Raleigh pov
Fear gripped my soul as I made entry into my office. No one was present. I had to check my time only to discover it was past twelve. There was no Victoria, no Jason nor the piece of trash in human form. Hmph, you know him, of course Mikel.
“ Hello?” I said, hoping to get a response from obviously no one.
My heart raced now, where could they have gone? I proceeded into looking for Jason first. I ran into the secretary’s palatable office, he wasn't there. Normally, that was where he hung out cause he secretly disclosed to me he had a crush on her, which was enough reason for him to be there, but nope, he wasn't.
Wait, I just remembered the receptionist wasn't at her post either, what could be going on, I asked myself. Or could it be a prank? Because I had watched stuff like that on Tik Tok and they turned out to be pranks.
Oh my, this wasn't getting funny anymore. I rushed to other offices and found no one. Mr. Dunner’s door which was usually open was not. Something must really be going on.
As I ascended the stairs to other offices, my heel got broken. And this was the most expensive of all. It really hurt me but my colleagues’ safety was more important to me than my expensive heels.
I finally picked up my broken heel and got up the stairs to the top building.
“ Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, Raleigh, happy birthday to you!” They sang. It was my boss, Victoria, Jason, the receptionist and Mikel who just stood at a corner, staring coldly.Wait what was going on? I asked myself.
Then, Victoria walked up to me and handed me a bouquet and beamed at me.
“ This is for you, birthday girl.” She said and tugged at my shoulder. I just stood there in awe. It then dawned on me that today was my birthday and it never occurred to me! Now I get the meaning of that text. It was indeed a job well-done. But why from Mikel? Come on, we're rivals…I stared at the bouquet, it was made out of red cardboard paper and a couple of dollars was tossed in it. Hey, and a note hanged in there that read,
“happy birthday”I was about to pick the note when Jason appeared before me with a gift box, grinning.
“ You fool…” I joked and we both chuckled.
“ Just know you're the best. Remember that, and you deserve every good thing that comes your way.” he said.
“Awwn, that's so sweet. Thank you Jason.”
“ Don't mention.” He said and embraced me.
“ Mikel…” Mr. Dunner called out. Mikel grumbled and coldly dragged his feet with a frowning face.
“ Happy birthday.” He wished, feigning a smile. He walked closer to me and said in a whisper,
“Don't get too excited. None of this is real.” which left me uncertain about the situation. What was he talking about?T
hen a round of applause came from the audience. “ Read the note, Raleigh!
” A voice said. I guessed it was Victoria.I picked out the note. It read, “a poem to you” with a sketched heart.I read it out loud with a bright smile on my face. In as much every line wasn't filled with irony and metaphors, she did a great job at it.
“I love you all. I never expected this, thank you.”
“Say no more. You're worth more than these. This is just a token from us.” Victoria said. Then a loud hip-hop music blared from an MP. It was Victoria and Jason! “Party time!” They jubilated. Mikel coldly picked up some files and gave me a look that predicted danger and left. He isn't capable of doing anything, I assured myself.
Mr. Dunner finally walked up to me with a smile on his face which I reciprocated.
“Hi.” I greeted, already blushing.“Happy birthday once again. I'm sure you would have gotten enough of it.” He said, which led me to laughter.
“ No, not at all.”
“ Come with me.” He said and lended a hand to me which I held. What is going on now? His warm gentle hand held mine and it was as if I was in another world. Something changed. He led me into a room (I never knew about).
It was decorated with heart shaped balloons and rose petals on the floor. Love quotes were inscribed on the walls and a frame of mine was hung on the wall. My jaw dropped in awe.He then picked up a rose bouquet and handed it to me. I received it half mindedly.
“What is going on?” I asked, startled.
“I must confess something, Raleigh.” He said.“
Ok?” I said and just hoped and prayed it wasn't what I was thinking.
“I love you. Since the very day you stepped your feet into this company, my heart beat for you…”
“Hey, Mr. Dunner, hey…” I said trying to get things straight.
“I know…it sounds awkward right? But it's what I feel.” That was no way to profess his love but thank goodness he didn't do it in the presence of my coworkers.
“Wait, let me get this straight, you're in love with me.”
“ Yes, absolutely.” He said, which sounded like a joke to me. Love? Love?
“Oh Mr. Dunner, I'm so sorry.”
“Sorry for what? “ He asked.
“ I'm sorry I don't feel the same way for you.”
“You don't?”
“No.” I said, feeling a little mixup somewhere.
“But he said you were…” He said
“Who?” I asked, hoping it wasn't who my mind suggested.
“Mikel.” He said.
What was Mikel up to for telling such a grievous lie? I don't remember having feelings for my boss. And there he was,,with so much affection in his eyes, staring deep into mine, maybe in search of love too…
Oh no Mr. Dunner, I thought you were more than this.
