MasukI didn’t answer Enzo’s question. I knew it was a stupid thing to do, especially since he was going to be spending the night in my house. He was in the bathroom now. I could hear the water running from where I stood, leaning against the door to my bedroom.My mom appeared at the entrance to the hallway. I stood straight. “Well?”She drew closer and angled her head, as if listening to the water, before responding. “He seems like a good kid from a good family.”I shook my head. That was the generic response she gave each time she didn’t think it was in her place to form an opinion about someone. But this was important. For some reason, I felt like I needed someone to tell me I was in over my head and needed to stop waiting for something that would never come. “What do you want to hear, honey?” She stood in front of me, watching. "I don't know," I whispered. "He's a good friend, and he just… he just asked me why I don't want to be in a relationship. I panicked and asked him to go have h
"Mom, we're here!" I called as soon as we climbed out of the car and onto the porch. The living room was warm, a mixture of the scent from the kitchen and the warmth of the evening. It was empty, save for the sound coming from the television.It was an old opera we used to see together as a family. Watching the characters brought a small smile to my lips. It had felt like ages since everything was absolutely fine. "Welcome to my home," I murmured to Enzo, watching him. Sometimes, I wished I could experience this place anew. I wanted to see what Enzo saw, and feel what he felt from his own lenses. He was quiet, his eyes moving from one surface to the other. "I see why you are a nerd," he said an eternity later, and unlike all the other people who called me that back at school, I knew that Enzo didn't mean it in a bad way. "Everything is so…put in the right places, for lack of a better word. It's …"“Proper?” I helped. Enzo nodded. “That’s the word.”“Don’t let my mom hear you,” I mo
"Now that was smooth." Nita met me outside the conference room, falling into step with me as I headed for my office.“What?”"The way she handed you her card, and then that wink. I have read about it in a book. Coquette 101."“I’m sure that isn’t a thing, Nita,” I retorted, pushing the door open and stepping aside to let her in, like she even needed to be in my office right at this hour. I thought I needed to give up on getting rid of her anytime soon.Nita sauntered inside, throwing herself on my seat, behind my desk. She picked up the minuscule basketball I had on my table, throwing it up and catching it repeatedly, while I moved to my little stash by the left corner of the room, grabbing a bottle of my favorite brand of scotch and two glasses.“Oh no, Mr. Arthur.” I could hear the tease in her tone. “We don’t drink on the job now, do we? What if Mr. Arthur calls me for some intel on you and smells that shit on me? How do I explain it to him?"“Just tell him you’re sleeping with me,
“No,” I muttered, shaking my head. “I don’t know where the rumours are from, but they are not true.”“Can you elaborate on that, sir?” The reporter asked, her eyes keen and her hands toying with the paper in front of her. Her gaze hadn’t left me since I realized she had a question directed my way, and it was beyond the regular waiting for an answer.Because she batted them often, and sometimes her bottom lip got caught between her teeth – obvious tells about what this is."I am finishing med school because it is something I actually love, and playing basketball with my mates back at the University of the Saints. This project is just something I am doing as a majority shareholder of the Arthur Group, and I think it is going to be great. But it doesn't affect my pursuit of a medical degree."I was expecting a follow-up question, but the reporter just stayed nodding incessantly and smiling up at me. I attempted a chuckle, pushing my hair out of the way. The silence was getting oddly long
“Are you…”"I think I know where it is too." Enzo was already getting on his feet. "I was there when he opened it. He looked so excited to be doing something for himself, and I really did think it was great. I still think that."“It’s just that… are you sure you want to play golf right now?”“Of course,” Enzo laughed. “I love that sport. And I can compete with you at something I actually enjoy doing.”I got on my feet too. “I don’t know how to play golf.”“I can teach you.”He waved someone over. When did he make a friend? They moved to a corner to speak while I just stood there, watching their lips move and wondering what that was about. In another minute, Enzo returned.“Did you know him before?”He shook his head. “I was just speaking to him about the possibility of purchasing some shares here. And of course, for him to take care of the picnic items without us needing to return them ourselves.”“Enzo, it would only have taken a minute. And besides, you don’t have to invest in someth
"Are you sure there's nothing I can do about it?" Enzo asked for the thousandth time since he surprised me in the lobby of Arthur Group. He'd told me he wouldn't be flying in until much later. Imagine my surprise when I saw him through my eyes full of tears. I shook my head, just grateful that he was here with me. “I can handle it.”"Are you sure, though?" He pushed, leading me out to his sports car, parked imposingly in front of the building, even though there was a literal underground parking lot. I was certain he had bullied every single person that had tried to get him to drive into the parking lot.The mere image was enough to make me smile a little. “Marv has always been a bully,” Enzo continued, stopping by the passenger door of his car. “I know he is my father’s friend and all, but that doesn’t take away the fact that I stay away from him for good cause. He can be a little too much.”“Trust me, I know.”“So, let me do something.” Enzo didn’t look like he wanted to let this go







