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“Director Jones, I hope you’re aware that if we invest in this project, we’re trusting you to handle whatever risk that comes with it. This matter is taking too long to deliberate on, and I think given your previous records, you are more than trustworthy enough to sign this deal with.”
“Trust me ladies and gentlemen, you won’t regret this investment. It’s going to be revolutionary, not just for the company, but for every investor and stock holder that chooses to trust us,” I say calmly with a hint of authority and lean forward, steepling my hands, smiling to pass a message that I am clearly in control of this situation.
The room fell into a pindrop silence before slow mutterings and head nods of approval passed between the long table of investors before me. I felt a sense of pride wash over me as I stood up to make my way out — shoulders raised with mindblowing achievement.
It took weeks to convince these people to invest generously into a project that was sure to earn me extra points with father.
Good lord am I tired, I think to myself as I walk down the hall into my office with my secretary right behind me. I plopped down on the couch in my office like a bag of potatoes and sigh in relief and exhaustion.
“Long week huh?” Freya, my secretary who has also been my best friend since elementary school says.“ But don’t you think a director should be more hmm, i don’t know, maybe poised? I know you’re tired but you could’ve waited till i closed the door first before landing your ass on the couch like you just got shot. Remember, people are watching and your image is too important to slack off even the slightest publicly and you-”
“I know, I know Fre. It won’t happen again so pleasee save me some slacks, Ihave a fucking splitting headache right now.” I know she’s just looking out for me and honestly, Freya is the only soul that truly cares about me and my wellbeing and I really love and cherish her the way she does for me, if not more.
“Alright babes, I think you should head home and rest for the day. You’ve got loads of paperwork but you can continue them tomorrow.” Before I could protest that I just needed some Aspirin and a 10 minute break, she had already left the room. Probably to get my car.
“Oh well” I breathe out while gathering my things and heading out to go bedrot at home.
Walking out of the elevator, chin up and back straight, I tuck in the loose strands of my long straightened hair and nod in acknowledgements to the employees who greet me. They all smile and refer to me as Miss Hazel. As much as my position demands respect, I've made sure to keep it that way – respect and not fear.
Walking out the huge doors of our enterprise, I'm greeted by the bright sunny weather reminding me that what I'm doing is so out of character, to be leaving the office by this time of the day instead of past closing hours.
“Now Hazel Marie Jones, here are your keys, head home straight and don’t stop by a coffee shop. You’ve damn right had enough caffeine for the week.”
“Okay okay mom, stop eyeing me like I'm some problem child.” I tell my best friend who’s still looking at me suspiciously. If she didn’t have her fair share of workload, I'm very sure she would have chauffeured me herself. I chuckle slightly at the thought “bye girl! See ya tomorrow.” I tell her and drive off in my sweet silver panamera.
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Okay so like in my defense I didn’t stop at a coffee shop.
I eye the cup of creamy coffee goodness in my left hand as I walk down the bookstore aisle. How was I supposed to know that the new bookstore across my street would be selling coffee too? It’s a temptation that I couldn't just ignore.
I bought a medium size to make myself feel less guilty but…argh…whatever.
My work shirt had been folded to my elbow and my blazer discarded somewhere at the backseat of my car. I also had a claw clip holding my messy bun in place as loose strands of hair fall at the sides of my face and neck, so now I look like a normal random person and not the director of some bigshot company.
The new volume of the manga I'm reading is out and I cannot wait another day longer to get it. I hope they still have at least a copy left, pleasee God, I mutter a short prayer under my breath as I swiftly make my way to the children's section of the bookstore.
Yep, I hope no one I know or knows me sees me here. I turn the corner and there it is, my baby, staring at me and waiting to be picked up from that lonely shelf. As I reach out to grab the last copy of Aku no Hana – another large hand grabs it before I do. My fingers only grazed the cover before it was suddenly swept away before my eyes.
I turn my head to confront the rude stranger only to be taken aback by how close I was to probably the most gorgeous looking man I've ever seen.
I didn’t know someone could be both beautiful and handsome at the goddamn same time but this man was drop dead ethereal. I almost forgot how to use my speech organs before I snapped back into reality by a thud somewhere in the store.
“Excuse me, but I had that book before you did, so can I please have it back? I waited days to get that, and if you wanted to give your kid that volume, you can get it elsewhere, but I have to get that copy now.” I say in one breath and I can feel my ears heat up in embarrassment and… shyness? Oh my days please just comply with me, dear handsome stranger.
“I’m not getting it for any child. And I grabbed it before you did, so I don't see why I have to give it to you. If you’ll excuse me.” he says in a deadly deep voice that made my knees buckle and was equally as dismissive.
He left immediately after he said what he had to and I was just there, rendered speechless by how rude and sexy this strange man-child was.
Cause WHY THE HELL was he reading a teen book!! Of all people to snatch my beloved from me, it was a grown ass man, now I have to look for another store cause I'm unfortunately a huge manga collector, NOT an e-reader fan.
Damn. Goodbye to the plan of relaxing with a new book in my hand. I guess I'll just watch some TV then. I enter my car and drive off home to actually have that rest Fre told me to.