Raleigh povHe is one of a kind.“That jerk will get a piece of my mind!” I mumbled, puffing.“Did you say something?”“No,no.” I said, snapping out of my thoughts.“Please forget everything that happened. Act like nothing ever occurred.” He said, with a face filled with disappointment. I nodded in response.“Hey Mr. Dunner,” I called.“Yes Leigh.”“You're every woman's dream, one in a million, please don't feel inferior for not accepting your love. As much as I don't feel anything for you, you'll meet “the one” soon. Sooner than you think.”“Yeah, I get it. That isn't a problem.” He said, forcing a smile onto his face. I knew then that I had failed him for not feeling the same way, but…I couldn't help.“Should I tell you something?”“Of course.” “ You're the best boss ever, and the woman who will later end up with you will be the luckiest woman. “I said. I knew everything I said wasn't helping in any way but I needed to spill it all out, because truly, he is the best boss ever.“Thank
“We're here ma'am.” The chauffeur said, pulling up in front of my house.“Thank you Mr. Carter.” I said. I picked up my bags (gifts included)and files, then the Chauffeur got out of the car,and held the door for me to get off. And I did.There was me, being treated like a queen.(Presumably I was,durhh.)“Send my greetings to Mr. Dunner.” I said and he nodded.I stood at the doorstep and watched him drive off. Wow, I couldn't believe I was in that Limousine. Imagine I'm that wealthy, that's the luxury I'll have.“Boo!!” I heard from behind, which made my heart jump out of its abode.Oh no, it was Mo again, with her childish mode turned on, I thought and rolled my eyes.“You scared the fuck out of me.” I said, holding on to my chest.“Aww, don't be scared of cutie pie.” She teased.“You shouldn't have approached me in that manner.”“Really?”“Just know, the moment I'm diagnosed with High blood pressure, I'm coming for you.” I teased.“And I'll always be here. Forget all that, who was th
The night I waited for. It was cold. All were dressed in tuxedos, leaving the ladies in strapless dinner gowns.I silently cursed the decorator. You want to know why? The design was too luxurious and extravagant for my liking. See me talking like it was my party. Behave Leigh!, I cautioned myself.There were disco balls hanging and the DJ rocking different beats which I found inappropriate at the peak. Deep down, I knew it would have been Mason’s idea cause he was a party animal. From nowhere, I pitied the grumpy Logan Hunt,the big cheese of California. Perhaps he hated the decor as well.I only predicted that because of his cold character. Maybe he liked it.Then I sited Mo and Mason, vibing to the beats the DJ made. I deeply sighed at their foolishness. Then I saw them approaching me with a drink in their hands.“See who we have here Mo!” Mason said, still moving his body to the beats.“Yes. You're rocking this dress baby girl.” Mo said and shot me a grin.It was a red short straples
I bluntly nodded off the question. I think it was time already. I had to do this.“Where is Logan?” I asked.“He should be inside. Mason said, pointing to a building in the distance."Oh, shit." I muttered. I handed the drink with me to Mo and went away, heading towards the building. I remembered them.I forgot my materials: my camera, tripod and notepad. I quickly rushed back into the venue and got my equipment which sat quietly on a chair.“Good boy.” I commended it.I bravely walked with the equipment in my hands to the building where Mason pointed to.“You have to do this.” I muttered to myself .I had barely walked half the field when I realized it was a large one, like a standard football pitch. Then I wondered to myself, is this how far I will walk just to see Logan? Then I heard a voice scream my name in the distance, it was Mason's.“Leigh! Leigh!” He called out, with his hand wagging in the air.“Come back! Come back!!” He said and I noticed things weren't funny anymore.I b
I still stood there, gasping for breath after that asshole’s attempt to strangle me, my heart racing with a mix of fear and rage.Mouths in the room had started mummering as the hefty hands of the security guards restrained Logan,who was still fumming with rage. Why the anger? I thought.Mo rushed to my side, her eyes wide with concern.“Are you alright?” She asked, trembling slightly. I nodded, trying to keep my breathing to be on point.“I think I'm okay, just shaken up.” I replied, my voice hoarse.Francesca, was looking pale and shaken herself, fiddling with her phone… What was she doing?Within minutes, uniformed officers arrived at the scene, their presence adding to the the gravity of the situation. The police immediately questioning everyone involved, gathering statements.It was my turn now…to give my side of the story. I recounted my version of the scene, explaining I was there for an interview with the dick head,,Logan, directed by Mason.Then he flamed up, claiming I assa
