Heather's sudden appearance was like a bolt from the blue. I had no idea what she was doing here, and she hadn't informed me about her visit. She was blissfully unaware of the events of the previous night. As she held a cake in her hands, I found myself silently praying for things not to spiral out of control.Eden, ever the charmer, greeted Heather with a surprised, "Heather! You? What a surprise!" He stepped forward, his attention completely focused on Heather, leaving me feeling like an outsider. It seemed like my fate was to be perpetually ignored by Eden.Heather moved forward and planted a smooch on Eden's cheek, catching everyone off guard. "Hey! Eden, I was just passing by when I thought I should give you something as a thank you for your gift!" she said, her words flying over my head. What gift was she talking about? She handed him the cake, adding, "This is a fruit cake for you. I baked it myself. It's my great grandma's recipe. I hope you like it."Without thinking, I blurt
Greta Del Torres, moved towards us. Her steps were light, almost as if she was walking on the moon, her every move radiating an aura of sophistication. Trailing behind her was a woman who seemed to be her assistant, her eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, her posture rigid.As Greta approached us, Amy seemed to shrink under her gaze. Sweat trickled down her forehead, her hands trembling slightly. "Welcome, Madam Greta. We all are happy to see you here," Amy managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.Greta didn't respond immediately. Instead, her gaze fell on the cake in Amy's hand. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a curious glint in them. "Is this for me?" she asked, her voice smooth yet commanding, leaving no room for doubt about who was in charge. Amy, quick on her feet, responded with a swift, "Oh, no, Madam Greta. This cake isn't for you. I'm aware of your aversion to sugar. It's actually for Stassie, it's her birthday today." Her words left me stunned. It wasn't my birt
After battling the notorious New York traffic, I finally reached my office in the evening. The city's hustle and bustle seemed to fade as I stepped out of the cab and into the imposing office building. The moment I entered, I was struck by an unusual silence. The office was always abuzz with activity, but today, everyone was engrossed in their work, their faces reflecting a seriousness that was rare.This was alarming. Greta's visits to the office were usually followed by a storm of chaos, with someone inevitably leaving their job in her wake. The current calm was unsettling, and it made me think of Stassie. I wondered how she was coping with her job loss. I felt a pang of worry for her, and I felt like shit that I was the reason of this.I made my way to the elevator, pressing the button for the 14th floor. The ride was quick, the soft hum of the elevator the only sound breaking the silence. As the doors slid open, I was greeted by an unusual sight.Half of the employees had abandone
I guess one thing I finally figured out that not every crisis can be managed. As much as we want to keep ourselves safe, we can't protect ourselves from everything. If we want to embrace life, we also have to embrace chaos." Why didn't you asked Heather? Why she came to your office?" Robin asked me. And seriously, I felt like not explaining anything would be so great for my mental health and for my body. I am somewhat exhausted; I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor?" Tell me, why are you so quite? usually you talk a lot but what happened now?"" Why you are stuck on Heather? We have a bigger problems than that. Eden is trying to threat to me legal action.I don't know what to do? don't know what's wrong with me, really. It's nothing, but it's also all-encompassing. I feel strangely empty, devoid of though and energy. I am not sure where my days go, but they go. Every single thing I must do--any hint of a demand--grinds against me. I don't know w
" WHAT NON-SENSE IS THIS HEATHER??YOU MUST BE LYING!! HE CAN'T DO THAT TO STASSIE. HE LOVES HER" Robin raised her voice at heather.A tear escape my eyes and I hate him for make me into thinking that we were almost there but u knew it was never going there. I seen forever but you had an alarm set. I wanted all but you only liked parts. I felt the universe in you but you only feel earth In me. I drank your soul but you only sipped my flesh. My mind became your protector but yours became my enemy. This moment feels so dreadfully sore, Like a prickly thorn that I can't ignore. It's excruciating, oh how it stings, Like a bee's sharp sting that really zings. Pain, oh pain, it's part of the love game, In love's game, it's never the same. From bumps and bruises to a broken heart, Pain finds a way to play its part. It sneaks up on me, oh yes it does, With a sting and a throb." Why are you screaming at me Robin?? It wasn't my fault that Eden loves me not stassie. He chose me not stassie and i
The Next MorningI groaned as I gradually regained consciousness. Buzzing pain drilled into the sides of my head. My eyes felt like they were getting pressed into my skull. Take the headache of staying up all night and crying all night, multiply that pain by five, or maybe even ten times. It was so bad I just wanted to chop my head off.First thought: How long was I unconscious?Second thought: Lucky no one tried to kill me while I was out.Flickering yellow light from an old bulb above greeted me as I tried to open my eyes. “Shit, that’s bright,” I said, my parched throat making my voice sound like I had sandpaper for vocal cords. I immediately closed my eyes again; the lights weren’t blindingly bright, but they made my head and eyes hurt.Waiting for my eyes to rest, I tried to feel around to have a clue where I was, but my body was too numb and weak to move and would barely follow my thoughts. It reminded me of the time Heather stupidly forced me to do a heavy leg workout day and I
The audacity this man has to send me flowers as an apology. I am going to lose my mind.First I lost my heart. Then I lost my mind. I am inundated with feeling. I feel like a pinball machine on tilt. All the buzzers are ringing, lights are flashing, and I am about to fry my circuits. Nothing is coming in,and nothing is going out. I feel electrified. The wires ignited, sparked, and fizzled. I want it all to slow down. My nerves needed a break, not a reminder of how much pain I am in. I prowled around, but it didn't help. I still felt like my skin was on too tight. There was this constant urge in me to tear my insides apart,I didn't know why. By the time I made my mind that it was impossible for meto do, there alighted the fear, haunting me with the words that rangconstantly in my head, "You're not brave enough".I didn't feel devastated, I felt the urge to be devastated. But not anymore I am brave enough to go and talk to him.And the next thing I know, I was stomping my feet on the
I shut down again. I went blank. One minute I was spinning, and the next minute my mind was dragging itself around in a circle, like an old arthritic dog trying to lie down. And couldn't comprehend with the fact that Victoria betrayed Eden. She is his business partner how could she commit this against their own company. My mind was blown by this revelation and so many questions and thoughts came in my mind, I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion." Stassie??? what happened to you? You just because quite." Lara's voice brought me back to the reality. For a moment, I thought about telling lara about Victoria but then I rejected the idea because I don't have any proof to prove that Victoria stole the designs." I am listening to you but I need to talk to Eden urgently and you need to help me." I said. Lara paused for a moment, her eyes thoughtful. "If it's that urgent," she finally said, "you should go to Mr. Ed