تسجيل الدخولI could see through the shirt he was wearing and for some reason, it felt so wrong. I mean, it was wrong. That was my boss.When he got closer to where I was standing, I looked back at him. His gaze landed on me and then his eyes narrowed, like he was trying to recognize me or something…That shocked me more than seeing him.“What are you doing here?” he asked.I opened my mouth. What?Was he saying he was aware that…Nothing came out of my open mouth. His eyes went from mine to the ground and he sighed.“Mrs Klaire.”I finally found my voice. “Sir.”“Why are confidential documents scattered across my floor?”My face reddens.Right. The papers. I had totally…forgotten. I immediately crouched. Trying to gather them. Only for another hand to reach down first.Large hands are grabbing the same page as me, at the same time. Our eyes met briefly and I released the paper.A frownremsived on his face while he gathered the rest of the files. “Why would Hale send you here?”“I asked the same
I stood in the middle of the living room, surrounded by gift boxes and half-opened bags, staring at walls that didn’t have cracks in them. No leaking ceiling, no noisy neighbors. No moans from the very person I was living with…I mean if there ever get to be moans in this apartment, it would be coming from my husband and me.Oh, no. The thought remained weird. Not that I wasn’t attracted to Lance. He was…veryyy fine. But, I…Sighs.I just couldn’t find the butterflies. The longing… the desire to pull him so close to me. I would assume it was because of our flash marriage. But I didn’t want to continue a loveless marriage. I was going to find that desire in Lance. He was a good man.I slowly turned in a circle. Then laughed.“Wow.”Time moved really fast and I wasn’t as useless as I thought I would have been after everything. I dropped onto the couch and a grin stretched across my face.For the first time in a very long time, life felt… manageable. I had a decent place to stay.My pho
One moment Grandmother was sleeping, the next, the nurses rushed into the room, and machines were making noises I never wanted to hear again.Doctors appeared from nowhere.And once again, I found myself standing outside the hospital room with absolutely no control over the situation.By sunrise, the doctors had managed to stabilize her. The word was beginning to lose its meaning.Stable. For how long?The only thing they kept repeating was that she needed rest. And apparently, so did I. Two days later, a nurse practically threatened to call security if I didn’t go home.I looked terrible.So after ensuring Grandmother was sleeping peacefully, I finally left the hospital. Only to return several hours later, because apparently, I had no life outside of this anymore. By evening, I was sitting in the hospital cafeteria reviewing reports when a familiar voice interrupted me.“You look like death.” He placed a cup of coffee before me. "Drink.”"Is it poisoned?""It could be…" he sat at th
With my hands in my pockets, I stood at the entrance of the emergency room, staring at the closed doors. Hospitals had a smell I hated. Cold and Lifeless.A nurse hurried past me. No words were said by anyone. And it made everything worse. For the first time in a very long time, there was absolutely nothing I could do. Except waiting.I hated it.Finally, the emergency room doors opened. I was on my feet before the doctor could even speak."How is she?" I asked, impatiently.The man removed his glasses. “She's stable.""Stable?""Her blood pressure dropped significantly."I frowned. "And why is that?”"Exhaustion. Stress. Age."Age.Everyone kept saying that. Even her private doctors, but how does that explain everything? Grandma looked healthy, talked healthily, and could still bounce back into corporate business if she wanted. She had the brains for it. She never did any rigorous activities either, nor was her diet…The doctor continued. “We've managed to stabilize her, but she ne
I practically skipped into the building that morning. I would be setting my clock to Moscow time this week, which meant I would be finishing all my work for the day by 10.00 am just to be culturally accurate.Haha.But for the first time in weeks, there wasn’t an Aleksander Vilmorre waiting to throw impossible tasks at my head.He was gone and the thought alone made me smile.No cold stares. No surprise meetings. No mysterious promotions. No “Mrs Klaire, explain this.”By ten in the morning, half the office had noticed my mood.Including Mr. Hale.Unfortunately.He caught me chatting with the marketing department when I was supposed to be reviewing reports.“You seem happy.”I looked up. Mr. Hale stood in the doorway with folded arms.“I’m always happy.”“Liar.”I laughed.“What makes you think that?”Hale walked into the room. "The fact that you’ve visited five departments in two hours.”“Well, I am feeling the office with enthusiasm while my lovely boss is away. Our productivity wou
Elise’s smile dropped for a second when I finished my sentence. We were seated inside my office after work hours. Most employees had already left."Why all of a sudden?" Her eyes blinked several times. "You said it was not the time to meet her. You said it would take a long while before you decide it"“I did say that. But she truly wants to meet you before going to Moscow." I swallowed. "I do not want to let grandmother know we are not getting on with this relationship, so we really need to…" The words sounded ridiculous at the very thought. "…we need to pretend that we are in love."Elise blinked."So I get to meet your grandma before you both leave for the airport,” she asked again, to be sure."Yes," I responded. As much as I expected her to be excited for this meeting, she seemed rather disappointed. "Are you fine with it, Elise?" I asked.She cleared her throat. "Erhm. I mean. You told me not to speak to her for now.""And I think I am wrong for that. Maybe, you should truly meet