“Officer, she’s lying,” Francesca said at the top of her voice as she reached out to the police officer questioning me. What the hell did she mean by “I was lying”?I was saying the facts, I said exactly what had happened. I looked at her, it was more of a glare actually, almost seeing through.I shifted my gaze to the police questioning me. Come to think of it, this wasn’t a matter to be handled by the police. So why the hell was this happening? Fine, I knew I was wrong to have broken the vase, but he caused it. He ignored me and that was the only way I got his attention.I tucked my hair behind my ear as I saw Logan on a phone call. It seemed pretty serious. Our eyes suddenly met as I removed it, shifting my focus back to the police officer. I swallowed deeply,“officer, don’t listen to this girl. The exact thing I had told you was what happened, don’t listen to her.”“Why the lies, Raleigh? You did. What do I stand to by bearing false witness against you? I’m all ears, tell me.”I
Raleigh’s POVA smile curled against my lips. Oh, my goodness. He’d better be joking. My heart beamed with joy as I heard those words: “I’ll pay” It couldn’t be true.I ran as swift as my leg could carry, to him. I hid the joy in me.“Are you sure about this?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes. I needed to be sure. I couldn’t just let him take my burdens just because we were friends. He bent towards me, his foreheads almost colliding,“Ask me again and I’ll change my mind.” He said in a low voice and we chuckled. Could I have asked for a better friend than this? A friend who would be there in your highs and lows. I took Mo’s hand in mine, squeezing it.“Officer, no need to make matters worse. Raleigh is not going anywhere with you. I’ll make the payment to my friend.” Mason said, a hand in his pocket, and eyes targeted at the cop.It seemed the cop wanted to be reluctant, but stopped. He knew who was making that offer. He knew it was no random guy.It was a man with the cash tha
Logan’s POVShe should be glad I let things slide. That has never happened, but I did that today. If it were another day, I’d sent her right behind bars.Hey, don’t get me wrong. I just can't stand her …I can swear no one can tolerate her like I do.She’s frustrating and gets on my nerves and I wonder how she manages to do that. I’ve mastered the technique of not letting anything anyone does get to me, but, she somehow manages to get through.I wonder how she does that. Congratulations to me, nine months of going monk mode had just been a waste.I robbed my temples. I wish she knew how invaluable that vase she smashed was. Damn, it. I couldn’t handle much anymore. To crown it all, Mason has got her back.I needed a leave. From everything. From work, from friends, from life…Everything. I couldn’t take it anymore. Not anymore. I was back at work after the ruined gathering was over.I couldn’t sit there, watching everything in my life crumble. And I meant those words I said to her by t
Dark Secrets in the StudioLeigh’s POVMy studio turned out a big mess, brushes stuck out horribly in mugs that once cheerfully held coffee and now, with no honor hold murky water the color of a disastrous heartbreak.The main piece right in front of me, the very one having just his face.Not the version that I already did a cleaned up on.Not that version that screamed smile at camera.It was the exact version that only existed between 2:00 am in the morning and early sunrise, when his eyes only appears tired and lost in compromise for me.I mix a little of cadmium red though burnt and I bent over and murmur even not to my hearing to the paint, “Please don’t try to make him too perfect. I just need you to make him real.”Right behind me, I ignored the kettle as it whistled non stop.This part I'm venturing into in painting the portrait needs silence.Som
Logan's POVThe Pretty Girl with the CameraI had come here with the aim of buying coffee.Just coffee, nothing more.I intended buying one cup, black, no addition of sugar. Just like my unguarded thoughts lately.Instead, I found myself inside an art fair. The café was closed, and someone, maybe the person incharge had thought it wise to stuck a handwritten sign on the door which read:“Gone out to get inspired. Be back in a jiffy, never.”So I wandered around aimlessly.The street was strangely busy with weekend people, ranging from beautiful couples holding hands, to toddlers joyfully screaming at balloons, students scattered all over the place with sketchbooks, and of course, not forgetting booths of handmade soap and earrings that if estimated could cost more than the worth of my shoes.Then, I saw her.Well, not Leigh.But someone that reminds me of her...She was n
Leigh’s POVUnread LettersI never meant to preserve them. Never wanted them close to me.The letters at first served me as therapy, so I guessed. Kira in her funny way called it “emotional decluttering.” She made it feel like it was easy and simple as arranging socks. But nothing that's connected to Logan ever had the easy label on it.The first one started with the headline “I’m sorry.”The second didn't disappoint as it began with “I hate it so much that I still miss you.”By the time I reached letter inscribed number seven, I had run out of headings. I just dove straight, pouring out my feelings without looking back, not afraid it might dry up. I never attempted mailing even a single one.Kira mischievously walked in on me writing the eleventh one.“Okay, why do you give me the impression that you’re not breaking up with a human but a ghost every time you sit right there and journal?” she asked, jumping on the couch like she hold a grudge against it. I blinked in disbelief. “Wh
