With the driver perspiring subtly by the time he pulls into the driveway, Claude resists the urge to chuckle.“Thank you, you can have the remaining day off, I seem to have put some pressure on you.”The driver turns to look at him with relief in his eyes as Claude gets out of the car.“Thank you sir.”He responds with a wave of his hand as he sees a single bag out on the steps, he lifts it along with him and goes inside, of course, Samantha knows the passcode to the front door.“Samantha?” He calls out in the living room, looking around but there’s no sound and she’s nowhere to be found. He sets the bag down and goes to have a peep out the back, in the kitchen, looks around the surroundings but she’s just not there.He picks up the phone and dials her number, the faint ringing comes from upstairs and he follows the sound, coming to a stop in front of the room she had slept in the first and last time she had come over.Claude knocks softly on the door, no response, he opens it a crack
“Mr. Sharma,” Claude starts, returning to the seat he had stood up from earlier. “Nice to meet you, I quite remember your interview. You were confident and exceptional, even laughed a few times in the thick pressure. I personally agreed for you to come to my company but…”Dylan’s shoulder’s drop on hearing that interjectory word that always means that something negative is about to be said.“…What I did not see coming is the fact that you are quite loyal too. I know fully well that she must have called me a jerk and possibly even the a-hole word but…” Claude chuckles at the end of the unfinished sentence.Dylan’s head snaps up, relief evident in his eyes.“And for that, I’d love to give you something, or tell you something that I have not told anyone yet, well, because you seem to be a loyal friend to Samantha. Or I should keep my exclusive gist to myself?” Claude inquires, raising an eyebrow, testing him subtly.“If you don’t mind me asking sir, is it about Samantha?”Claude nods. “O
The weekend practically rolls past with no incidents and then came Monday, Claude got to work a little bit earlier than he normally does, the plan for the day quite steeper than normal since there are some pending issues to be attended to.He takes his elevator to the top to meet it empty, no one is at work yet, and it’s still fairly early so it’s forgivable. He settles at his desk and immediately goes back to the video he had received from Elena on the last working day of the week before.He rewatches it three times in a row and each time he does, he only gets angrier and angrier, she was humiliated, they dared to touch his woman, and even though they did not know, whatever could she have done to deserve such a hostile treatment from fellow co-workers?He sets the phone down, his fists clenched.He had not heard a word from her since Saturday when he dropped her off at home, and even though he had tried to reach her, his efforts had been futile.He’ll pay her a visit after work but b
When his car finally pulls up in front of her shared apartment with Renee, the silence already got burdening but neither of them decided to break it.“Thank you for the ride.” Samantha mutters as she pulls softly on the door’s handle.“Wait.” Claude suddenly says, his brows somewhat furrowed together, not enough to be a frown though. “You said you don’t want to be someone’s special lie? I completely respect that but to me, you are no lie. There are many coincidences in life, admittedly, but this…?” He entwines his hand with hers and pulls it up till it’s her eye level, “Being able to touch me at will when not even my own grandfather can? That makes you more than ordinarily special to me, you are not a special lie and even if we are about to tell a lie for a year, you are my only special lie.”Her stomach drops.“I’ll go inside now.”He nods but she makes no move to leave. He raises one eyebrow at her and she glances at his hands, still holding hers quite firmly.“Oh.” He lets go hesi
It is nothing short of a fun time.Samantha and Gramps keep trying to outdo one another on the tennis ground and as the time wear on, both of them get weary.“I’m done. If I do one more set, my knees will give way.”Samantha chuckles, breathing heavily but still trying to not show it because she is apparently the one losing. “If you throw in your racket, it means you accept defeat. Do you agree?”Gramps flings the racket her way but it does not even reach half the distance between them. “You are just like my prickly grandson, not willing to accept that you’re the loser and will even resort to cheap tricks to win.”Samantha laughs as she runs over to him, supporting him till they both walk back to the hanging umbrella where refreshments have been set out and Claude sits, laughing over a glass of half empty wine.“How rude of you Claude, you watched a woman support your own grandpa to his seat?”Claude raises one eyebrow as he set down the glass in his hands. “I am not sure you’re worth
Inside his room, he shuts the door behind himself and produces his phone from his pocket. He opens his messaging app and he does not even have to search up her name before he sees the tons of messages she had sent him.They were almost thirty individual messages, starting right from the day of the wedding, evening time. She had sent him a text message which, now that he reads it, he has tears forming in his eyes.“What injustice have I done to her.” He mutters under his breath as he reads the message, scrolling down. And as he reads each one of them, more tears form in his eyes and slowly, they begin to drop down from his eyes.“Dad, I got a job today. I love you.” This one had come in the midnight.“Dad, you looked really handsome in your suit yesterday. Wear suits like that more often, they suit you.” This one had come just yesterday, the day after the dinner where he had looked at her with disdain.Andrew Stiles knocks himself over and over again, asking himself why he had not beli