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Jordan: Fading Away

ผู้เขียน: Gemma D. Nash
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-07-16 01:54:25

The ice clinked in the glass repeatedly. The dim light from the bar cast dark shadows on my features, hiding me from the rest of the world. My tie was askew. My father would have a migraine if he saw me this way.

But I deserved some respite.

The rim of the glass touched my lips, and I closed my eyes when the chill hit. The liquor burned through every inch of me, but even then, it wasn't enough. It did nothing to mask how much it hurt.

How badly I wanted it to stop.

“Sir,” the bartender said
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    For some reason, I was back at the office, and I was pacing. My sleeves rolled up, jacket discarded and fingers in my hair, it felt like I was spiralling. And I hadn’t felt this way in years. Not since I found Heather and Joshua together.“Okay…” Nita drawled the moment she walked into my office with a folder in her hand. “I was just going to drop this off, but … I got a few minutes if you want.”“Drop the folder over there on the table,” I murmured, turning away from her and looking out the window. I was on the 75th floor of the Arthur Group’s building, yet it felt like something was weighing me down.I needed to do something to get this out of my system. I hated the feeling.“Okay,” Nita said again, quietly this time. I heard her slide the folder on the table, heard her walk to the door. But I knew the second she stopped.“You look really stressed, Sir.” I had only known Nita for a couple of hours, yet it felt really strange hearing her address me formally. Right from the get-go, sh

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: Wood and Leather

    I was in the living room, my head buried in my books, when I heard it first – the loud curse coming from outside and then the sudden crash. My head jerked up at once, wondering what that was. But before I moved even an inch, the front door opened, and my brother walked in.He looked like he’d just seen a ghost.I thought he would ignore me. Hell, I wanted him to ignore me. After Mom made him stay at the store all day, I was ready for the silent treatment and all the subtle jabs.But Gary stood there by the door, his lips quivering. And then, he shook his head. “It’s not possible. No, it’s not. There has to be some sort of explanation, right? I mean, it’s you. Marcus.”I narrowed my eyes, deciding his acting out was more interesting than my books currently. "Gary, did staying all night partying mess up your head, or is this about something else?"“There is someone outside asking to see you,” he murmured in a disbelieving tone. “What did you do, Marcus? Did you mistakenly crash into his

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Decisions

    Lunch was loud, and it had nothing to do with chatter. It was loudly deafening. Heather had been on her phone for the last thirty minutes since we arrived at JAR, and honestly, I didn’t mind it. What I did mind was that I was here at all, rather than doing what I really wanted to do.“So why did you want to have lunch?” I questioned, bringing the glass of water to my lips.I could have refused, but the internet was already going wild with the last issue with Harper, and my parents, via the pr officer they employed, explained that the best thing I could do for both families was to appear in public with Heather to let them know we were fine.Heather and I were far from fine. We hadn't been fine for years now, when she slept with my cousin, Joshua. But for the longest time, I wasn't going to fight my parents' decision for me getting married to her for the sake of both families.Now, I couldn't see that happening, and I had no idea what changed. Or maybe I did, and every part of me wasn't

  • The Things We Don't Say   Jordan: Lunch

    "How did the meeting go yesterday?" My father asked the minute I sauntered into the dining room. They were seated around the table, Dad sampling a cup of coffee and Mum staring into her phone, a small worried line on her face.The most expression I have seen from her in years. “Fine,” I muttered, thinking about pulling out a chair to enjoy the pies Martha had made the previous day back at Phoenix. But I decided against it, grabbing an apple instead. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d sat together as a family to eat. Just us. “And what was the resolution?”I stopped, the apple in my hand. “Dad, you told me I was going to be in charge of this project. That means trusting me to handle this.”“Jordan…”"And you're about to tell me that you have no idea how I've become this kid who speaks back at you, but maybe I need you to believe that I am capable of making decisions on my own. If you don't think so, then maybe pull me off the project?"My father moved like I hadn’t uttered a word

  • The Things We Don't Say   Marcus: I Don’t Have a Crush on Him

    “Good morning,” I chirped, strolling into the living room and grabbing an apple from the table. But I did a double-take when I realized how normal it all looked. Mom was sitting by the table, stirring a cup of coffee.Only Dad was absent. “Mom!” I didn’t know how much I missed her or how much I was worried until I saw her right there. “Oh my God! How are you? Where did you spend the night? I was so worried about you last night. You didn’t tell us where you were going and…”“Slow down, Marcus.” She dropped the spoon and stretched her arms wide open. I rushed into them, breathing her familiar scent. “I missed you, Mom.”“I missed you too, baby.” She pulled away slowly, taking me in. “Marcus, what happened to your face?”“Erm…Nothing, Mom. It was just…”“You better think carefully about the next words that come out of your mouth, because you cannot lie to me. What happened?”“Mom….”“Gary!”My brother appeared in another minute, scratching his red eyes. He looked unfocused, looking aro

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    “Private Jet,” Nita whispered as she climbed in with my help. “I know the Arthurs are like the most powerful family in the state, but they let you fly the private jet?”I rolled my eyes and got in. “This one is my name.”“What?”"You mentioned you've been working for the company since your internship days. Surely you know the family has more than one private jet. You're just overdoing it right now."“Okay,” Nita laughed, buckling in. “I just…I always thought you were so uptight and rigid, and tonight…I don’t know. It just feels like there are many layers to the Arthur Jordan.”“I don’t know about layers,” I murmured, hitting the knobs and preparing for take-off.Nita didn’t say anything until we were in the air already. “So where are we going to?”“We are not going anywhere,” I replied. “I am taking you home…or wherever you want to go, and I have to go … somewhere else. Something came up.”“Something that was important enough to defy your father,” she mused, stroking her chin. “Let me

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