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The next day, Bryan called Lucille into his office. A smile on his face. "Well done Lucille. I hope working with Nick wasn't too bad. I know you didn't want to do it." "I didn't say I didn't." His smile brightened. "I think you deserve an explanation." "Explanation?" "Someone... or more, have been divulging information on the company to our competitors. We needed to know who. So only those who had the privilege of knowing these informations and-" He kept talking. Her mind was on the chores she had left undone at home. And how best to go about doing them. Then she heard, "I'm sure you understand." "I do." "Good. Now. Nick may have been the observer in all of this. But unfortunately, you will have to work with him some more. He reports directly to me." "You're keeping him on a leash?" She joked. He chuckled. "No. It's the job description." "So I will represent you again." "Yes, exactly. When the need arises. Obviously." She nodded. "That is
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Pretending. That's all he'd been doing all this time. She'd figured it out like Nina knew she would. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? Why did he have to come in and say all those things and promise promises he was planning on skipping out on? The more she thought, the angrier she got. Rage flooding through her like all the thoughts of moments when he'd been good and the times he'd insulted her before they found out and all the things he'd said. He made her believe him and trust him all so he could leave. Lie lie lie that's all he did. She remembered how she called for him in the hospital and hated herself for it. Because she'd trusted him. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Because she believed him, missed the signs and he just lied and pretended with no- Lucille moved the nearest table, brushing jars, plates, glasses, covered half of of a whole cake- everything on the table to the ground with all the rage in her, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her hands fell by her side
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Bryan gave attention to the papers on his desk. Knowing the Human Resources manager had just walked into his office, and yet not looking at her. "You shouldn't keep me waiting Miss." "I'm sorry sir. I just..." her voice squeaked. Like every other time she came before the big boss man. "Now I'm doing work I planned to do at home here." "I apologise. It's just. I noticed that your new assistant doesn't have a last name in her file and-" "I know what her last name is." "But sir-" "I know who I hired. I have my reasons for keeping her last name out of her file. Unless she decides to tell you her last name... which I doubt she will. Considering." He smiled. Remembering Nick's lack of expression when neither of them said her last name. "Understand? This is my decision. Good night." "Yes Mister Atkins. I apologise for wasting your time." He knew his reason wasn't good enough. But there was nothing she could do about that. Lucill
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Dim lights flooded the entire room. Music playing ever so loudly, he could barely hear himself think. The VIP room in the club was a little less crowded than the other side of the velvet rope. Leaning back against his chair, leg crossed; ankle on his left knee, one hand on his right thigh and the left holding on to the glass of scotch on the table, he stared into the somewhat golden liquid. Wearing a white shirt with no tie, two top buttons undone and a dark blue suit. His heart pounding from the effects of the drug. Lost in nothing and thinking of nothing, he didn't look up when the velvet rope was lifted and his friend walked in with a girl in a tight short dress calling his name excitedly. "Nicky! Nicky!!" His friend called out over the music. He didn't look up. His friend was now standing beside him. "This is Sandy." His friend gestured to the girl giggling beside him. He still didn't look up. Tracing his fingers round the rim of his glass. "This is Nicky, beautiful."
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TWENTY FOUR YEARS AGO..."What do you mean you're not coming?! "I don't want this. I don't want any part of this, i never did" "Oh and apparently she did?!" Renee stood so close, hoping to hear what Nick was saying. "Nick-" "No dad. I'm not coming. Besides, you're there.""Damn it Nick! She's asking for you." "So what?""This is your child!" Renee held one hand over her mouth in shock and the other on her husband's arm. "I'm not coming.""Then, don't come back. Don't come back at all. I don't want to see you here." Bryan spat.But first...*****Beethoven's Ruins of Athens No.4 played in the background. Idle chatter going on all around. Waiters passing around champagne from one person to the other like a plague. Such elegant evening gowns round the hall. The music seemed to move through her, she'd never been one for such music and yet she was enjoying it, more than she thought she would. It was
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Crap. She wasn't wearing her other clothes. But so what? Tate already knows too much. "Hi." Lacey kept a straight face. Tate stepped aside, giving her space to enter the house. Without a word from him, she went towards the living room. Only to stop when she saw David and George on their feet. Hearing Tate call her name got them to get up. So it wasn't just Tate who had now seen her out of her other clothes. Oh who cares? "Where's Tom?" She asked. They looked at her like she was a completely different person down to the way she dressed. Which in a way is true. It took a few seconds before George spoke for all of them. "Uhh... upstairs." "Thanks." She veered towards the stairs. Tate cleared his throat. "We'll just go then." She looked back at him and nodded. "Lock the door behind us please?" She did as she was asked. The first thing she noticed when she pushed his room door open was the mess. The room wasn't as bright as it usually was, things had been t
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