All Chapters of Begin Again: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The call came when Eden least expected it, just as she was about to settle down for an afternoon nap with Aiden. He wasn't a fussy baby, but he preferred routine over surprises, and any slight delay in his schedule made him cranky. "Hang tight my angel, Mommy has to take this call," she kissed his hair and gave him his favourite sensory toy to distract him while they ran to the kitchen to grab her phone on the counter. She was hoping it's the call she's been waiting for for over a week now, the one call that will change her life and take her from unemployed to potentially employed overnight. "Hello," she cried breathlessly just as it stopped ringing. Aiden tried to snatch it from her, but she bit his tiny hand playfully. He giggled and screeched happily. Eden stared at the screen, willing her phone to go off again, but after fifteen minutes or so and still nothing, she returned to her bedroom and laid down on the bed with Aiden resting on her chest.

"Ms McBride," A low, raspy voice jolted Eden out of her daze. She turned to see a tall woman with a greying afro staring at her with curiosity. She looked familiar, but Eden couldn't remember where she'd seen her. "I'm Yvonne Gibson, but everyone calls me Gibby," she smiled and held out her wrinkly hand. When Eden took it, she expected it to be as frail as it looked, but she was amazed by the strength in the older woman's handshake. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Eden said effusively, stopping short of bowing. "Please follow me," Gibby said as she turned on her heel. She was surprisingly agile for someone elderly, and Eden had to keep up with her quick steps and her life story in the five minutes it took to get to the interview room on the same floor. Eden only managed to grasp that Gibby's in charge of the administration office. All the secretaries, personal assistants and office support personnel reported to her. She made the

In his office, Liam loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves, determined to get through the stack of week-long reports piled high on his desk. He was halfway through when his cousins, whom he shared floor space with, came in. Julian arranged himself in the armchair in front of the bookcase and turned on the TV to watch the financial markets' afternoon report. Matthew stretched out his long frame on the black leather mid-century couch, the only piece of relaxing furniture in the room because Liam didn't want time wasters hanging around. They were not good for productivity. People only came to his office to state urgent business and leave; his space wasn't inviting enough for a chit-chat. His cousins were the only two people who often overstayed their welcome. Two minutes in and Liam was already tired of them. "If there's nothing urgent, I'd like to finish this before my date with Laura," he pointed at the stack of folders on his desk.

Gibby was waiting for her at reception when they reached the penthouse office. Liam vanished off somewhere, and Eden was relieved he's not her boss. For a second there she was starting to believe he's the Dragon the older woman had warned her of. Gibby led her through a maze of offices and boardrooms and held the door for her as she ushered her inside a cosy four-seater meeting pod. "Please sit, Ms McBride," she waved at one of the empty chairs. "I'm sorry I couldn't meet you earlier. I was trying to get your access ready." Eden smiled, "please call me Eden, and I kept myself entertained. I love the interactive map on the ground floor." "That's Mr Anderson's baby. I believe you've just met him," Gibby chuckled. "He thought it would be an awesome idea to give people a glimpse of what we do here. I must say it's a hit with all our visitors." Of course, Eden thought. No wonder he seemed chuffed with her response earlier when he asked her

Eden didn't know how she managed to drive home in the emotional state she was in. She couldn't even remember leaving Anderson Logistics. She must have, though, because she only realised she's home when a perturbed Brenda dashed out of the house and ran up to the car. "Is everything okay? Did you forget something?" The sitter asked as she pried open her door and helped her snap off the seat belt. Eden heard her questions, saw her lips move, but she couldn't process. Her mind was too tired to compute, let alone form coherent thoughts and translate them into spoken words. "Did something happen? Are you hurt?" Brenda carried on as she pulled her out of the car and flipped her around a few times, checking for any visible signs of trauma. She paused and frowned when she couldn't see anything wrong. "Say something," Brenda asked. "Are you hurt anywhere?" Eden sighed and touched her chest. Yes, she was hurt, right there, in that place