Catherine started her day as usual. She always had her to-do list prepped ahead of time. A part of her day that she always enjoyed was staring out of the window. It gave her a sense of peace, watching as busy people made their way out. Cars honked erratically. She just loved how unpredictable this city was.
It sure different from the small town she grew up in. This city was a dream. It encompassed everything she ever wanted. Truth be told, Catherine was a dreamer. That’s all she ever did.She had the sweet taste of satisfaction on her lips as she made her way to her small kitchen situated at the entrance of her cube-sized apartment. Her breakfast was always simple; avocado toast and runny eggs.“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, noticing the faucet was still broken. It was an old building, so most of the appliances and amenities were archaic. At night, the hissing sound coming from the radiator put them to sleep. It was going to be one cold winter.After spending the most part of her life serving tables, she made a conscious effort to incorporate a lot of healthy lifestyle choices. So, most part of her time was spent in her small kitchen.There are certain things fast-food chains don’t tell you about their methods and procedures. That’s why she never ate out, at least that was the reason she gave her friends. The real reason was the crippling debt she was in.The only form of pity Catherine encouraged was self-pity. Any other kind was not welcome.“Cathy! Could you please get me my towel? I forgot it”“Again!”, she groaned, frustrated. Ruby was Cathy’s friend and roommate, sometimes a pain and other times, a gem.“Please, Cathy!”, she cried out. Catherine clung onto her pen knife tightly, trying her best to think only happy thoughts.“I’m going to get it!”, she raged, walking to Ruby’s bedroom and grabbing the neatly folded towel from the bed. The house was a two bed, one bath. That was the best she could get with the budget she had in New York. It was even worse for her because she moved in summer when the housing market was intense.“Here”, she stretched her arm and handed her the towel.Catherine was a writer. The main reason she moved to the city was because of her non-existent writing career. She had already started talking to agents about her new book. She had emailed a ton of them and today, for the first time, one agreed for a meeting.The venue was a local coffee shop in downtown Brooklyn, one she visited often because of their impeccable service and nice view of the city.“Cathy! Wear a skirt, you’ll look more professional“, her roommate yelled from her room.“It’s a casual meet up. I’m not trying to apply for an office job”, she chuckled.Gathering her things from the drawer, she stumbled upon a piece of paper. It was the note her mother had given her the day she applied for her first job. It said : “Good luck my little cat cake“.Catherine tore it up, squeezed with all her might, and threw it into her small stainless waste bin. “No negative energy today”, she whispered as the surrounding air became thin.She held herself together for a solid second, but she knew she had lost control when she heard a wheezing sound coming from her throat.“Catherine! Catherine!”, her roommate called out. She ran through Catherine’s door, which stood ajar, placing her hand on her back and rubbing vigorously. Catherine was having a panic attack. By now, she was used to it. It happened every now and again. She gets this sinking feeling in her chest, then her throat feels like it’s closing in.“Are you okay?”, her roommate asked as her breathing gradually returned to normal. Catherine nodded, grabbing her manuscript and laptop from the desk. She sprinted out of the apartment with jeans, a sweatshirt and running shoes.As usual, the train was packed and her anxiety had caused her to miss her regular seat. Surprisingly, the thirty-minute transit felt shorter today and sitting between people wasn’t as suffocating as usual.She got to the coffee shop, her usual breath of fresh air which now it seemed like it was taking her breath away, and not in a good way.Catherine scanned the room thoroughly for any new faces. She didn’t bother calling the agent because by now she knew everyone who visited the coffee shop, even the employee ’ names by heart.There was a man at the far end with a laptop in front of him. That was her guy. Immediately, they locked eyes. He waved, gesturing for her to take a seat.“A pleasure to meet you, I’m Dave,” the man had a British accent with not many striking facial features. He had one of those boring librarian’s, prim and proper looks that Catherine hated.She held out her hand to take his, which was already in the air, expectant. “I’m Flora, Catherine Flora“.“I know who you are. I mean, would I be here if I didn’t?“, he chuckled dryly. She didn’t find it funny. “Silly me“, she said, forming a half smile.“Well, let’s get down to business, shall we?”, he chuckled again.“Let’s”, she got her backpack off the desk and struggled to get her huge manuscript out of it.“There would be no need for that. I still have the copy you emailed me”“Oh, okay”, his tone was disorienting. She couldn’t tell when he was joking or serious.“Your book, your book is….”, he paused, taping the desk with one finger.