Shaking my head, I tried to snap myself out of what I assumed was a dream. However, between the serious look Ms. Priya was giving me and the article on her phone right in my face, there was no denying it anymore. It was indeed my reality and I officially had my picture on an article with such a bold headline. “So, is this you?” Ms. Priya asked me again when I remained silent. “May I have a closer look?” I requested as I extended my hand toward her phone. Ms. Priya nodded and handed me her phone. Once her expensive phone reached my hand, I slumped down on the chair opposite her as my eyes scanned the screen and read the article as fast as I could. Long story short, a columnist for a local e-magazine was at the club last Friday night and happened to watch the whole thing unfold. Instead of stepping forward to help me, she recorded it and took pictures, but thankfully my face was not that visible thanks to the nightclub’s poor lighting. The article continued to mention how ladies shou
My eyes sparkled at the dazzling pieces of jewelry being displayed in glass boxes as we walked down the main floor of Preciozo Jewelers’ headquarters located in the center of New York City. Nadia was right, they were not some small company and it was not going to be easy to convince them to take on our start-up marketing company to cater to their marketing needs.A tall blond lady escorted the three of us, Ms. Priya, Nadia, and me, to the elevator at the end of the floor. There a security guard checked out credentials and called Ms. Preciozo’s secretary to confirm our presence before opening the elevator for us.“Head right in. I’ve already set it for the 12th floor,” the security guard informed us as he waved his access card on the sensor and pressed some buttons.As soon as the elevator closed, Ms. Priya turned to face the both of us. “This is it, ladies. Put on your best show and prepare to adjust your ideas to what she needs.”Nadia and I nodded just in time for the elevator doors
My surroundings turned blurry and the chitter-chatter of the photographers became muddled as my eyes fixated on the ghost before me. Okay, he wasn’t dead or a ghost, but he was a crucial part of my past life that I had buried 6 feet under. So, in a way, he was a ghost of my past and he was haunting me.My eyelids fluttered as my eyes slowly started imagining the younger Joshua and there was no doubt that it was him. He had grown taller, stopped coloring his hair, gotten a few tattoos, had a large scar on his left eyebrow, and had surprisingly yet annoyingly gotten hotter for a man. Still, that wasn’t an excuse for me to just pretend like nothing had happened. In fact, it was the opposite as all the feelings I had buried came flooding to me all at once. Exhaling frequently, I grabbed onto a nearby table as I tried to calm myself down from the panic attack I was having.Unfortunately, this caught the attention of Joshua and he approached me with concern. “Hey, are you okay?”“I’m fine!”
My mind turned blank as I stared at my phone screen. It was an unknown number, even though the caller was someone I very much knew. Technically, I wasn’t one who usually answered calls from an unknown number but between all the things running in my head and Sam, I had failed to notice who was calling me.Shit! Sam! He was about to reach my house soon which meant I had to get rid of Joshua before he could. I was not ready to tell him or anyone about my past which meant I had to handle my ex-bully tactfully in front of them. Not to mention how Joshua was working on a project that was based on my idea which could headline my whole career.“Hello? Are you there?” his voice echoed through my phone.Releasing a long calming exhale, I placed the phone to my ear. “Yes.”“Oh, hey! Olivia, right?” he asked, as he sighed, probably with relief that I decided to finally speak to him.“What do you want?” I demanded as I got up and started pacing around my shared living room.“Um…I just wanted to ap
The whole meeting room turned eerily silent as they all turned to look at me in shock. My breath hitched and my heart literally stopped for a second when what I had just done dawned on me. Ms. Priya’s eyebrows furrowed at me. “Ms. Olivia, explain your brazen reaction. Now!”“Ms. Priya, I’m s…sorry. I didn’t mean to s…shout like that. It’s just that I don’t agree with the choice of model,” I replied softly, keeping my head down.Gasps and murmurings echoed through the room as my statement puzzled everyone. Obviously, that was because, to a stranger, he looked perfect with his 6-pack abs and chiseled jawline, but that was only on the outside. His soul and personality were polar opposites to how he looked, much like heaven and hell. However, in the world of marketing, Joshua was an ideal model and was the best candidate to capture interest, making people take a second glance at whatever poster or billboard he was on. So, my declaration went against the thoughts of all the marketing per
Joshua’s sudden unexpected declaration caused the ground beneath my feet to tremble. Wires in my brain tried to connect and process what he said, but ultimately, the conclusion it came to was evident. Joshua Taylor had truly become a great liar and had taken the level of his lies to extraordinary levels.When I remained silent, he pointed at the scar on his left eyebrow. “Why do you think I have this scar here?”“There are a hundred and one reasons you could have that scar,” I blurted out before rolling my eyes at him.“Are you serious? You think I’m making this up?” he demanded with a scoff.I scoffed back in response. “It wouldn’t be the first time for people like you.”“You. Don’t. Know. Me.” Joshua’s eyebrows furrowed as he glared at me, his chopped sentence channeling his displeasure.Rolling my eyes at him, I looked towards the door with desperation just in time as I heard the bell over the main door ring. A new voice echoed through the half-empty studio along with the question
Joshua’s POVMy motorcycle sped through the rush hour traffic, careful to avoid busy pedestrians who were not in their senses, cab drivers who thought the roads belonged to them, and other drivers who just wanted to get home.“F*ck! You would think that driving a motorcycle would help get through rush hour, but this is insane!” I said out loud as my voice echoed in my helmet.Several minutes later, the open road was gifted to me as I exited the ramp leading out of the city. Twisting the handle, I accelerated my bike and sped forward as the wind slammed against my body. Here was just something about it that made me feel light and at ease. What others felt was dangerous and too nerve-wracking was relaxing to me. After parking my baby in the covered basement, I headed up to my apartment with a skip in my step.“You look like you had a good day,” Mrs. Baxter said as she entered the building with a few grocery bags in her hands.Walking down the staircase, I approached her and shifted two
Joshua’s POVMy ears couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The woman who somehow hated me, constantly insulted me, and refused to look me in the eye, was now calling me and asking me out for coffee. It was as if I had entered some alternate universe or I was probably sleeping and dreaming all it up. Either way, she had put me in a tough spot, and my tongue, which was just enjoying the delicious fried rice, knotted and made me lost for words.“Hello? Are you there?” her voice bounced off the walls of my one-bedroom apartment, startling me.Letting out a long exhale, I ran my hand through my hair in exasperation. “Yes, I’m here.”“Oh, good. I thought I was talking to the wall,” she replied snappily, testing my patience.Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried my best to remain c