LOGINWren pushed the glass door open and stepped back into the hall. It was quieter. Just a few people were left around the table, all focused on one thing or another. They all seemed very busy. And him, Theo. He was going through the company documents.
She took a deep breath. Her hands shaking, she walked to a seat then sat down and bent her head downward, praying in her heart. Soon the door opened. Cole Bennett, Theo's personal assistant, walked in. He was of average height, broad-shouldered, with transparent glasses that suited him well and a simple fitted suit. "I've gone through the company facilities," Cole said, walking toward where Theo was seated. "And most of them aren't good enough. Some are damaged. So we will need new ones." "Fine, we'll get better facilities for the running of the company," Theo replied, as he continued going through the documents. Cole then sat on a chair. Wren listened to what they were saying, her head bent. "Ms. Michaels," Theo called, raising his head from the documents and looking at Wren. Wren's heart sank. Her hands began to shake again. Heat covered her body. Her heart beat loudly. She raised her head, replying to Theo. "Sir!" "You are the Operations Director of Harborline. In what areas do you think this company needs help?" Theo asked, keeping eye contact with Wren. Wren was frozen. She didn't know how to answer. She stared at Theo and then went absent-minded. The silence that followed was long. Cole and the other directors sitting around the table turned, staring at Wren, waiting for her to give a response. "Ms. Michaels!" Cole called. Wren quickly pulled herself together, turning and looking at everyone in the hall who was staring at her. "Are you okay?" Cole asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." "The CEO asked you a question," Cole added. Wren got slowly to her feet. She tried not to make eye contact with Theo. She bent her head, looking at the table. Then she replied, "I'm sorry, sir. A lot of areas need attention in the company, such as the guest service response. It's slow at times, especially at the front desk. Outdated plumbing, a lot of leaking pipes, low water pressure in guest rooms. Also, high staff turnover, inconsistent---." Cole interrupted, "But during my survey, I checked the plumbing and it isn't damaged, and no pipes are leaking." A few of the directors around the table exchanged glances. Someone near the end cleared his throat. "Yeah, that's true. I made a mistake. I'm sorry for that," Wren replied. The silence that followed felt heavier than the one before. Then Theo smiled, and it left his face in a second. "That's enough. You can sit," he said. Wren sat. Her hands were shaking so much that if someone were beside her, it would be noticeable. She kept her head down, humiliated for the first time in Theo's presence after fifteen years. She slowly raised her head, looking at Theo as he spoke to another director in the hall. Then she had the feeling that he didn't remember her. The way he said her name wasn't the way Theo of fifteen years ago had said it. The way he looked at her was like they had never known each other until that day. The meeting was over. Directors were all leaving the hall. Wren stood up. She wanted to leave. She regretted attending this meeting. It was like all hell had broken loose on her. "Ms. Michaels," Theo called out. Wren turned, looking at Theo. "I'd like to see you privately," he finished. Wren's heart began beating fast, and she walked back to her seat, waiting for Theo to finish what he was doing so he could attend to her. A thought crossed her mind: Maybe he remembers me. He truly does. The hall got empty and quiet. Only the hum of the AC remained. Everyone had left. It was just Wren and Theo, alone, for the first time in fifteen years. Theo stood from his seat and walked toward where Wren was seated, both hands buried in his pockets, his footsteps loud on the carpet. Wren looked at Theo as he walked closer to her. Her heart pounded faster. Her legs began to wobble. Her fingers were vibrating. Her breath became heavy and fast. He stood, staring at Wren for a long moment, not knowing how to start. "Sir, you asked to see me?" Wren said, breaking the silence with her shaking voice. "Yes," Theo replied. "Ms. Michaels, you'll be on the transition team." "The transition team?" "Yes." Wren swallowed hard. Theo walked to a window with his hands still in his pockets. He looked out the window. "I know you don't want it, Wren," he said. Wren's eyes widened. She stared at Theo as his back was to her. "You... you remember me," Wren said. Theo turned from the window. He looked at her. "I didn't forget you, Wren. For the past fifteen years, Wren, each day of my life, I remembered you." He paused. "You think I walked into that meeting and didn't know exactly who you were the second I saw your face?" She shook her head slowly. "Then why," she stopped, tried again. "Why didn't you ever write? You promised." Her eyes got wet. She tried to hold in the tears but she couldn't. They rolled down her cheeks. She continued, "Why didn't you? I waited days, months, years, to see if you would send a letter. But you didn't. You made me miss you more. You made me cry. Each night, I dreamed that I received a letter from you. I prayed that one day you'd send a letter." "I'm sorry. It's not that simple," Theo replied. "I'll explain everything to you, but---" "But what, Theo?" His name slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Wren, let me explain," Theo said. Wren stood from her seat. "I won't listen, Theo. No matter how sorry you are." She turned to leave, taking a step toward the door. Then Theo grabbed her hand. "You're right to be mad at me. You have every right to hate me. But Wren, just listen to me for five minutes, please." Tears rolled down Wren's cheeks. Cole rushed into the hall, looking panicked and worried. "Theo," he paused, seeing Theo and Wren. "What is it?" Theo asked with a harsh tone. "Isabelle is here. She is headed to this hall as