"I'm sorry, it won't happen again," she pleaded, hoping to appeal to her boss's empathetic side.Miss Evanna maintained her silence, leaving Asa in a state of uneasy anticipation.Finally, the stern expression on Miss Evan's face softened slightly. After a few heart-stopping moments of silence, she said, "I'll consider your plea."A wave of relief washed over Asa. "Thank you, ma'am," she managed to say, her heart still pounding in her chest. She felt a flicker of hope amidst the storm that had been her life recently."While I'm considering that, I'd like you to take that cake to Priscilla," Miss Evanna instructed, pointing towards a cake box on a side table.Curiosity piqued, Asa approached the box and saw the inscription on the cake: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. BIDEN, from Evanna, the head of the design department.' She had to suppress a gasp of surprise. She had no idea it was Biden's birthday. "Tell Priscilla to deliver the cake to the CEO," Miss Evanna continued, not lifting her eyes f
To camouflage the fear welling up within her, Asa attempted to regain her composure and initiated a conversation. "You are my husband, and I have the privilege of seeing you every day at home," she said, putting on a brave face and struggling to keep her voice steady.She added quickly, trying to steer the conversation away from her late arrival, "Although, I must admit, you rarely stay at home." She folded her arms defensively and looked away, avoiding his piercing gaze.Biden didn't respond. His stoic expression didn't waver as he studied her, his intense eyes almost drilling holes into her. His silence was unnerving, and his gaze felt almost like an accusation.Feeling a sudden surge of courage, Asa decided to address the elephant in the room. "I need to make it clear, I didn't have sex with my ex-husband. I have nothing to do with him," she asserted, her voice shaking slightly. Biden let out a derisive snort, his lips twisting into a wry smirk. "Keep that to yourself. I don't car
When Asa left work, she went straight to Anastasia's house. Sitting in her living room, Anastasia's eyes held an intensity that seemed to pierce through Asa's defenses. "Asa," she started, her voice low yet laced with a concern that couldn't be masked, "You've been awfully silent?" Asa sat still, her gaze fixed on an indistinct spot on the floor. Her voice, when it finally came, was as fragile as a gossamer thread, barely audible. "Anastasia, there's... there's nothing to say."Anastasia, however, wasn't easily placated. She studied her friend closely, noting the telltale signs of a storm brewing beneath the surface - the slight quiver of her lip, the trembling hands clenched in her lap. With a sudden rush of determination, Anastasia closed the gap between them, taking a seat next to Asa. She knew her friend was struggling, and she was determined to be the pillar of support Asa needed."Asa, talk to me," Anastasia urged, her voice tender, a stark contrast to the firm grip she had on
Exasperated, Asa cut the call, not willing to be drawn into an emotional war with her mother. However, before she could even catch her breath, her phone buzzed again. It was a call from her best friend, Anastasia."He-hello," Asa responded, her voice still shaken from the previous call."Asa baby!" Anastasia sounded exuberantly happy, her voice a stark contrast to the one Asa had just heard.Asa let out a faint chuckle. "What's got you so overjoyed?" she asked."No idea, just in high spirits. Anyway, you're coming with me to a birthday party, right?" Anastasia chirped."Um...," Asa began to say, but Anastasia cut her off."No 'ums' or 'buts'. You're definitely coming," Anastasia stated decisively."But I didn't even..." Asa tried to object but was cut short."I know," Anastasia interrupted, laughter tingeing her voice.The girls broke into a round of laughter. "Okay, I'll pick you up at 9PM sharp next tomorrow. Be ready!" Anastasia commanded.Asa acquiesced, deciding that a night out
The lively chatter and music filled the hall as Biden made his way back from his father's room. Despite the noise and distractions, his mind was caught in a loop around the sight of Asa in the crowd. It was unexpected and unsettling. Extracting his phone from his pocket, he quickly shot her a text: "What are you doing here?"Asa's phone buzzed on the table, breaking her into a startled gasp. She hastily picked it up, reading the message from Biden. She quickly composed a reply, her fingers hovering over the screen before finally hitting send. "My mom invited me here. Don't you want me here? I can leave."Biden's phone vibrated with Asa's response. He scanned her message, his face giving away nothing. He slipped the phone back into his pocket, his mind in turmoil.Across the hall, Evanna and Priscilla had been following Biden's movements like hawks, their gazes filled with admiration and longing.Evanna, unable to resist the lure any longer, decided to approach Biden. She carefully adj
Alone on the dance floor, Asa suddenly felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Each blink felt heavier, and the room began to spin. She tried to steady herself, clutching onto a nearby table, her grip slackening as her strength drained away. It felt as if the world was spiraling out of control.A man appeared from the sea of faces, it was the same one she had been dancing with earlier, his face twisted in an expression of concern. He swooped in, catching her just as she was about to crumple onto the floor."Hey, are you okay?" He asked, a note of false worry in his voice."I...I need my friend," Asa mumbled, her words slurring as she fought the dizziness that was creeping over her. Her mind was a foggy mess, the name of her friend escaping her grasp.The man seized the opportunity. Instead of finding her friend, he carefully maneuvered her towards the exit, his grip firm around her waist. Outside, the night was dark and the air was cool. He helped her into a waiting car, promising her
Deep in the grip of contemplation, Anastasia found herself struggling with an unsettling sense of uncertainty. Her mind was a labyrinth of thoughts, spiraling into the abyss of confusion, with no exit in sight. A constant state of restlessness clung to her like a second skin.With a sudden sharp intake of breath, she whispered to herself, "There's only one way." The realization was as cold and hard as a stone in her stomach. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but swallow she must.She had to confront the man she had always considered her nemesis, Biden Hali. The man whose very existence made her blood boil. The man who she'd fantasized about erasing from her world more times than she could count. Yet now, he was her only hope, her last resort.A sense of urgency propelled her into action. Anastasia reached for her car keys, which lay unattended on the wooden coffee table. She scooped them up in a swift motion and headed towards the front door, her steps echoing with determination in the
The following morning found Asa sitting at a lavish dining table, a sumptuous breakfast spread before her. It had been a while since she was served such an extravagant meal. Initially, she hesitated, wary of their intentions. However, after some thought, she brushed away her concerns with a smirk. "Why would they poison me now?" she mused. It seemed peculiar that her kidnappers would treat her with such hospitality instead of subjecting her to hardship. Even so, she took a cautious bite of the food, mentally preparing herself for any unexpected consequences.Once she had finished her meal, she was confronted with another dilemma. She needed to freshen up, but she had no clean clothes to change into. "What on earth am I supposed to wear?" she muttered, tapping her forehead in frustration.As if in response to her predicament, the door swung open and a group of women entered the room, their arms laden with an array of dresses. Asa watched in surprise as the women silently placed the dr