MasukNaomi leaned back on the sofa, not sure what else to do with her time. She'd spent the last four hours sleeping and eating since Damon told the chef, Aria, to feed her all day!
She's down to another bowl of soup, and she's about to binge-watch another series she so much loved. Her phone beeped, vibration echoing through the glass side table. It was a call from Didi, which is quite unexpected. “Hello?”Naomi said, wondering what the call was about. She could count the number of times she had made contact with coworkers outside of work, and this was certainly out of the blue. “Ms Naomi? Thank God you picked up! We have so much to tell you, and we don't even know where to start!” Didi said with a child-like excitement. “We? What do you mean we? What's going on?” Naomi asked, glancing at the wall clock. Phones are not allowed in sight during work hours safe for breaks or they would be given a week worth of suspension. Thankfully, it was past twelve, the designated break time. “You're on speaker. Paul and Rose are here with me. I heard you're not feeling too good. How do you feel now?” Didi asked once more. “I'm…alright. I feel better thank you.” “That's a relief! Something crazy happened today! Mrs Tita got called into Mr Damon’s office..” Rose started and Naomi sighed. “Oh.” She said. He probably called her in for something very unofficial. Is that a glint of jealousy? Why does the idea of Tita being in an office alone with Damon make her feel so…mad? Could it be because Tita promised to get her fired hours ago from a company she's now come to love working for? Hell, Damon was probably happy to get her fired anyway. “..and she came out crying!” Rose adds. “She did!” Naomi said, sounding more excited than she had hoped to. The silence on the other end was quite telling of her company workers' shock. “I mean, she did?” “Yes! We were all shocked because we've never seen Tita cry or look intimidated!” Paul adds. “Did you notice she stopped as soon as she noticed that everyone was watching her?” Rose asked. “Yes. And she went into her office, packed all her things inside a carton box, and just…left. Without saying a word.” Didi said. “She was fired?” Naomi asked in shock. Why the hell would Damon fire Tita? Could her team leader have done something despicable again? Or said something very unorthodox.. “Why?” Naomi wondered. Tita was hell bent on impressing Damon since he bought the company; it only makes sense that she was ready to be on her best behavior just to get on his good side. “Many of the staff believe that she was fired, but others think she is taking a break for now. We don't really know what the story is. No one is telling us anything. Not even HR.” Paul offered. Naomi is very much in shock, she couldn't believe it. It sounds like a dream. One of her many fantasies. “You know, a handful of people think she tried to seduce Mr Damon!” Rose said, lowering her voice. “Really? Hey, no way! I know Tita is audacious, but not this audacious! Seducing Mr Damon? Is she out of her mind?” Didi asked. “My thoughts exactly! There's no way that is the case.” “You don't believe me? Think about it! Since Mr Damon took over the company, Tita has been talking about meeting him in person and having a ‘talk’! What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Rose asked no one in particular. “I understand what you're trying to say, Rose. Any woman would have a crush on Mr Damon, but going as far as to seduce him is wild work to me. Tita is known to do crazy things, but this? I don't think that is the case.” Paul said. “I'm telling you that is the case! Did I tell you that when she walked out of the office, Mr Damkn and Mr Patrick also walked out? Mr Damon looked very irritated, and he was dusting off his suit.” “Come on, he could be doing that for any reason,” Paul interjects. “Listen to me! Mr Damon's office is always clean. The cleaners have been on the edge since the new management took over, and they have been doing some serious cleaning every day. The chances he is dusting off dust are not reasonable,” Rose said, and Didi gasped. “You're saying Tita threw herself at him and he dusted it off?” Didi asked. “It's still not enough reason to fire her! Come on!” Paul laughs. Naomi exhales. “I don't think we know what is happening for sure. The question is, who is going to replace her? You all know that the longest-serving staff take the major leadership roles in the company.” “We don't know yet,” Paul said, and Didi gasped in shock. “What happened? What is it?” Naomi asked. “A message was sent to the company's group chat. It's about our department. I think you need to read through this.” Naomi turns on her phone on speaker and searches through the device for the said message. ‘Good day, everyone. We understand that there's been a little confusion concerning the state of Ms Tita’s employment. She needs a break, and she'll be back next week,, but she has been relieved of her duties as the team lead for the design department. Ms Naomi will be taking over, and the presentations will be taking place as planned on Friday. Have a great day.’ Rose squeaks in excitement. “Ms Naomi will be taking over! I'm so happy for you!” “Me too! I'm so glad you're receiving the recognition you deserve! Congratulations, Ms Naomi!” “I will gladly be your assistant! Anyway, anytime!” Paul piped in. Naomi was dead silent, her grip on the phone tightened, her eyes filled with rage. “Ms Naomi? Are you there?” What the hell does Damon think he's doing?!Damon didn’t remember the walk back to his office.The board was in chaos after Jack's arrest and he was forced to postpone whatever this was and address them once he understands what's going on. How did the police find evidence on Jack? He was still discussing with Caleb the last time he stopped by his house…The office door closed behind him. Patrick remained standing a few steps back, hands folded in front of him. The past few days have been difficult because of Naomi's demise. He had shed a few tears himself, recalling how sweet she had been and how much she brightened the life of his grumpy boss. Damon crossed the room slowly, dropping his phone onto the desk without looking at it. He stood there for a long moment, palms resting against the polished surface, head bowed slightly. Patrick wanted to speak but he couldn't find the right words to say. He'd taken him a lot to get Damon down to the office as soon as he learned Jack had called for a secret meeting. Now, the issue h