we speak," Cole finished. Theo's eyes widened. He stared at Cole.She froze, the phone still pressed to her ear, her hand still resting on the cup."Ms. Michaels? Can you still hear me?" Cole asked.She nodded, then caught herself and answered. "Yes, I can.""You resigned? Then what do we do about Damien? How do we respond to the terms he gave us?"Her eyes wandered to the table as she tried to think.She let out a heavy breath. "I'll be at work tomorrow," she said, her voice low."Okay. You'd better be. Where are you right now?""On my way to see someone," she lied, her voice faint."Alright. I'll see you tomorrow." Cole ended the call.She lowered the phone slowly to the table, staring at it, lost in thought, then placed her right hand against her head, then she covered her eyes."Ma'am! Ma'am," the server called, standing in front of her table.She snapped back and looked up."Would you like more bottles?""No, I'm fine. This is enough," she said."Okay, ma'am," the server replied, moving on to the next table.The rain grew heavier outside. 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Theo stared at him. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out.Every eye in the hall was fixed on him, waiting.Cameras flashed brightly in his face as pictures were taken."Mr. Ashford," the reporter called again, calmly.Theo lowered his head slowly.Wren's hand shook so badly she couldn't write on the checklist properly. She waited for his response, her heart pounding hard."The female worker," he said, pausing, speaking into the microphone as he lifted his head, "is an employee under me. Her sudden promotion to Ashford Dynamics was due to her expertise in her field, and we needed someone urgently who could fill the role."Wren's blood ran cold. The pen slipped from her hand to the floor, making an editor seated beside her turn and glance at it, then at her.She stared at Theo, stunned, in disbelief. The Theo she knew could never have spoken like that. Tears gathered in her eyes, her heart aching.He looked at her, and their eyes met.She looked away instantly, dropping
She reached out and opened the first envelope she picked up, then ran her eyes over it. It was a letter Theo had written to her, the date written at the top.July 15, 2014.Wren couldn't believe it. She set that one down and quickly picked up another, opening it. Another letter addressed to her, dated:May 9, 2022.She read it, then lowered it, staring at the bundle of letters scattered across the floor."He... he really wrote letters to me," she said to herself, her voice shaking, her eyes growing wet as she fought to hold back tears. Then the office door burst open.She lifted her head fast, meeting Cole's eyes."What are you doing?" he asked, anger in his voice as he crossed toward her."I'm... I'm looking for the appeal letter," she said quickly, gathering the letters back into the box.Cole stood over her as she finished, still bent down."What are those?" he asked.She picked up the appeal letter and her checklist from where she'd set them on the floor, then stood to face him."
Wren shook her head, trying to push the thought of Damien's voice out of her head, then walked away from the door to her seat and sat down.She grabbed a bottle of water, drank half of it in one go, then rested her head on her hand, replaying what had happened in the boardroom.Her office phone began ringing.She reached for it, picked it up, and placed it to her ear."Hello," she said. "This is Ashford Dynamics secretary speaking, how may I help you?" She picked up a pen and a notebook, opening it to write down the caller's needs.There was a pause. No response came for several seconds."Hello," Wren said again, slower this time."Ms. Michaels," a deep male voice came through, calm and relaxed.Her expression changed, confusion crossing her face as she set the pen down."Who is this, please?" she asked.The man let out a low, unsettling laugh."You really want to know who you're speaking with?"She paused for a moment. "Yes," she said, stretching the word out. "And how do you have th
She froze, her lips slightly parted as she stared at the document."After signing that, tomorrow when Damien comes, you'll…" Isabelle said, but Wren cut her off."I'm not signing this," Wren said sharply, her voice hard and angry, her head still bent as she looked at the document on the table.Every board member turned to her."What do you mean?" Isabelle asked, her voice going low and sounding dangerous.Wren slowly raised her head, and her eyes landed on Isabelle then moved to everyone at the table."You heard me clearly. I'm not signing this." She pushed the document away from her, and it slid to the middle of the table. "Ashford Dynamics has no ownership over me." Her eyes moved to Isabelle again who stared at her in amazement, then back to the board members at the table. "I am a worker here, not a property. So nobody has the right to bargain over me."Elliot began nodding. "Fine, you're correct," he said, and everyone's eyes moved to him, including Wren. "You aren't something tha
Before she could scream, she was pulled sideways into the dark space between two buildings. A hand quickly covered her mouth, stopping her from screaming.Wren fought back with everything she had. Her bag slipped from her hand and dropped to the ground. She kicked, twisted her body, and tried to bite the hand over her mouth, her heart beating so hard that it hurt her chest."Ms. Michaels, stop. It's me," the voice said as he lowered his hand from Wren's mouth.Wren stopped. She knew that voice. It was low and calm and sounded very familiar. She slowly turned."Cole?" Wren called carefully, her voice low, surprise written all over her face.Cole put a finger to his lips as a sign for her to be quiet."Be quiet, don't scream," Cole said as he looked behind her, checking if they had been noticed.Outside the gap, the footsteps came closer. Wren held her breath, her body shaking with fear.At the end of the narrow space, she could see a little light from the streetlamp, and two dark shado







