my badge beeped me into the sleek, glass-walled conference room. The long table was already packed with managers, strategists, and consultants. And, of course, Bianca was sitting, looking at me like a hawk, her legs were crossed and she was tapping a pen against her notepad with surgical precision.I gulped. Samira gave me a thumbs-up from behind a frosted partition.At exactly one o'clock, Mr. Adrian, Mr Allen and Mrs Spencer walked in. They were all calm and composed,but the room snapped to attention like they carried gravity in their pockets."Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "this is Marrissa and I picked her as the lead on Echelon. We will be hearing her make a presentation as well as Bianca and at the end, we will decide who will really lead the project."There were murmurs in the room . Some looked at me with raised eyebrows and someone even coughed.I opened my folder with trembling hands and began explaining my initial idea
Marrissa's point of view I barely made it home before my phone buzzed again.Samira:> Emergency. > Celebration required. > Meet us at âThe Olive Lounge by 7:30 sharp. > Dress cute but comfy. Boss Babe orders.I didnât even bother arguing. Samira had basically dragged me into their circle at full speed with no brakes and honestly, I like it.I threw on a pair of skinny jeans, a soft rose-pink blouse, and some ankle boots that made me feel vaguely fashionable, and by 7:20, Samira was honking outside like a maniac."You are ate!" she yelled as I climbed into the car."You are early!" I shot back.Liana and Tasha were already seated at the backseat, waving like overexcited puppies."You look so CUTE!" Liana squealed."She understood the assignment," Tasha said approvingly, high-fiving me.Samira drove away from the curb like she was auditioning for âFast and Furious: The Suburban Editionâ."We have ONE mission tonight," she declared with shining eyes."Survive your driving?" I s
Marrissa's point of view I did say I was on fire yesterday right. Well, there was nothing hot in me right now as I stood in front of Me Adria, trying not to crumble to the ground."Miss Marrissa, I had not been hundred percent truthful to you and I think I should now."My stomach twisted.âWhat is he about to say?â I thought to myself."I didn't give you the entire information because I didn't want you scared or overwhelmed."My legs began to shake, suddenly too weak to carry the weight of my body."May I sit please?â I asked weakly."Oh please, do take your seat, â he said, gesturing to a chair across from him.I sat down and placed my shaky hands on my lap.I didn't know why,but I was worried he wanted to say something bad. His nt facial expression didn't even make it any better.He wasn't smiling."First, I want to commend you again for your work so far, you have been incredibly good, butâĶ. I'm afraid there is more to do"."You will be attending a meeting this afternoon with top e
Marrissa's point of view I spent Sunday indoors, preparing mentally and physically for tomorrow's work activities.Monday came and I dressed smartly for work. Today, I will attend my first core planning meeting.The Core Planning Team meeting was held on the thirty-fifth floor â the floor with actual glass walls, leather chairs, and a skyline view that made you feel both inspired and slightly nauseous at the same time.I held my new badge so tightly it nearly left an imprint on my palm.Samira had tried to coach me on the elevator ride up:"Okay, listen," she said in a hushed voice. You are brilliant, but you are also new to this. Some of those people there have been here for years. They are not going to throw you a party, Marrissa. Just... smile. Be polite. And donât let Karen corner you."I frowned. " Who is Karen?"Samira widened her eyes. "You will know when you see her."Great. Cryptic warnings and mystery enemies. âThis was fine,â I whispered.The elevator dinged, and w
Marrissa's point of view I woke up the next day with sunlight streaming through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. The noise of the city outside was a comforting reminder that I was in a new place.It was Saturday. A day to relax.I stretched lazily on the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin. The air smelled faintly of lavender from the diffuser I had set up the night before.Deciding to make the most of the day, I slipped into comfortable clothes and tied my hair up. I put on some upbeat musicâsomething with a rhythm that made cleaning feel less like a chore and more like a party. As the melodies filled the apartment, I moved from room to room, dusting, organizing, and tidying up.An hour into my cleaning spree, my phone buzzed with a notification. I wiped my hands on a towel and picked it up.It was a message from a hidden number: âHow are you faring?âI stared at the screen, puzzled.âWho could this be?â Could it be Molly or Andre? But why use