Logan's POV The Memory Ring She Left Behind“Hello sir?”I didn’t care to respond. My eyes were pitiful as they glued to the floor, well, if I'm more specifical, I would say they are more on the tiny, a bit delicate object lying carelessly just beneath the couch.It shone greatly like a flock just out from washing as a result of the faint sunlight streaming in through the windows.Owen stood with his face rotten at the doorway, frowning non stop. “Sir, your next meeting is scheduled for...”I ignored him totally, bent down slowly, and picked the very object that caught my attention. It was a ring.It was silver band ring. Simple yet elegant in an enchanting way. Nothing compared to the flashy unattractive ones Francesca used to fawn over.This one was special because it was hers. Releigh’s.She left it behind? I have seen her with the ring countless times, though I didn't give it to her.“Sir?” Owen pushed his luck again, this time, stepping in cautiously. “Do you by any chance want
Raleigh's Pov A New Name, In A New CityThe doorbell hanging just above the quiet café jingled as I pulled it open. A warm scent of coffee welcomed me immediately I stepped a foot into the room. It was indeed quiet and quaint with no curious eyes watching by the corners. It was exactly what I needed at the moment. “You are welcome to Cocoa and Canvas,” the barista had said but with a well rehearsed smile. On her wrist lay boldly a crescent moon tattoo, all colored green. “Searching for a reserved caffeine or ready to explore your creativity?”I hesitated at first, doing a double check on what I needed. “I...uh, maybe, I should consider both, what do you think about that?”“Then search no more, you’re just in the right place,” she grinned, wasting bo time in passing me their menu. “You seem new around this vicinity? You’ve got that appearance of 'i have no idea which road leads to the restroom yet' vibe.”I chuckled amusingly at her, my fingers carefully caressing the menu she just h
Logan's POVThe train station was quiet, almost too quiet. I sat on a cold bench, staring at the empty platform. My head felt heavy, like I was carrying a weight I couldn’t drop. Leigh kept filling my thoughts. Her voice, her face, the way she looked at me when she was mad—it was all stuck in my mind.Why did she leave?I didn’t even know where she went. I didn’t know how to fix this. And the worst part? I wasn’t sure if I deserved to.I called Mason earlier, and told him to meet me here. He showed up ten minutes later, looking annoyed like always. His hands were shoved in his pockets, and his coat was zipped all the way up to his neck.“You really got me to leave my warm apartment for this?” he grumbled, sitting next to me on the bench.I didn’t answer right away. My thoughts were messy, too messy
Leigh POVThe train slowed down, making a loud screech as it stopped at the small, almost-empty station. I stepped off with my small suitcase, looking around at the unfamiliar town. The air smelled fresher here, almost like rain even though the sky was clear. The platform was quiet except for a few people walking past me, their steps quick and purposeful.I didn’t know where to go next. I just knew I needed to be away. Away from Logan. Away from Mo. Away from the city where everything felt heavy.I pulled out my phone, checking for directions to the address of the place I had rented. It was a small room I found online the night before I left. The pictures didn’t look great, but it was all I could afford for now.As I walked down the narrow streets, I noticed how different this place was from the city. No tall buildings. No honking cars. Just little houses with
Leigh’s POVThe train shook as it moved fast, and I sat by the window, holding my bag close. Outside, trees and houses flew past so quickly, like they were running away. I wished I could run away that fast too. The glass window was cold, and I leaned my head on it, hoping it would calm my heart.I couldn’t stay in that city anymore. It was too much. Mo shouting at Logan, Logan trying to talk to me, the looks people gave me because of that stupid photo. I hated it all.My phone beeped. I looked at the screen. It was Mo.Mo: “Leigh, pls don’t do this. Don’t run away like this.”I sighed and turned the screen off. What did she know? Mo always thought she was right, but she didn’t understand. She didn’t feel the pain I was feeling.It wasn’t just about her. It wasn’t just abou
Leigh’s POVThe train station was crowded, but it felt like I was the only person there. People rushed past me, dragging suitcases and clutching tickets, their voices blending into an indistinct hum. My feet felt heavy as I walked toward the platform, one step at a time, like each step carried the weight of everything I was leaving behind.I held my ticket tightly in my hand. The edges were crumpled from how long I had been clutching it. I didn’t even look at it again—I already knew where I was going, though I wasn’t sure why. Anywhere but here. That was the only thing that made sense in my head.As I sat on the bench, waiting for the train, the smell of hot coffee and engine grease filled the air. The announcements over the speaker barely registered in my mind. My head was too loud, full of thoughts I didn’t want to think about.I closed my eyes and took a