“Faith, what your parents do for a living?” her brows arched and she was looking at me intently. I could feel my heart panic for an answer not because of her question but because of the way she looked at me. I strongly sensed that she doesn’t want me for her son.
“Ahm, I...I’m an orphan when I was seven but my foster parents moved back to West Virginia so I’m living alone, Mrs. Matthews,” I trailed off telling her the truth. I felt unease because she seemed discouraged just by the look on her face.
I disclosed my background to Marco since the beginning of our relationship. I never hide from him the unfortunate things that happened to me before. He was in disbelief the moment I shared it with him but his reaction was different from her mother's. He didn't judge my past, instead, he complimented me for being a strong person.
“What is your job?” the sour tone in her voice didn’t go unnoticed. I told her that currently I’m doing my internship program and will be
My shoulder sagged and I wanted to cry the moment they went away. I was thinking that it's only my second time attending Marco's event but there's always new information that triggers my sanity about him. I knew in myself that I love being at his side cheering for his success but I felt alarmed by everything that I learned. I wanted to go home, but it's not my attitude to be rude to him. I could see that he's busy talking to some of his business associates and I need to go beside him to let him know I'm back. When he saw me, he smiled and held my waist as he introduced me to them. For the rest of the night, I kept on being at his side just smiling at his guests because I couldn’t relate to their topics. Some people were taking pictures of us and I guess the company hired them to cover the event. I was really tired just by being there standing and feeling anxious facing people. If he invites me again the next time, I might refuse him but I see to it that m
In front of the manager's office, I took a moment to inhale a deep breath to ease my nervousness. When I felt like I'm ready to report to him, I knocked on his door and I heard him say for me to come in. "Good morning Mr. Johnson," I greeted in a lively manner. "Hi Faith," he motioned for me to sit down on the chair across his table. "Let me see the design as per the building information modeling I narrated to you last time," he sounded serious and that's his usual tone. He's a straightforward manager in the firm and everyone is aware of that. I handed him the plate to review and he has some added suggestions like on the walls and floor parts but overall I guess he was impressed. "You are good at sketching," he hummed. "Your work is flawless," he complimented still eyes focused on the plate. I could only respond "thank you" every time he commended my work. "I know that your internship will end soon and will be graduating in few months," he cle
When we arrived at his penthouse, I instantly took a shower to freshen up. After I dried my hair, I went to the balcony to breathe some fresh air because I could still feel that awful feeling caused by the presence of his mother. "Baby, you're here," I heard him from behind. I turned to see him and he was full smile. He kissed my cheek and handed me a box to open. "What's this?" I furrowed in curiosity. "It's a gift," he pinned some messed hair behind my ears. When I opened the box I saw a beautiful necklace from Cartier. As I read the certification, it's an 18k white gold, set with 32 brilliant-cut diamonds totaling 2 carats. My eyes widened with all the pieces of information and I couldn't believe that he bought it for me. "Marco, it's not my birthday yet and even if it is, I won't accept such an expensive gift," I let him know because I was really hesitant to accept it. "Baby, please take that as my graduation gift for you," he cupped my fa
My heart throbbed erratically as I read all of those. My concentration in polishing my report vanished and turned to worries. I felt like my stomach was having diarrhea. My nerves were getting jelly and my energy died in an instant. I wanted to cry but I kept on holding my tears not to burst which caused me a headache. "Where are you," I sent Yvonne a message because the feeling I had inside was getting me insane and I needed someone to talk to. "On my way to bench 13 - back of the art building," she replied. I quickly gathered my documents on the table so I could rush to her. I sat beside her and she handed me a bottle to drink. She knew that the news bothered me to the core. I'm thankful that she informed me right away than to discover the news from other people like Georgia the bitch. "Are you alright?" she breathed out. "You should train yourself to ignore such news from now on," she patted my back. "Matthews Group is prominent in business and could catch
After I read Yvonne's message, I went directly to our dorm. She was so busy packing her things because, in a few days, we are leaving the place. "Hey! are you not packing yours?" she asked right away with a furrowed brows. I told her that there's nothing for me to pack because I only have a few stuff. The first time I entered the dorm, I carried one piece of luggage and probably will be leaving with the same. I was busy putting her pile of clothes on one of her suitcases when "Where are you going after graduation?" she was curious about my plans. I shared with her that I will find some work around the city with the help of Mr. Johnson. "Faith, I know you like to do things on your own," she protruded her lips. "But whenever you need my help, please don't hesitate," she clucked her tongue. "There's a lot of positions available in my parent's company, I can recommend you anytime," she insisted while sorting those trousers on her luggage.
Our graduation ceremony started on time and when it was time to accept my diploma, I felt my heart pounded in a high-intensity level of excitement. Finally, all the sleepless nights doing my homework paid off. The speaker did an amazing job in sharing an inspiring story and words of wisdom which I absorbed deeply. I could say that he made the event an interesting one. As promised, Marco came to witness my graduation ceremony and I felt so happy about it. "Baby, Congratulations!" he hugged me as soon as I stepped closer to him. I expressed how thankful I was for him that I have someone beside me to share my happiness in reaching one of my goals in life. "Let's celebrate!" he announced. I bid goodbye to Yvonne as she and her family have their own plans too. I honestly didn't have an idea as to where Marco will bring me but I had a feeling that it will be a good one. He halted his car in one of the tallest buildings in New York and we went directly to the peak w
When she left, I slumped on the couch and burst out all the mixed emotions inside me. The pain, irritations, and disappointments that I wasn't able to defend myself. Above all, the thought that I wasn't able to fight because I couldn't. My encounter with her drained all the energy I have. I felt so hurt thinking low of myself. I hate that all I could do is to cry and endure the awful feeling inside me. I could certainly tell that my world went upside down. "Damn you, rich people!" I leaped out an expletive. After my cry, I went to the bathroom to fix myself because I didn't want Marco to see me in that state when he gets home. Thankfully, he did not notice how distressed I am because of his mother. A week passed and nothing changed. He's always worn and stressed whenever he arrives home. I could feel all the tension caused by his business dilemma just by the look on his face. It added to my agitation to see him like that. As I wanted
"Faith, Ms. Jones wants to see you in her office," that was Evan my colleague in the Architectural and design department of Williams Group of Company. "Thanks, Evan, I'll be there in a few," I replied and didn't forget to smile at him. I've been working as an assistant to the head supervisor of our department for exactly three weeks. My first one and a half week were filled with training and learnings. I could say that my teammates are very supportive when it comes to new employees like me. Whenever I needed help, they don't hesitate to do so. Our department supervisor is quite strict and moody which all of us are very much aware of. But no one tried to complain because we don't want any trouble. As long as we can endure and she's not going below the belt, then it's fine with us. "Good afternoon, Miss Jones," I greeted her but her face was printed in annoyance. Sometimes I felt like she doesn't like me around the department. "Miss Anderson, I need you to revi