“It’s umm…”, he stopped his incessant humming as the sound of broken glass and sighs of concern filled the café.Catherine’s attention shifted to the table on the opposite end of the coffee shop. It seemed like a newbie had spilled coffee on one of the businessmen that patronized the shop.“Do you know expensive this suit is?”, he yelled at the young girl who knelt before him. She gave him a pitiful look, apologizing at every chance she got.Catherine didn’t quite understand it. These men visited the café next every day for the last month. She’d join in on the staff gist most weekends when she really didn’t want to go home. The “men in black “as they were called, barely ordered anything, when they did, they paid extra, too much even.She grabbed a tablecloth and attempted to dab his suit with it. The man shifted swiftly in an unexpected manner, causing the girl to fall down.“Are you crazy? You’re really trying to ruin my suit!”, at this point, people had their phones out already.Catherine was fed up with all she had seen. She marched up to the table, ignoring the company of bodyguards that stood tall.“With all due respect, sir, I think you are the one who’s crazy,” the young man’s face had lost all its expression. His eyebrows had formed a crease, and he was now smirking. The hefty men beside him waited patiently for an order. When they got none, they stood still, silently cheering their boss on.Tessa tugged on Catherine’s jeans, begging her to stop talking. “I need this job, stop it!”, she mouthed slowly.“And who do you think you’re talking to?”“You! It’s a bad thing you didn’t wear your name tag,” Catherine was incredibly feisty. She wasn’t one to sit and watch whilst someone was humiliated. Especially by privileged people.“I don’t need one“, he said with a smug look. “My name is Donovan Smith, remember it!”. He exited the coffee shop, making sure to give the manager an apprehensive look.How could a person be so arrogant?All phones were down and inside the owner’s bags or pockets as the party exited the shop.“Are you crazy? You almost got me fired”, Teresa let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you”, she said, hugging Catherine tightly.“Almost?”, Jerry, the manager, chuckled dryly.“What?”, Catherine said with concern.Without taking a second look at her, he said, “Tessa, you’re fired!”.“What! Why!”, she said with a shaky voice.“I’m sorry, it’s just business”, he said in a reckless abandon.“But you know my mum is sick and I’m the only one she has. How am I going to find a new job?”, she was already sobbing.“I’m sorry, the situation cannot be helped. It’s either you or me. He can buy this shop if he so pleases”.Catherine felt a surge of guilt flow through her being. If she had just sat still. With all the chaos she had forgotten she had an interview to attend. She turned in the direction of her table with so much hope just to find the table empty. Dave was gone.Teresa left the coffee shop immediately. She needed to inform her mother about the new development and also get her prescription from the doctor.“Shit”, Cathy mumbled, packing all her items into her bag, lugging it out of the shop and onto the train.Sadness had filled her expression, and the situation worsened when she walked in on her roommate making out with her boyfriend on the couch. “You have a room Ruby! “, she rolled her eyes.Catherine got a bag of chips from the kitchen cabinet and walked sluggishly to her room. She changed into her usual outfit; a huge casual shirt and men’s boxers. She always said they brought her comfort. The sound of the front door shut was a clear indicator that Adam was gone. And the sound of Ruby’s footsteps fast approaching proved her right.“I’m coming in”, she said, pushing the door open.“Okay, huge shirt. What’s the matter?”, she pouted. Catherine heaved a deep sigh.“Speak! “, Ruby’s tone was impatient. She knew how this usually paned out. Catherine would get upset, make a huge deal about something, then struggle to vocalize her problems.“I got Tessa fired today,” she said in a reckless abandon.“How?““Some dude named Donovan Smith—““Wait! Stop there ”, Catherine was confused but obeyed.“Did you just say Donovan?”, Ruby continued.“Yes”, Cathy nodded.“Okay, continue”, she was grinning like an idiot.“He came to the café, and I was talking to the agent and—”, she spoke in a lackluster manner.“Wait! The agent actually came? Did you finish?”“No”, she shook her head. “Can I continue?”, she rolled her eyes in irritation.“Sorry, fine”, Ruby pouted as she raised her hands in defeat.“As I was saying,”, she cleared her throat, then continued. “Interview, glass broke, Tessa spilled coffee”.“Tessa spilled what?”, he eyes bulged out.“Yeah, it was an accident. She spilled coffee on the guy’s suit. But she apologized,” Catherine emphasized each word.“Then?”, Ruby was impatient.“Then, she tried wiping it off, and he started screaming“.“Was she trying to ruin his suit? I mean—”“That was exactly what he said. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I stood up and yelled back at him,” Catherine’s words were slow with a hesitant tone when she noticed the change in Ruby’s countenance.“Catherine Flora, what have you done?”“What?““You just couldn’t sit through it for a solid minute? Now Tessa’s going to be homeless”“But, it wasn’t my fault”“Sure.” Ruby rolled her eyes with distaste.