Jack stood in front of the mirror in his private office in Pearl, suit jacket already on, tie knotted, staring at his reflection. His phone lay on the counter, face down. He was yet to receive a response from the driver and it's been over four hours. He clenched the edge of the sink until his knuckles whitened; did he run to the cops like he said? He straightened his cuffs, smoothed his jacket. He had men in the police station who would call him if anything happened.Jack walked towards the door, today was for something else. “Cancel my next meeting,” Jack said as he passed his assistant. “And find the driver.”The assistant hesitated. “Sir?”“Find him,” Jack repeated, voice low. “And make sure he doesn’t speak to anyone. Ever.”The assistant nodded. “Yes, sir.”Jack picked up the folder prepared for the board meeting and headed for the elevator. The company bylaws were clear. A CEO deemed emotionally unstable could be removed by a majority vote. Damon had handed him that opportu
Victor didn’t sit down.He stood near the wall, arms folded tightly across his chest, eyes moving between Seraphine and Caleb like he was trying to make sense of a language he didn’t speak. “She’s alive?” Victor said again, slower this time.Maybe repeating the words would change the meaning. “You’re telling me Naomi is alive.”Seraphine nodded once.“And you both decided,” Victor continued, his voice tightening, “to keep that from Damon.”Caleb leaned back in his chair. “For now. Yes.” Victor exhaled sharply and turned away, pacing a few steps before stopping himself. His hand went to his temple, pressing hard.“You know what this will do to him if he finds out later,” Victor said. “You know how he’s been.”“That’s exactly why we didn’t tell him,” Seraphine replied. “Jack is watching everything. Damon included.”Caleb nodded, “I saw one of his men tailing us earlier. We lost him in the parking lot, switched cars.” Victor let out a bitter laugh. “So the solution is lying to him?”
Seraphine's grip on the steering seemed to tighten as she turned the corner, she couldn't do this anymore. She just couldn’t do it.She parked across the street and sat in the car for a moment longer than necessary, her hands still on the steering wheel even after the engine had gone quiet.She wasn’t angry.That was the strangest part.Anger would have been easier. Anger would have given her something to hold onto but what sat on her chest was guilt.“Fuck this.”She stepped out of the car and locked it, then crossed the street quickly.Inside, the building smelled faintly of dust and old paint. The hallway lights flickered on the moment she walked in. Seraphine climbed the stairs, her boots quiet against the concrete. She stopped at the third door on the left and knocked once.Then again before pushing the door open. Naomi stood at the other end of the room.She was thinner. Paler. There was a faint bruise near her temple that makeup hadn’t fully hidden, and her hair was pulled bac
Damon had not changed the sheets. They still smelled like her. It's been two weeks and the only thing the police managed to find was Naomi’s coat. Stained with blood. He had demanded that they continue the search.They had to find something, anything.. Damon refuses to accept she was gone until there's proof of that. A physical proof… The house was too quiet, like a dark cloud covered the mansion, refusing to go away. The staff moved quietly, avoided his study, and avoided his eyes. No one asked him anything anymore. No one offered condolences. That would mean they think she was really gone and he refuses to accept that. Damon sat in the study with the lights off, the city barely visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His phone lay on the desk in front of him. No missed calls. No messages. Nothing new from the police. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t eaten. And each day felt like a punishment without her. At some point, Patrick knocked but Damon didn’t
Naomi had insisted on going to work. She knew Damon had left hours ago, asking her to stay home, rest, and recover. He was right, she needed the break but she didn’t want people whispering behind her back, assuming she was skipping work because her husband was the CEO. She wanted to feel normal again. She asked the HR to give her a day off and she's to resume back to work today.That's more than enough rest and more than enough sexual escapades for one week even though she wouldn’t mind another. The city streets were busier than usual. Early morning sunlight reflected off the glass of office buildings, and the air smelled faintly of exhaust. Naomi’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, her knuckles pale as her stomach growled. She’d barely eaten, and the exhaustion from the night before still clung to her.All thanks to Damon who couldn't keep his hands off her. She ignored her hunger, she'll help herself to a cup of coffee once she's settled. A deep beep startled her. Her
Naomi stood at the edge of the gravel path, her shoes crunching lightly as she stared at the old barn before her.The sun had barely begun to rise but her breath misted faintly in the cold air.Standing inside the barn, was the man her father trusted the most. Reed. The old man was by the barn doo
She couldn't sleep.The clock read a little past midnight when Naomi gave up pretending she could sleep. The air in the guest room felt too heavy, pressing against her chest, every breath catching like it didn’t belong to her. She sat up, running a hand through her hair, and for a long while she j
The rain had finally stopped by the time Naomi reached her office that morning, but the grayness hadn’t lifted.The city looked washed-out through the tall windows; slick streets, blurred cars, and a sky still heavy with clouds that refused to break. The kind of morning that made her feel small, l
Naomi closed the door of the guestroom behind her and leaned against it, breathing hard. She had left work as soon as the day was over, she didn't want to run into him by accident. He'll, she knew she'd break down in tears again and she already did that. The house was too quiet, too still. She cou







