Love and Lies

"Breakfast, Mr. Fitz?" one of his maids asked.He barely gave her a glance as he mumbled, "No," moving along as quickly as possible, his briefcase in hand. Without waiting to hear another word, he walked out of the house and headed straight for his car where his driver was waiting. He opened the door and climbed in, settling into the backseat. "Good morning Mr. Fitz," his driver greeted and as usual, he ignored him, swiping out his phone and scrolling through his social media pages.As usual his name was on every news, every magazine, every blog. He rolled his eyes as he scrolled through tweets and posts of people praising him, thirsting over him, making very inappropriate comments. His phone rang and he swiped the green icon to answer it. "What is it?" He asked briskly without exchanging pleasantries. He waited to hear what the other person had to say before answering, "Ask them to wait, I'll be there in a minute." He hung up immediately. "Drive faster," he snapped at his driver.Th

Maeve stood on the first floor of the house, holding on to the railings as she stared at the decorated living room below her. It was absolutely beautiful and she couldn’t help but smile to herself with pride. She had really outdone herself – although, she actually didn’t do it herself, she obviously paid someone to do it. But she spent a huge sum of money on it, so she was allowed to be proud of herself. She glanced down again. In few hours, the house will be crowded with guests from different places. She had invited who was who in town – the businessmen and women, the most popular artistes, actors and actresses, popular influencers. She had even sent out messages and invites to different blogs, magazines and newspapers. This party was going to make the news by tomorrow; in fact, it would be the trending topic for the next few weeks – she’d make sure of that.“Miss Casalengo?” a voice called and Maeve turned to see her stylist – a middle aged white woman with auburn hair, standing beh

“That was a successful party we had on Friday night, don’t you think?” Bryan Casalengo asked his daughter, Maeve as she walked down the stairs dressed in a pair of black pants, a white lacy blouse topped with a black jacket. Her heels make a loud click-clack sound as she walked towards her father. “Good morning to you, dad,” She said, leaning down to kiss his cheek before taking her seat across him. “And yes, it really was a successful party.” She had spoken to as many investors as she could, familiarized herself with the bosses of the business world, even made a couple of acquaintances in the entertainment industry; and while some of them still doubted her capability, they thought her charming and sweet enough to want to talk to her. “Good. I think you will do great, Maeve. I believe in you,” He said. “Well, you are one of the few people who think that,” She muttered under her breath. For all her bravado, Maeve was a jumble of mess. She had spent all weekend coming up with a propo

The driver climbed out of the car, turning around to open the door for Maeve. He did it so fast and as soon as he opened the door, he jumped back. He had to because Maeve climbed out of the car so fast, she could have hit him without a care in the world, and he knew she was angry. He had seen it the moment they left the Bass Industries. She had climbed into the car and slammed the door close behind her, snapped at her personal assistant, Noelle Gentry and even at the driver. Noelle had silently gotten into the car with her, her hands folded meekly across her legs as she stared outside through the window. She and the driver both knew that any word from the both of them would infuriate Maeve further. As Maeve climbed out of the car, she slammed the door so hard, the car jerked. Noelle quickly climbed out, rushing after her. Maeve shoved her bag into Noelle's arms so roughly that the girl stumbled. Then, she whirled around and stormed into the office. The workers in the office immediate

Maeve laid sprawled across the bed, her eyes closed. Her alarm rang for the hundredth time and she reached out, slamming it off. She turned around on the bed and closed her eyes again. She wasn’t exactly sleeping. In fact, she was very much awake, she just refused to pull herself up from the bed; and no matter how she tried to force herself out of bed, her mind and body refused to cooperate. All she could think of was the fact that she had just lost one of the most important opportunities in her career to Dominic Fitz. Why would she be motivated to go to work after that? Why would she even want to go? So, everyone can whisper and gossip about how she was a failure? So, they can talk about how right they were when they said she was undeserving of the job? No, thanks. Maeve closed her eyes and willed her mind to go back to sleep. If she was asleep, she would not be forced to think about what was clearly going to become the biggest failure of her life. Just as her mind was about to coop