Mag-log inA man and a woman stood with a phone in their hand on loudspeaker. They were both listening intently to the recording that had been sent to them.For a moment neither of them moved, the phone sat on the table between them, screen still lit.The woman was fuming by the time the recording ended, she angrily pushed the things that were on a table nearby on the floor.Everything on the table fell down; Papers, a pen, a small decorative bowl. The flower vase hit the floor and shattered into pieces, water spreading across the tiles, the flowers scattering in every direction. She stood over the mess breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her hands still shaking from the force of it.The man beside her did not move, he remained cool. He stood with his arms folded and a small smile appeared at the corner of his lips on his face, watching the water spread toward the edge of the rug.The woman turned and saw the smile."You are smiling?" She stared at him. "We just lost. He caught
In a totally different city. Damien was in a meeting with the company’s board members. The conference room was on the thirty second floor of a glass building. Damien sat at the head of the table and his eyes looked tired, he had not slept enough but that didn't matter. His tie was loosened. There were dark circles under his eyes, his hands were folded on the table in front of him and his face gave away the seriousness of the discussion going on in the room.Around the table sat the people who had helped build his company and the people who were quietly trying to dismantle it. He had known for some time which was which.His assistant stood to his right with a tablet, ready."How did the information leak?" The question came from a shareholder on his left, a man in a grey suit who had been with the company for six years and had been growing increasingly nervous over the past two weeks."My team is already investigating," Damien said coolly. "We will have a full answer shortly.""Shortly
A week had passed.Elena stood in front of her mirror getting ready for work.She picked up her phone.She called his number.The line rang out and went to voicemail again. The automated voice was brief, asking the caller to leave a message.She had heard it enough times this week to have it memorized in her memory.She lowered the phone and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. Then she put the phone in her bag and finished getting ready.She had work to do. She would focus on that.The office building was already busy when she arrived. People moving through the lobby with coffee cups and bags.Elena walked through the main doors and was three steps inside when she heard quick heavy footsteps coming from her left.She turned.The woman was in her fifties, well dressed, her face filled with rage that had been building since she sat waiting on Elena’s arrival. She covered the distance between them fast and her hand came up before anyone in the lobby had time to react.The slap
The car moved through the evening traffic and Elena sat with her hands in her lap quietly throughout the ride. She was occupied with her own thoughts..‘Why did she freeze back there’She had asked herself. She remembered how every muscle in her froze despite her desperate urge to fight, she felt grateful that the driver was present if not she didn't know what would have gone down at the park.She took a slow breath and let it out, she suddenly grabbed the camera that had been given to her by the driver. She turned it on, the camera had recorded everything. She stared at the video with thoughts on whether to watch it or not, she finally tapped the play button on the screen. The video started from when she had walked, when she got to the part where George was assaulting her, her voice pleading for him to stop. She quickly turned it off, her hands were shaking.She calmed herself down, despite the ugly scene that played out she decided to take this as a win because she had the video t
The office emptied out the way it always did at the end of the day. Chairs pushed back, bags lifted, voices dropping as people clocked out of work.Elena stayed back a little longer.She looked at George's second message.[I will wait till you come. I won’t move an inch.]She put the phone face down, picked it up again and read it one more time.She had been sitting with it since morning, turning it over between thoughts, putting it away and coming back to it. George was the last person she wanted to give her time. But she was curious enough to go.She also needed to talk to Amira.She scrolled through her contacts until she found the number they had exchanged over lunch. She pressed the callIt rang twice before a professional voice answered. "Hello, Miss Amira's assistant speaking. Miss Amira is unavailable at the moment.""Could you let her know it's Damien's wife calling please."A brief pause, muffled movement on the other end. Then footsteps and a quiet exchange Elena waited pat
Patricia’s office door slammed shut behind her with a loud thud. She didn’t stop at her desk. She walked straight past it and kept going, pacing back and forth from the window to the door repeatedly. Her bag was still on her shoulder. She hadn’t even put it down yet and she had been in the room for two full minutes.“How could she know?” She asked no one in particular.Elena’s voice came back to her, she had dropped a bombshell on her. It felt as though Elena was threatening her. “I will make sure your daughter rots in jail for drugging me. You think I wouldn’t find out? Relax. I will send you right along with her. A mother and daughter should always be together. Don’t you think so?”Patricia pressed her lips together.“Who told her,” she said. “Who could have possibly told her.”She moving and stood in the middle of the floor and stared at the wall, a flashback flooded her mind. *FLASHBACK*The front door opened. Elena came through it without looking at anyone, her head down, her
Elena had pushed aside most of her work documents, accepting that she wasn’t going to get much done with Adrian around. Not that she minded, his energy was infectious, and after the tension of the past few days, his lighthearted presence felt like a breath of fresh air.“So,” Elena said, settling b
Adrian stopped halfway, dropping his arms with an exaggerated pout. "One of these days, big brother, you are going to let me hug you. One of these days.""Not today," Damien said flatly, but there was the barest hint of warmth in his voice that only someone who knew him well would catch.Adrian had
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Elena's bedroom, painting golden patterns across the cream-colored walls. Elena stirred, her body protesting slightly from yesterday's tension, but the brightness of the new day felt like a fresh start.She stretched her arms above her
Damien knew he was attractive but after his wife passed away, he had not felt the same way for another woman. He had learnt to ignore advances with practiced ease."Good morning, Dr. Mitchell," he replied briefly , his tone making it clear he was here for business, nothing more.Dr. Mitchell turned







