Stella I smiled at Francis as I slowly walked down the stairs in my high heels. I wasn't exactly use to walking in heels so I didn't want to fall. It was the night of the party and the only outfit I could find that was suitable enough was a royal blue dress and some heels. I combed my hair into a neat bun and wore some silver earrings. Francis looked really good in his dark blue suit (since the party was formal), his face was perfectly shaved and his cologne was way too strong as the scent hit my nose as I reached the bottomed of the stairs. "You look beautiful" "Thank you and you look good as well". We stood together chatting about random stuff until the bosses came. Amanda looked absolutely beautiful; she was in her black dress and her pair of Christian Louboutin heels. Daryl looked gre

2 weeks laterStella Newton After checking my account savings, I realised that by the next three weeks I'll have enough money to start my mom's surgery. I was beyond happy. I went to the hospital last week to see her and I spent some time reading to her. She only squeezed my hand and say a few soft words here and there. The doctor said her kidney was failing slowly day by day. I cried that day but now seeing that I will have enough money soon, made me happy in every way.I was currently cleaning the living room. The bosses left earlier for a meeting but I couldn't help but noticed something weird with them. Daryl somewhat seemed distant from his wife by the way he acted when she went close to him and kiss his cheek. He didn't pay her any mind at all and just walked out. I couldn't forget the hurt and confusion on Amanda's face when he did that.Francis

 StellaI haven't been to work for about five days now since what happened. Since what Daryl told me. I still couldn't believe him. He tried to blackmail me, something I didn't expect. There was a ton of things I didn't expect; like the fact that Amanda wasn't good enough to please him in bed.Right now I was staying at my apartment. Brad had been calling me but I hadn't picked up one of his calls. I'll just have to explain everything to him later.I heard a knock before there was a sound of my door being opened. I left my room in a hurry wondering who was so presumptuous to enter my place like that. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the one guy I didn't want to see. Daryl. He was standing at my door with his hands in his pocket.He started walking up to me taking very slow steps. He was dressed casually in jeans and a blue button up shirt. H

 StellaI knocked on Brad's door and waited for him to answer it. Right now I was lost in my thoughts of telling him the situation I was in and about the contract between me and Daryl. I know he'll be mad and angry but apart of me wished and hoped that he would understand. I only did it for my mom, nothing else. She means the world to me and I can't think about the wrongs of signing the contract with a married man because I don't regret it. it was for a good cause.The door was opened revealing a tired- looking Brad. His hair was tossed in many directions and he was shirtless and his body was glistening with sweat. He looked like he had just finished working out. He seemed a bit surprised to see me. " Stella, I didn't know you were coming over, he said running a hand over his face.

 Stella Newton "Take these"I glared at Daryl as he handed me his briefcase with some files on top of it. I held it to my chest with strong hands because it was quiet heavy. He threw on his jacket before putting on his tie whilst looking in the mirror. I was thinking of wearing something casual but he I should dress more formal in a nice dress and some heels. He stated that I must look decent enough if I'm to be by his side.After he was finished admiring himself, he took up his phone and walked off with me rolling my eyes and following behind him. After we reached the elevator it felt like my arms were about to give out. The briefcase was super heavy and the files on top weren't helping either and Daryl didn't even try to help me."You know you can atleast help right?, I say trying to hold onto the briefcase as best a si could because I did