“How could you do this to your brother, Lucas?” My mother confronted, her voice laced with rage as she shook her head in disappointment. It was past 9am. I was all set to leave the house, but made a quick stop at the dining table to have breakfast, when my mother showed up from the kitchen, slamming me with questions. “I didn’t raise you to be this vile, Lucas!” She exclaimed ,her voice rising. I gazed off as I continued churning the smashed pieces of bread in my mouth, with my fingers hung around the handle of the coffee cup. She continued speaking, her voice dripping in fury.“You couldn’t even spare an hour to visit your brother at the hospital.” “What has come over you?” She thundered, the veins around her neck visible, her face stern. “Have you lost your mind?”“That’s enough”, I snapped, dropping the cup of coffee against the table, a bang sound piercing the air. My gaze drifting to hers, my anger seeping to the surface. “Ethan deserves every bit of pain h
“I’m impressed with the designs”. The client commended. “But I’m afraid, the stakes are high”. “Your designs passed the first criteria, which is a great step towards getting the contract”. The client informed, his voice low and calm. I sat at the dining table, my phone pressed against my ears, as I and one of my clients discussed. “I request that the elaborated designs are sent by tomorrow, Mr. Brooks”. “Alright, I will get it sorted”. The line went dead. I sighed deeply, my mind troubled. Emilia was the one that outsourced for the designers that worked on the sketch.I should call her right away, since she has been the one discussing with the designers and also understands the scope of the project.It's only right she’s brought on board with this. I thought aloud, my fears deflated. I need this contract for the Brook’s franchise. It will increase our revenue for the month. I picked up my phone from the dining table, and then dialed Emilia’s number. Just
“I won’t let you leave without you telling me what I did wrong”. Fredrick retorted, his brows furrowed. “You owe me that at least”. I paid no attention to his outburst as I went ahead with clearing my desk in silence. “Say something Emilia”. He demanded, slamming his palm against my desk. The bang sound echoed through the room, my nerves jumpy as I jerked in my seat, my eyes narrowed in fear. My gaze drifted to his face, his eyes twitching, his palm visibly shaking. “I just don’t belong here Fredrick”, I whispered, my expression sad as I gently stood up from my seat to take my leave. Fredrick stared blankly into space, his gaze fixed on my seat. “But I….”Before he could complete his sentence, I had already gotten out of the office, shutting the door behind me. I couldn’t bear to see him suffer especially for something beyond his control. My chest panged with a dull ache, a wave of guilt washing over me as I walked down the stairs. Upon getting to the entrance o
“Is the offer still open?” I asked Fredrick, my mind in doubts about if I was doing the right thing or this was just me setting myself up. I had barely had a good sleep the previous night. My mind in conflicts about what next to do. I just got fired and in no time Tyler would come for me. Fredrick has offered me a job, one that I didn’t even apply for. I need a job badly, but is working with Fredrick what I want? My mind reeled with questions. The more I thought deeply about it, the harder it was to make a decision. How about I just put these conflicting thoughts aside and just face it. Pick up my phone. Put a call across to Fredrick, and ask if the offer was still open. Isn’t life about taking risks? The pay is huge, and I would be as free as a bird in no time, after clearing my debt. I thought to myself. “Yes, why do you ask?” His question jolted me back from my reverie. “Hold on! You want the job?” Fredrick asked, his voice dripping with excitement. “W
My world spun out of my control, my face slowly fell to the steering wheel, my consciousness fading away. The horn tooted as my head sagged forward. Darkness lingered, a high pitched whine sound glazed my ear canal, which was soon replaced with a distant blare of sirens that softly seeped in my ears.The wailing sound hovered, pulling me back, my consciousness slowly setting in. My eyelids hazily opened, my vision blurry as I slowly raised my head from the steering wheel. At first I saw nothing, just shapes of objects, then a few seconds later, my blurred vision slowly became clearer.The shapes, turning into familiar images, my reality feeling distorted. Half of my car’s bonnet was smashed into the fence, with smoke drifting from the dented bonnet of the car. The windshield shattered, with broken pieces of the glass on the dash board.I shifted my head slowly to the dented side mirror to see blood seeping from the edge of my forehead and from my nostrils. A sharp pa
Just as one would expect when getting to a bar to have some drinks at mid-day. The bar was quiet, with a few people having midday drinks. Solemn and calm instrumental music drifted softly from the speakers. I looked for an empty seat close to windows, just so I can be able to stare at the view whilst having some drinks. Just before I ordered a drink, I thought to send a text message to Jennifer, so she could at least know the latest updates with my stay at the Brooks’ franchise whenever she picks up my phone. A few seconds after I sent the text, her call came in. It felt like she had her phone close, longing to get a call or a text from me.“Emilia, are you okay? I just got your text”.“Where are you?”“I’m at the bar two streets away from the office. I answered, my voice low and calm”. “I’m so sorry Emilia”. “You know I…”“Yeah I know you warned me about my decision”. “I know”, I interrupted, cutting her words short.“Even at that, who would have thought I woul