If I’m hesitating before, now I’m convinced that I cannot write about the budget discrepancy carelessly. Not when they’re threatening Steffan. Poor Steffan, always getting in trouble because of his association with me. I finally realized what he meant when he told me I shouldn’t be at the expo. Maybe he found something troubling and he knew I wouldn’t let it go if I found out.
“Thanks for waiting,” I heard Steffan’s voice and I was flooded with relief. I thought he was already kidnapped by those ladies and wouldn’t come home to me anymore. And that thought was enough for me to wrap my arms around him while burying my head on his chest.
“Thank you, Steffan,” I said in a mumbled voice. He was surprised by my action but we stayed in that position until we heard a familiar voice.
“Try to lessen the PDA, lovebirds. Parking lot is still a public area,” Alex reminded before walking past us to
Arranging for Colette’s affairs have taken much of my morning and when I reached our apartment, it was almost noon. I was expecting her fuming at home because of the bad reviews but I found the living room dark with the blackout curtains drawn.I let the door open allowing the natural light to seep inside but the image that greeted me etched deep in my soul. I found her lying on the couch, letting out soft sobs, too tired to even move. I have heard screams of anger, or cries of anguish but nothing could prepare me to hear her soft sobs of surrender. That and the pill bottles on the centre table answered my question before. How could she grow up fine after surviving everything she experienced? And the answer is staring at me right in the face. In the form of orange bottles.“Hey,” she greeted weakly as she tries to hide the bottles in a bag.I sat beside her not saying a word just observing what she’s doing. Just as she finished packing, I pulled her weightless body and sat her on my l
I couldn’t contain my excitement when Colette shielded me from those brats. The way she claimed me, ‘every time of every day’, tickled something inside and I must admit I liked it. But when she said it’s just to rescue me, I was so annoyed that I decided to spend the weekend at the mansion instead.But as soon as I arrived, I found the senior members already having their coffee. At 5 o’clock in the morning? Did they start early or the meeting isn’t finished yet? But I’m the head, I should know if there’s any emergency meeting. “Ah, how nice of you to visit,” Cane welcomed with his usual sarcasm.“What is this about?” I asked.“The senior members raised a valid concern and I’m just making sure that they are heard in your absence,” he replied.“Let’s hear it, shall we?” I urged in an impatient tone as I slowly looked at them one by one. The atmosphere turned tense and the temperature, cold, and I watched every subtle sign of uneasiness from them. And they should, because to be honest,
If I’m hesitating before, now I’m convinced that I cannot write about the budget discrepancy carelessly. Not when they’re threatening Steffan. Poor Steffan, always getting in trouble because of his association with me. I finally realized what he meant when he told me I shouldn’t be at the expo. Maybe he found something troubling and he knew I wouldn’t let it go if I found out.“Thanks for waiting,” I heard Steffan’s voice and I was flooded with relief. I thought he was already kidnapped by those ladies and wouldn’t come home to me anymore. And that thought was enough for me to wrap my arms around him while burying my head on his chest.“Thank you, Steffan,” I said in a mumbled voice. He was surprised by my action but we stayed in that position until we heard a familiar voice.“Try to lessen the PDA, lovebirds. Parking lot is still a public area,” Alex reminded before walking past us to
As soon as I asked my final question, I knew I hit a sore spot. The military’s reaction were priceless. Although there’s risk in what I did, the satisfaction of uncovering something important outweighs it.Last night, after crunching all the numbers, I found out the discrepancy. It was subtly hidden in a few lines across different documents but it’s there. And when I tallied it, the amount is enough to fund a small country’s defence. The question is, where did it go?I was still mulling over when the door opened to reveal old men in military uniform. These men were not in the event a while ago. The representatives must have called them to do damage control.“Good evening, Ms. Nicholson. This is General Smith, he’s the one responsible for this deal,” the representative introduced.I shook hands with the general but he kept his stoic façade while studying me.“Have you been taking your medi
The event hall was lively the whole morning even when the official event will only start in the afternoon. The morning is open for public to showcase the smaller drones for home and personal use. And I can tell it’s already a huge hit especially to children. The afternoon is a formal invite-only event where all stakeholders will be present to do press briefings. Our aim is to entice the public to buy our products but it seems we don’t need the afternoon event any more. We’ve already reached our sales quota within the first three hours of opening. And I can’t be any happier now. Nothing can shake my mood for the whole day.Or so I thought.As soon as the invited guests started arriving in the afternoon, the expo hall became livelier than usual. But no one was prepared when a certain someone walked in in a tight-fitting, off-shoulder black dress that accentuated all her curves in the right places. It wasn’t a revealing dress, but it makes people want to linger more trying to figure out
The room immediately turned cold as Jack’s piercing eyes slowly turned towards Elsie before speaking slowly.“Get. It. Done.” he enunciated each word before walking back to his desk, ending our short tea break.When I went back to my cubicle, I found stacks of magazines about military equipment spread out on my desk. I looked for the sender but Elsie blocked my path.“My office, now” she ordered in a flat tone.I think I know where this meeting will lead. Getting fired by Ara is something that’s still fresh in my memory and now walking towards Elsie’s office feels like déjà vu. “Do you know how long a new writer has to wait before they get sent out to cover a huge event?” she asked in a relaxed way.Of course, I know. But I’m not stupid to answer her question. I already know Jack wanted to assign a special task to me and she doesn’t agree. Either she thinks I’m not qualified or she thinks someone is better suited than me. Which one is it? I’m about to find out.“Jack wants you to at