Chapter Thirteen: At The Edge

Eve's POV 

I hit my bed with a thud. It was a really long day. I decided to take a long bath while reading my favorite novel. 

After the press conference, I told Mark to set a meeting with the board of directors tomorrow. 

A flashback of how people looked at me when the reporter accused me of lying my way into becoming Mr Arthur's daughter sent a shiver down my spine. 

I refused to answer  the question I was asked, and I ended the press conference not because I was afraid of what people would say or think, but because people will always believe what they want to. If I try to explain or defend myself it will only make me look guilty. 

Arthur gave me an opportunity and I will never take it for granted. I will never stop proving to myself or to him how grateful I am. 

I signed heavily. 

I soaked myself deeply into the bathtub that was filled with warm water ,and buried my head in the water for a while. It was peaceful. 

I was feeling better after having my long hot bath. My head and my mind felt fresh. I somehow figured out how to address the issue with the board and how to propose my solution as well. 

But as for the investigation, every person is a suspect until proven otherwise. Every person present will be questioned. I suggested that everyone get to rest today and the investigation should start tomorrow since most people are still in shock from the incident. And I only got back home after paying my visit to the affected persons in the hospital. 

I put on my red silk nightgown after applying some of my skin products and I loved the smell of my fragrances on my body. 

When I came in earlier, I noticed Logan wasn’t home yet. I didn't hear from him all day and the last time I did see him was at the meeting this morning. 

I resist the urge to call him. He might as well just hang up on me. He strictly made it clear to me that we are just married on paper, so there was no need to act like his wife when people are not watching. 

I headed down to the kitchen to fix myself something to eat. It has been a while since I ate my own meal. I am a very good cook, but since I got into the business world I barely eat my own homemade food. 

Cooking is like therapy for me. I never knew my mom and my dad was the only person I had  in my life for as long as I can remember. 

I started learning how to do things on my own at a very young age not because I was forced to, but because my dad spent most of his time working at the company and he would come back home sometimes really late and exhausted. And there was me always looking pale and hungry waiting for him. 

I saw how it made him sad knowing he couldn’t be available to take care of me, and he couldn’t afford a house help or nanny, so I took it upon myself to start learning a thing or two about cooking and maintaining the house just so I could wipe that sadness off of his face. 

He was like my super hero. He put in so much effort to make me live comfortably and I was pleased with everything he did for me. 

I still have no idea why he set Logan’s father’s company on fire fifteen years ago. 

My life's misery started from that day. I was back from school and it was almost time for dinner. My dad never misses dinner with me. The food was getting cold and it was unlike him to come back late but I still waited patiently for him. 

It wasn't just a normal dinner to me. I wanted to comfort him for losing his job and let him know that everything was going to be fine. I will always be his daughter and love him no matter what. 

But since he stormed out of the house in the morning when he received the news that he was fired, I didn’t hear from him again and that was why when I came back from school I decided to make him his favorite. It was actually both our favorite. 

After waiting for a while I decided to turn on the TV since I was starting to feel sleepy when I saw the headline news. 

HEADLINE NEWS: FIRE OUTBREAK AT SHELL COMPANY..

I didn’t read the headline until the end before realizing it was the company my father used to work at. He must have gone there this morning to beg for his job and he might have been given his job back and he  might as well be trapped in the burning building. 

At the thought of it, I immediately ran out of the house. I didn't mind that the dishes I made fell to the ground as a result of my motion. I couldn’t think about anything other than my father. 

It was a really cold night, but I didn’t mind that I was out without my coat and gloves since I have low tolerance for cold, and the cold could really affect me. 

I took the nearest cab down to the scene and when I got there. My heart dropped to the ground. 

It was dad holding a gallon of gasoline standing right in front of the building. 

My eye heated up. 

I was not able to get to him. The police were already all over the place and they cuffed him and took him away. 

I still couldn’t believe what I saw. I had no idea how I got home after asking the cops if I could see him and they said otherwise. 

I curled myself up on my cold bed and cried my eyes out.