MasukTabitha:I stepped back, eyes wide, jaws slack. I couldn't believe that Enzo had just said that. Was he even thinking? What was he doing? “Enzo…” My voice was weak, hoarse. “This is serious. This is really serious. We should do something, call the police, get someone involved. We can’t sit back and do nothing.”He stood up and walked towards me. He tried to take my hand, but I pulled away.“Yes, we can, Tabitha,” he sighed. “This is for Natasha to handle. I know that you want to help, but we need to be careful. If we call the police, they might hurt Andrew. I don’t know what Natasha has in mind, but let her handle it the way she sees fit.”“She won’t handle it!” I screamed, stepping back, still in disbelief that he just said that, that he was on Natasha’s side. “You know that she wants the company. That this could be a ploy for her to get rid of Andrew and take over. I can’t believe that you would be quiet about this…”“I’m not being quiet about this,” he said, grabbing my hand, hold
Enzo:The room was silent. Tabitha let go of her notepad and pen, and they fell to the floor with a thud while she put her hand over her mouth. I looked at Natasha. Her expression was shocking, but she managed to mask it with a calmness that I had never seen before. “Excuse me?” she asked, acting like she hadn’t heard what was just announced loud and clear. “You heard me, Miss Bolden. I have your nephew, Andrew Bolden. We want $10 million before we release him. You have a week before we kill him. In three days, we will give comprehensive information on how the money will be given to us. Better get your wallet ready; I know that this is nothing for a woman of your calibre. And don’t you even think of calling the police.”She opened her mouth to say something, and the line went dead. The room was quieter than it had been before. She stared at the blank screen, her eyes searching, her red lips trembling. Tabitha had tears streaming down her face, with her hand shaking over her mouth.
Enzo:The room was silent. Tabitha let go of her notepad and pen, and they fell to the floor with a thud while she put her hand over her mouth. I looked at Natasha. Her expression was shocking, but she managed to mask it with a calmness that I had never seen before. “Excuse me?” she asked, acting like she hadn’t heard what was just announced loud and clear. “You heard me, Miss Bolden. I have your nephew, Andrew Bolden. We want $10 million before we release him. You have a week before we kill him. In three days, we will give comprehensive information on how the money will be given to us. Better get your wallet ready; I know that this is nothing for a woman of your calibre. And don’t you even think of calling the police.”She opened her mouth to say something, and the line went dead. The room was quieter than it had been before. She stared at the blank screen, her eyes searching, her red lips trembling. Tabitha had tears streaming down her face, with her hand shaking over her mouth.
Tabitha:Alarm went off early, and I groaned as I turned it off and dragged myself out of bed. It had been two weeks, and I was still groggy whenever I got up for work in the morning.So far, it had been good. I was still getting stares at the office, and Nora wasn't talking to me; other than that, there were no incidents. There was no one lingering at my door or making lewd comments at me in the hallway. If anything, everyone was so focused on the potential relaunch of the tractor. The running debate among the employees was that Enzo was going to drive the tractor for the launch to show that it was working perfectly, and it wasn't tied to Mr Bolden's death.I dragged myself to the bathroom, brushed my teeth half asleep, gasping when the cold water touched my face and crawled up my nose.My head immediately began to hurt, and I felt a stinging sensation that seemed to travel all the way up my brain.Dammit!” I groaned loudly, blowing my nose as hard as I could in a futile effort to
Tabitha:I took a deep breath. There was no going back now. I was here, and I had to say everything I needed to get it off my chest once and for all. “Enzo, I am sorry for everything.” I was taking everything in me not to cry. “I was wrong, and I should have trusted that you weren’t seeing anyone. You… You…” I took a deep breath, holding back the tears that were threatening to choke me. “You have been so wonderful to me, and it wasn’t of me to accuse you like that. It also wasn't fair of me to ignore the warnings and advice you gave me. It was stupid, and you were right. I could have gotten seriously hurt. I’m… sorry.”A tear slipped down my face, and I wiped it away with the back of my sleeve. The silence hung in the air. I wanted to walk away, to head back to my room and stay alone, but I was glued to the chair. My body was stuck in this stiff upright position, and with Enzo’s gaze so heavy on my shoulders, I could barely move. My mind was circling through every thought. I couldn’
Enzo:“I’m going to cut to the chase and make this very clear, Richard.” I sat up in my chair and stared him down. He didn’t flinch or move, a half smile still on his face. “I don’t know what you are trying to do; I don’t know the purpose of your unannounced visits, but I want you to keep Tabitha out of your business. I see the way you look at her. You can’t have her.”He was silent for a while, but soon the room was filled with the sound of a deep chuckle. He leaned back in his chair and smiled at me, his eyes twinkling with a glint that made me uncomfortable.“Is this what it has come to, Enzo?” he said mockingly, "picking a fight with me over a woman?”“I am not fighting you. I am simply making it clear to you that you should keep her out of your business and stay away from her.”“I
Tabitha:Fuck! He knew! He fucking knew!My heart was racing in my chest. More than once, I had smelled my fingers since he left, and I could smell them: my juices, on the tips of my fingers. He didn’t seem mad, but he was going to be if he found out that I touched myself and the chef saw me. He wa
Enzo:I sat in the waiting room, pacing back and forth, running my hands through my hair. My breathing was shallow and shaky. Tabitha was in one of the wards, and I had still heard nothing from the staff yet. “Fuck,” I groaned, sitting down on one of the benches and burying my face in my hands. Th
Tabitha:At the window, I watched Enzo get into the car and drive away. I huffed and slid down to the floor as his car’s hum disappeared. I can’t believe I was staying in his room. My face twisted, and I raised the hem of my shirt to look at my stitches. They still hurt. The pain meds were doing d
Tabitha:I lay back in the back of the car, happy to be out of that hell hole. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt, and Enzo’s eyes met mine, igniting the familiar sting in the back of my hand. I sighed. For the entire ride, I had developed the habit of lifting my shirt to look at the stitches on







