It had been two days since Charlotte moved in with Rita, and still no word from Terrence. He had neither reported back to the office which left Charlotte feeling guilty for breaking his heart to the extent where he missed his job. She was in no hurry to return back to work, choosing to rather wallow in her misery on Rita’s couch. Charlotte had left a couple of voice messages to Terrence hoping to rewrite her wrongs, but he was yet to reach back to her. “So, hate to be the bearer of good news when you are mourning,” Rita began one evening from work, “But, I got the invitation letter to London!” she squealed, galloping in excitement towards Charlotte. she leaped on the couch with joy, making Charlotte bounce up and down, a faint smile on her face as she watched her best friend live her dreams. “Yay!” She sat up on the couch, joining her best friend in celebration. Her eyes had grown tired of shedding any more tears, forcing her to put the troubles of her love story aside, and selfles
It had been two weeks since Terrence and I parted our ways. I had reported back to work, even though things were still slow as we were working our way back to the top of the publishing sector pyramid.Kerrington had managed to recruit some of the old employees who worked in the company before, and with most of our journalists back on the streets, we remained hopeful that things were bound to start spiraling quicker in no time.I was all alone in Rita’s loft for the third day since her departure to London. We had face-timed seven times already as she shared every joyous moment with me since her arrival. I had not dived into the details of her job placement offer as I did not fashion savvy and hence, the details did not turn on a bulb in my head.My dark clouds were slowly fading away as I settled into the new p
Mr. Manning had always insisted on his daughters practicing the rules of Ikigai throughout their lives. He would inspect the food they consumed, tally in the liters of water each of them drank, and even forcibly get them out of their beds at the crack of dawn to join him in his early morning exercise routine despite their loud lamenting.The fear of losing his daughters was evident in his eyes, but unlike their distant mother, he never looked at them through the lens of all the miscarriages they had experienced, but rather saw them as two brightly-faced girls who were a gift for all those who had died. His only hope was to live long to enjoy their company, and all that was going well until the doors of death began knocking at his door.The first time that Mr. Manning experienced fatal chest pain was three years ago at his house. He had witnessed the
The weekend was over in a snap, giving me no chance or space whatsoever to grieve about my fight with Rita. I had stayed over at my parent’s house helping Jenny take care of my father who was slowly recuperating. The doctor had insisted on bed rest for him, leaving us to take care of any business that he was unable to oversee by himself.Jenny and I sat outside enjoying the cold breeze of the evening. She had heard about all the events that had happened to me recently up to my fight with Rita which she witnessed, and her empathetic skills were close to non-existent, but still, I appreciated her keenness in listening to me.“You know that Lucas really loves you, right?” she broke the silence, at last, giving me a chance to exhale and quench my thirst. The sound of the crickets filled the atmosphere as the neighborhood grew quiet after her quest
The second quarter was coming to a close which meant that work was piling up as reports and proposals had to be approved before time was up. Everyone in the office was running helter-skelter to ensure they got the reports on my table before my impatience turned to rage.I avoided staying at the office the rest of the month as I felt nearly choked by people’s presence around me the entire time. Since Mark was back from Amsterdam, I left him in the office most of the days, preferring to stay in my home office for the sake of my sanity.Thoughts of Charlotte were staying rent-free in my mind, occupying the rest of the brain area that did not constantly think of the Benjamin Company. I had gotten advice from Mark weeks ago on fighting for her, but every time I thought of reaching out to her, something inexplicable stopped me.Not only had she occupied my mind during the day, but Charlotte Manning was also in my dreams all night as my brain replayed our kiss over and over again, making me
Rita received an email pop-up from The Red Kent Fashion manager first thing in the morning, leaving her perplexed as she put the phone receiver down. She had ignored the messages from her best friend, leaving her wallowing in apologetic messages on Telegram with no reply.Silent treatment had been their way of punishing one another in their friendship, but this was the first time it had gone for over two days. It hurt her too, but she was not ready to forget the shame her best friend had caused her. Until this morning.Dressed ready for work, she diverted her Google map destination and drove down to Manning’s house where Charlotte now stayed. She needed to right the wrongs in their friendship, and a part of her could no longer pretend to not miss Charlotte.She missed her, dearly, and right now, she needed someone to guide her through how best to work with Vivian Kent. The email she had received was another invitation for an interview with the Kent Lady, and only Charlotte had mastere
As I watched Jen from Aunt May’s front porch, a smile crept up on my face. My life, as she had predicted, was slowly falling back into place and I had her to thank. It was beautiful to think that my little sister had grown to be such a wise woman, my source of hope when my own was failing.She was on her phone, standing miles away from Aunt May and me, her body swaying while her face flushed with different emotions that were somewhat familiar but still, I could not place.“Oh, look at that young girl. She thinks we can’t tell that she is on a love call with her boyfriend,” Aunt May spoke, breaking my stare at the not-so-little-girl at the corner.Aha! Yes. A call with her boyfriend. That explains it.“Wait, how do you –“ I interjected my own thoughts, amusement vivid on my face as I turned to look at Aunt May. A rainbow of colored yarn sat on her thighs as she skillfully crocheted another colorful blanket, her eyes never leaving the needle as she spoke.“Oh, honey! I might be old but
I was preparing myself to travel to South Africa for the grand ceremony to mark the coronation of the merger between Benjamin Company and Jo’Sidzwe Petroleums when Vivian called. It had been over a month since I last heard from her, and this took me by surprise as I was not well prepared for what she said.“If not for you, I would not have given her a chance,” she spoke, her face filled with a blend of disgust and pride.“Vivian, I do not care what you do with your company. But I do care that you are wasting the time for mine,” I was not paying attention to her video call as my pilot had scheduled the flight to depart in less than twenty minutes. I still had to pass by the office to pick up Luce as we were traveling together to Johannesburg, and Vivian was really trying her best to take up the little time I had left.“You don’t care? Ha!” she chuckled, “I thought your ass cared about everything to do with Charlotte. The lady I just hired happens to be her best friend,” she added, gett