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Wearing a uniform is better than becoming invisible.
It always surprises me in situations like this how easy it is for some to ignore a person in uniform. Clothing has so much power when it comes to revealing or disguising someone’s true nature.
Dress like a janitor, you’re a janitor and nobody looks at you twice.
Dress like a doctor, you are a doctor and will be given respect and admiration.
Dress like a waiter, and you might as well be a ghost. Most forget they ever saw you because you are so beneath their notice that you aren’t worth remembering.
Keeping my expression blank, I move through the elegantly clad throng. Avoiding e
We saw the police rushing into the hotel and headed straight for the elevator as Tilly and I made our way to the celebration dinner. The room became silent and still, but as soon as the doors closed, the room became noisy with suspicion as people made guesses about who and what just happened. Some are even considering not coming back next year. “This show is obviously cursed,” a woman in a tweed suit sniffed, “And it is poorly managed. The security here is FAR too lax.” I can’t argue with that statement. This event has had far more excitement than I’d ever want to experience again. Between almost getting kidnapped, someone trying to shoot Atlas, and now this, whatever it is, I think I could use a nice vacation.
[Atlas] Cordelia falls limp in my arms, her body completely unresponsive as I call her name over and over again. “Somebody call the paramedics!” I shout into the crowd as I sweep her into my arms. “Hurry, please, I think she might have been poisoned!” At the word “poisoned” the people around me began to panic, worried more about their own safety than that of my wife. How did this happen? How did I let someone get close enough to hurt her s
[Atlas] Pregnant. Cordelia is pregnant. I stop hearing what else she is saying because my mind is still reeling. How can she be pregnant? Remembering I am not alone, I take a breath and ask, “Two months?” “Around 10 weeks, give or take a day or two depending on when her last menstrual cycle was. The baby should be here by early summer…” she says with a bright smile. “Congratulations.” Our divorce was finalized two months ago. That would mean that she became pregnant just before we signed those papers. Give or take a few days. I think back to exactly when that pregnancy might have occurred. The night I found her drinking wine. Wine that was likely drugged by Sydney. The night she and I... Oh. No. It was only the one time. It’s not possible…I can’t…we can’t… “Mr. Steele,” the doctor calls my name. “Are you okay?” “I’m sorry, I just…It’s been a very long day,” I say to excuse my behavior. “Can I see her?” “As long as you do not disturb her,” the doct
[Cordelia] Someone is holding my hand. Opening my eyes just a crack, I see Atlas’ blond hair glowing in the nearby lamplight. He looks softer than he usually does with his hair askew and his shirt unbuttoned with cuffs rolled up to his elbows. He is always so crisply dressed, so cold and distant in the way he presents himself to the world–especially to me. Yet at this moment as he sits here holding my hand he looks soft, gentle, and warm. I gasp, my chest pounding as I moan in agony. My entire body feels abused and tender. “Cordelia,” he whispers, hearing me gasp, sitting up a bit str
[Cordelia]Atlas and I agreed to try and see if we could be in a relationship–a real romantic relationship.My ex-husband wants to be my boyfriend. And as such, he was convinced that he needed to start protecting me immediately.But I could see how tired he was, how much he needed to rest, so I shooed him away.“I’m not going anywhere,” I laughed. “And I need my sleep too.”He told me he’d be right back. So I rested my head on my pillows, closed my eyes, and let my body settle into a much-needed sleep, looking forward to a new day and a new start in life.When I opened my eyes again, the room was dark. Atlas isn’t here, but I can smell his lavender
[Atlas]She looked so tired when she asked me to leave, that I agreed to give her enough space to rest. I didn’t want to admit that I needed rest too. I was willing to watch over her sleeping form until I knew she was well enough to travel. I wanted to bring her home with me, but she refused. “I want to go slow,” she insisted. “Last time I was forced into your world. This time, I’d like to invite you into mine.”So I went home. Climbing into bed, I couldn’t sleep, haunted by memories of her and me together. Not just the unforgettable passion of that night when our child was conceived, but every kiss, every fight, and every interaction since. This time will be different because this time, we are coming together because we choose to, not because we are told to. Eventually, I gave up on sleeping.I won’t feel comfortable until I’ve seen her safely return to her home. Climbing out of bed, I wash, eat, and rush back to the hospital. When I get there, I don’t stop to check in but go dire
[Cordelia] I wake to the sound of birdsong and the warmth of the sun shining through the window near my bed. Blinking, I open my eyes to see a pleasant room painted in bright yellow with wooden furniture and large pillows in pastel colors. It all looks like something from a tropical dream of what Heaven might look like. “Atlas,” I call out into the quiet. There is no response. The last thing I remember is the feeling of his arms around me as we… The door creaks open. Suddenly alert, I sit up quickly. Too quickly. My head begins to pound and I suddenly feel like I might be sick with pain from the way my brain feels like jello inside of my skull. “What is wrong with me?” I mumble more to myself than to anyone else. “Where am I?” “You’re here, with me,” a cheery voice calls out. Moving my hands, my eyes take a moment to adjust. “Angelica?” I cannot believe my eyes. “But you disappeared? You’ve been gone for 5 years and I…” “What are you talking about, “ she smiles over her should
[Cordelia]“I can see you are still not convinced,” Angelica walks over to the dresser and pulls out a long sundress and undergarments. “Let’s go find Jude. He’ll help show you the truth.” She helps me get dressed, as my body is fairly unsteady. She tells me that this is normal for me after one of my “episodes.” There are times when my mind shuts down and I go in and out of consciousness for several days or even weeks. This time I had been asleep for a week and a half. “And every time I need to remind you of who you are and what has happened,” she sighs. “You seem to believe your dreams are real and this is a fantasy.” Guiding me gently by the arm, Angelica gives me a grand tour of the island. It is surprisingly close to home, just a short distance from Los Angeles. “Jude’s family has had property here in the Channel Islands for generations,” she explains as she continues to tell me more and more about a fiance I cannot remember going on and on about his merits. With the way her f