“Does my Father know?” I asked.“He suspects, but I don't think he knows for sure.” She whispers back.“Oh my god,” I drag my hands down my face. “This is insane,” it all makes sense now. I've been busy racking my head over a reason why father hates my guts so much that he'd rather give his step children power over me.Why everything I did never seemed to please him. Why he looked at me each time with a burning hatred in his eyes.If he knew that I wasn't his biological child, there's no doubt he'd have thrown me out of the house when mom left…“Your father's pride won't let him.” Mariah looked up, her eyes glinting with unshed tears.“If you want a test—”“No,” I cut her off. “What difference would it make? Would it fix anything? Would knowing who my “real” father was suddenly fill the years of emptiness, pain and despair? ““Don't look at me like that Marie,” a tear slipped down her face “like I'm a monster.”I scoffed bitterly "the shoe fits perfectly if you ask me.” I sneered. No
“Mom?” I whispered again, though the word tasted wrong to say.Her face paled this time. “Marie,” she whispered again. Calling me by my middle name just like father, although father has his own reasons for calling me that. My middle name is very much similar to my mother's name, so he uses me as a reminder for how my mother left him.Hayden's dad looked from her to me, confusion etched deep across his brow. “Wait. What did she just call you?”Mariah — because it felt so terribly wrong to call her “Mom” now — opened her mouth, then shut it again. Her lips trembled, exposing her the more.“I can explain,” she managed.“Explain what, exactly?” Noah asked, his voice coming out more gruff “Why a random young woman just called you ‘Mom’? Because I’d love to hear that explanation.”Hayden stirred at the tension, sitting up slightly. “Dad?”Noah’s tone softened just a fraction. “It’s okay, buddy. Go back to sleep.”But of course, it wasn’t okay. None of this shitty situation was.I stood froz
I needed to get out of here. Attempting to detach myself from the bed sent a wave of dizzy spells my way, and I collapsed back down. Maybe I shouldn't have tried getting up so fast. I was successful this time around and decided to take a stroll around the hospital. I couldn't stay in bed all day doing nothing, I was beginning to get restless.Freya had headed back to work, promising to come back later tonight. The doctor said I'll be staying here for the next 3 days for close monitoring and care.I wanted to disagree, until I realized I was doing the very same thing that landed me here — not taking my health seriously. So here I am, dragging an IV stand with me around the white sterile hospital building wearing the oversized robe given to me. It wasn't as bad as most regular hospitals. This one was pretty huge with great lighting and architecture. The nurses seemed tired but kind, which was rare to see.I was thinking of heading to the cafeteria to get something to eat when I heard
I didn't know if I was pissed at him calling me by his last name or at the way he spoke to me. My fingers laced through the thick brown envelope holding two sheets of paper — test results.I gasped “What?”The test results weren't making sense… unless they actually made sense and I knew there was something wrong with me, but I just kept brushing it off and now…“Erosive Gastritis?” I whispered the question. Still in disbelief that I let my body deteriorate to this level. I should have listened to Fre and come to the hospital immediately. Heck, I should have listened to my body when it started protesting for me to stop what the hell I was doing and see a damn doctor.POSSIBLE CAUSES: STRESS, POOR EATING HABIT, POOR SLEEPING HABIT, and BACTERIAL INFECTION. These were not possible causes, these WERE the causes. “You would have had cancer Hazel…” Alex said. His eyes fixed on mine with a range of emotions swirling in them. I didn't know what else to say, I almost killed myself from over
Hazel’s POV“Hmm… water…” my throat felt dry and my lips felt like they could fall off by how chapped they were.I felt a hand bring a cup of water with a straw in it for me to sip on. Much better, I thought but couldn’t voice it out.My eyes creaked open little by little to see the owner of the hand. “Jacob?” I croaked out before exploding into fits of cough.Where am I even? It hurt a thousand more to turn my head and take in my surroundings. It looked like a hospital room. What am I doing in a hospital room and how did I get here?“You had a high fever and fainted,” Jacob responded, settling the glass of water down on the bedside table and having a seat beside me. He didn’t respond to the other question I asked out loud tho, which I found odd.The roses beside me add a little to mask the nauseating smell of antiseptic in the hospital. I remembered feeling very sick and trying to make it to my meeting with Jacob, but I can’t remember actually being able to leave the house. My memory
Hazel’s POVI felt so heavy, every step I took felt like I had weights on my ankles. My head throbbed and my stomach churned in protest as if someone poured acid into it..Beads of sweat formed as my body ached in places I didn't know could ache. My posture was slacking with each step I took forward and I contemplated on staying back and cancelling my meeting with Jacob.No I can’t. I’ll just push through the day and rest later. I have this meeting in less than an hour and I know how time conscious he is.The rain. I probably got a fever from the rain we ran through the previous night. I’ve taken some painkillers and I hope that sustains me through the day, until I go see the doctor myself at least.“I’m okay,” I whispered, trying to gaslight myself that I wasn’t going through hell right now.Then it hit me. That familiar sharp, stabbing pain that feels like a hot knife being dragged on my insides. My knees wobbled, and the handbag I clutched onto slipped from my hold.The chandelier