“I’m really sorry Rubs. What can I do now?”, her tone was incredibly apologetic.“Beg!” Ruby said with certitude.“Beg-g?”, Cathy stuttered.“Yeah,” she pulled Cathy’s laptop closer and typed swiftly. “Here”, she pointed the screen, revealing her search. She made sure to point at the screen, making reference to the office address boldly written.“Huh? You want me…to beg, at his office?,” her eyes were wild with irritation.“Teresa’s mother, Cathy, think,” Ruby’s tone was soft and patient. It made Cathy contemplate carefully.“Okay, I’ll do it. What’s the address?,” she grabbed a piece of paper and pen from her drawer. When she had finished scribbling down the address, she put on her sweatshirt and pants.“What are you doing?““There’s no time like the present”“And what does that mean?”“It means, I’m going right away”“But, you don’t have an appointment”“I’ll get one!”, Cathy was halfway to the door when Ruby yelled, “What are you going to say?”.“I’ll figure it out,” she yelled back.The train ride to zenith incorporate was long, but at least she got her regular seat, the closest one to the door. Immediately, the train stopped. She pushed herself through the door, making sure to account for all her possessions before running off.“Woaw,” she stood in awe of the massive skyscraper that was Zenith. “I see the need for the name now”. Cathy watched as well-dressed men and women made their way in and out.“Should have worn a suit,” she whispered. As hard as Cathy tried to blend in, it was impossible. She could be spotted from a mile away.Getting into the building proved quite difficult with the huge men that stood tall at its entrance. She took an uncomfortable position near a street corner. When there was a shift change, she made her move.She approached the elderly man who replaced the previous guys. He looked like he was in his sixties. “Hello, good afternoon. I’m looking for Mr. Smith”.“Which one?”“Shit, I didn’t know there were two, Mr. Smiths,” she mumbled.“There are two Mr. Smith’s young lady, the younger Smith and the older Smith,” she was shocked he could make out what he she said. Wasn’t he wearing a hearing aid?“Okay, then I’m looking for the younger Smith”,” she explained.“He got in much earlier, then left. You can come back tomorrow 7am”“7am? Who wakes up by 7?,”“Mr. Smith does, every day “. Why would any self respecting billionaire come to work at such a weird time?“Sorry to ask but, will you be here tomorrow?”“Yes, 6:30. I can tell him you came by. What’s your name?”“Flora, my name is Catherine Flora. What’s your name?”, she asked politely.“Gale““Okay Gale, see you tomorrow,” she smiled warmly.Audacious, arrogant and damn attractive. Donovan Smith was these three things and more. 6’1 embodiment of pure masculinity and an irresistible aura. The stunning twenty-three-year-old has a hand full of magazine articles to his credit. The business tycoon, amongst other names he was referred to, was the one that stuck out most. So much so that he was featured on Forbes as the most influential male in the world of business. Editors from the New York Times knew his name too well. He was Donovan to business partners, colleagues and associates, dick head to his competitors and rivals and Dony to his family and friends. Donovan woke up happy and very expectant this Monday morning. He was finally going to put the lid on this acquisition deal that had been lingering for too long. He had a nice view of the building he planned to purchase from a small cafe called Nexco. “The car is ready,” Kenny, his right-hand man, spoke softly as he walked into the huge study of the Smith mansion. “Okay,
Catherine woke up by 4am to get a head start. She knew it was going to be a long day. She went by her usual routine, never breaking out of it. Ruby was also dressed. She had a flight to catch by 6am. “You ready? You sure you can do this” “I’m sure!” Catherine nodded in affirmation. The two girls exited the apartment and got on the train. Day two at ‘Zenith Inc’. Like Gale said, he was on duty this morning. It was 6:45, and this time, Catherine dressed the part. Even though the clothes weren’t here’s, she wore them well. “Hi, Gale,” Cathy greeted warmly. “He’s in there, but he’s really busy. You can go in anyway. You have an appointment, right?”. She nodded comically, walking through the revolving doors. The entire office building was filled with angst. Catherine observed how people huddled up in groups, talking with low voices. “Yeah, this one girl was crying “, a staff said. “I saw two of them with mascara ruined,” the other one continued. What could they have been talking
“How can someone be so damn stubborn?”, Donovan punched into his dashboard. “We need to do something, and fast,” Kenny explained. “You think I don’t know that Kenny boy?”, Donovan glared. “I’m sorry, but you should have been more rational” “It’s all that girl’s fault,” he groaned. “Umm, he just needs someone to see, right?”, he asked Kenny to clarify. “Yes,” he nodded. “I’m going back in.” He swung the car door open “Sir—,” he was gone before Kenny could convince him otherwise. He walked through towards her cell at full speed. No matter how many times he entered a room, he still got the same respectful bows. He was already used to it and couldn’t imagine anything otherwise. *** “You are utterly ungrateful!”, he grumbled. “I know”, she got into the back seat of the car with mouth agape, she observed the clean finishes on the luxury vehicle. He was appalled and revolted. The drive to the first location was quiet and smooth. “Aren’t we getting out?”, she spoke. When she didn’
