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11: A THREE MILLION DOLLARS PROBLEM.

Author: Glittering gold
last update Last Updated: 2024-12-04 20:47:54
ELARA'S POV

The shrill ring of my phone jolts me out of my thoughts as I make my way to the car. I glance at the screen: Jeffrey (Foreman). My stomach knots instantly. Jeffrey never calls unless something has gone terribly wrong.

“Jeffrey,” I say, answering quickly, my tone sharp and to the point. “What’s going on?”

“Elara, we’ve got a problem, a big problem,” he says, his voice laced with tension. “One of the workers... well, he broke a custom chandelier at the Harper estate. And it’s bad. Really bad.”

I stop in my tracks, dread pooling in my stomach. “How bad are we talking?”

“Over three million dollars,” he says, his voice tight. “They’re saying it’s irreplaceable. The client’s losing it and demanding we pay for the damages.”

Three million. The number slams into me like a freight train. For a piece of glass and metals, my mind reels as I pinch the bridge of my nose, forcing myself to take a deep breath.

“I’m on my way,” I reply, ending the call without hesitation.

When I arrive at
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    ELARA’S POV


“Elara.”
The sound of Nate’s voice cuts through the parking lot, his footsteps closing in. But I don’t stop. My chest is tight, bile rising, tears clawing at my throat.

And I’m trying so damn hard to keep everything in check. 

“Elara.”

Hearing him only fuels my anger. I don’t want to talk. Not to him, or anyone else… Not after Elliot. Not after everything.


His hand catches my wrist, pulling me still. The throbbing pain eating sharper at my barefoot. 


“Let go of me! ” 

“Where are you going?”

“that’s none of your business, Nate.” I try to pull away but His grip doesn’t falter, like if he lets go I’ll disappear.

“Elara, we need to get you home its not safe your health-“ “Leave me alone Nate” I try moving but he doesn’t budge, “if you keep walking barefoot like that, you’ll hurt yourself” he was right, my entire foot has changed color but I didn’t even pay attention to the throbbing is nothing compared to the ankle brace I had on not long a go. 

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