Mag-log inSARA’S POVLaurent nodded as though he had actually heard me and was going to listen to me but in actuality, his eyes remained fixated on my face. He didn’t move too, and kept his hands close to my head.Bracing myself with a scowl etched on my face to keep him from closing the distance between us inappropriately, I pushed myself off the wall and forced myself to walk past him.I kept my focus on the wall and on the doors, anything to help me feel sane. Laurent had already gotten a whiff of my drunkenness and it occurred to me that I couldn’t let him know just how much the alcohol had taken control of my body and vision.Who knew what he would do otherwise.I had to act like I was okay, just until I made it back to our reserved room but the heat was curling through my veins and a strange heaviness settled behind my eyes, making my shut intermittently and forcing me to pinch the space between my brows to stay awake.Then, I figured out that I couldn’t make it to the guest room in this
SARA’S POVThe chair scraped loudly against the floor as I stood, the sound cutting through the low murmur of conversation around the table.Too loud.Everything felt too loud.“I’ll be right back,” I repeated, more for myself than for anyone else, because my ears were ringing and my thoughts felt slow, as though they were wading through something thick.I didn’t wait for a response.The walk to the restroom felt longer than it had earlier. The corridor lights were warmer now, softer, and the carpet beneath my heels seemed to dip and rise in ways it hadn’t before. I focused on putting one foot in front of the other, on keeping my posture upright, on not letting the dizziness show.You barely drank anything, I told myself.It was just a sip.My reflection in the mirror startled me when I pushed into the restroom. I looked pale. My eyes seemed unfocused, glassy, like I’d been crying though I hadn’t.I braced my hands on the sink, breathing slowly.In and out, with really slow motions
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe dining room shone under the chandeliers and the soft clinking noise of cutleries accompanied the quiet hum of polite conversation. Sara adjusted her posture, making sure the tension in her shoulders was not noticeable.She had stepped in with a facade of cam politeness, even though her eyes had carefully scrutinized everyone in the room, starting from the first two people she was wary of-Laurent and Lisa.She thought she and Alaric had left their hotel quite early but they were still one of the last ones to arrive here but nobody had pointed that out or mentioned it although Sara had a feeling someone would have said something had she not come with Alaric.Leah had taken the seat beside Alaric with a practiced ease, sliding in as though she owned the place and surprisingly, Alaric let her.Sara however didn't think much of it and thought it had much to do with the private conversation Leah had held with him yesterday.She assumed something had happened between
SARA'S POVThe next morning, I stood in front of a mirror, way longer than was necessary, just staring blankly at my reflection in it, even though I was supposed to be inspecting my outfit.I'd chosen to put on a black tailored trousers and a cream silk blouse, not exactly a good option for dinner but it sure did keep me comfortable.My choice of jewelry was very minimal as well, I made sure to select pieces that wouldn't be too provocative or misinterpreted.As they say, if one was aware of impending harm, it was best to take precautions to avoid it.Who knew if my clothes would end up being something to be nitpicked over. Moreover, I didn't think there would be many females in attendance.To be frank, I only knew of myself and Leah.When I finished getting dressed, I slipped into heels that I felt would be comfortable for the entire evening as well and stepped out of my room.I met up with Alaric at the lobby, where he had texted me to say he would be waiting for me.He was dressed
SARA'S POV I didn't miss the way Leah glanced at me the moment the dinner was mentioned, or how Laurent's gaze flicked to me with interest.It provoked a sense of unease within me whose origination I could not place. The way they both glanced over, right about the same time made it feel as though they were in on something that I wasn't but I rejected that thought a second later.Although they were both employees of the same company, their roles were completely different and I had never seen them in close interaction with each other, so to assume that they were acting in synonymously was far-fetched.Laurent finally dragged his gaze away from me, and he tapped his fingers repeatedly on the table, "I believe we have all earned this."His gaze slid in my direction again, sharp and unwelcoming and it made the furrow of my brows deepen.Alaric glanced over at me then, and the reassurance in his brows made the tightness of my chest ease.Maybe the dinner wouldn't be so bad after all, and m
SARA’S POVThe next morning began like nothing had changed and that in itself was unsettling. Vienna city looked the same from my window.It was the same city I had admired upon my arrival here. The movements of cars were still just as orderly and even if anything significant had happened the night before, there was no indication of it.I got dressed, selecting the most monotone colors I could find and I didn’t check my phone until I was done strapping my wristwatch to my wrist. There were no missed calls or messages when I checked and I let out a slow exhale. “No news is good news.”I knew those words weren’t true for all cases but I hoped it was for mine.My phone buzzed the instant I grabbed my bag, with a message from Alaric.It read; “I need to do something urgently and won’t be able to have breakfast with you. I however did make a reservation for you so ensure you have breakfast before heading to the office.”The message was detailed and very thoughtfully written. I smiled at t