“Shit, Cathy. What have you gotten yourself into?,” Catherine mumbled under her breath, regretting why she didn’t just accept his request. She sat there pouting and contemplating. Suddenly, the place became quiet again. The exact same silence that happened when Donovan entered the station. Was this one of the perks of being rich? Just like she thought, it was him. But why’d he come back? *** Her eyes lit up with excitement as she stepped into the luxury car. The plush leather seats felt like a comfort she hadn’t experienced in a while. The closest to a good transport experience was the bus, and the seats were no where as nice as this. Her fingers grazed the smooth fabric, and she couldn’t help but marvel at the comfort beneath her touch, a stark contrast to the stained seats she was accustomed to. Cathy called herself back when she realized she was almost drooling. They drove for a while, then stopped at the mall. “What are you doing at a clothing store? Don’t tell me you’re abo
The next morning, Donovan was in the study going over the plans for Nigel’s honorary award when he heard a knock. “D”, Kenny called out again. Even if he was three years older than Donovan, a large part of Kenny still feared him, especially when he was in this state—brooding. “Kenny boy”, Donovan called out. Donovan called out, “Kenny boy,” Kenny adjusted his body until his shoulders were perfectly squared.. “How many times”, he took a pause to let down his shades. He was always a fan of dark shades, even indoors he would wear them. “Have I told you—”, he pounded his fists on the desk then continued. “Never to call me ‘D’ again?”, he finished saying. His eyebrows had now formed a crease. “I’m sorry-y—”, Kenny said with lips almost quivering. Donovan dropped back into his leather chair and took a spin. After he was satisfied, Donovan turned to where Kenny stood. He contemplated before speaking. “Please continue”, he let out a huge sigh. “Your grandfather wants you,” Donovan sat
Catherine got down from her Uber. She parked a few blocks from the hotel. The original amount was outrageous, so she decided to walk the rest of the way. This hotel was situated in one of the most prestigious places in the city, Gravity Cove. She watched as well-dressed men and women made their way in. All sorts of luxurious vehicles parked in front, handing their keys over to the valet. Her self-esteem was gone, no doubt. She took hesitant steps with her head bowed slightly. If confidence was a requirement to enter into the hotel, Catherine would stand outside for weeks on end. She mooched aimlessly, her thoughts in complete disarray, trying desperately to find a place to hid herself. She was overwhelmed at the level of luxury in the five start Hotel. She didn’t remember the last time she entered a place so classy. “He didn’t even tell me where to go”, she sighed. After walking around the ground floor for a while, there was no sign of him. She went to the concierge desk. “I’m loo
“Fuck me!”, Donovan yelled as he brushed his hands through his jet black hair. “What should I do now?”, he mumbled, undecided. At this point, all he felt was regret. Why would he treat her like that? Did she even get to eat anything? Why did he care? He felt a series of emotion. The capital one was disappointment. He’s blamed his grandfather for all the hard decisions he had to make and every form of pettiness he had displayed since age eight. But now, it was all him. He paced the floors for a couple of minutes. A loud knock got pulled him from his contemplation. “I’m coming in”, Kenny spoke from outside. He opened the door and walked in. He wore sweats and a hoodie. “Ready?”, Donovan stood confused. “Ready to do what?” he asked for clarity’s sake. “To make amends, get dressed”, Donovan had a rush of relief. He wondered at times what life would be like without Kenny. Donovan took a quick shower and got dressed, causal like the occasion demanded. They got into the elevator. “W
“He is so unbelievable”, she said to herself. “How can someone be so rude!”. Catherine speed walked towards the door and locked it. Both the key and dead bolt. “Douchebag”, she cussed as she took off the towel and applied lotion to her skin. She noticed the clothes, neatly folded on the bed. Her eyes glanced at the underwear that sat on the neat pile. “Perv”, she mumbled, picking it up with one hand. She slipped it on. “It fit! How’d he know my sized”, her cheeks were flushed. There was a knock on the door. She panicked and ran back into the bathroom quickly. She felt anxious. What if he got close to her again? A smile appeared on her face. “It’s locked”, she heard a female voice say from behind the door. “She may be in the shower, just wait outside,” that was Kenedy’s voice. “Yeah, I locked the door”, she sighed with relief slipping on her clothes. She opened the door to find a lady carrying a tray. Definitely in her forties. “Good morning Madame”, the lady walked in and place