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 Later that week, thanks to the Boob Squad, we became aware of the accused offenders of the alleged affair: Sadie from our accounting department and Will from tax law. They were not only hiding a relationship, but were expecting.The story running rampant was Benjamin and his wife were at the OB/GYN for a checkup when they bumped into Will and Sadie. Benjamin’s wife told one of her friends about it, who told another, who told another, and so on, before it ended up in one of the biggest office gossip’s ear. You didn’t tell Sheila, Mr. Holloway’s assistant, anything that you didn’t want spread around.I felt bad for them, worrying about when the situation came to a head. I understood Holloway & Holloway’s policy and why it was in place. I was there during the Antonio and Karen blowup. The difference I found here was that Sadie and Will worked in separate departments and never interacted for work, while Karen had been Antonio’s legal assistant.Mr. Holloway could amend it so

 Nathan was always stiff and sore in the mornings. Some symptoms showed more than others. That day fell into the latter category. He literally rolled out of bed, and the limp in his leg was very pronounced.A few hours later, he popped more pills into his mouth, his hands moving to his temples, rubbing them in a counterclockwise motion.By two in the afternoon, he was on the third set of pain pills to numb the aches and migraine that plagued him. He had woken with a headache, and it increased as the day wore on. The medicine didn’t seem to help, and he skipped lunch, opting to lie down in a dark, empty office.He stood and continued to limp, heading to the break room. It was so bad that he was unable to walk it off.Throughout the day, I observed him as he wiggled in his chair and readjusted himself in an attempt to find a comfortable position. He’d give up, sighing in defeat, and settled for whatever position he found to be the most tolerable.It was easy to forget about h

 Days.Minutes.Weeks.Years.Hours.I didn’t know how much time had passed, nor did I care. It was peaceful in the black.Voices called to me, whispered echoes surrounded me. I could make them out, if I concentrated. But I didn’t want to concentrate. I wanted the peaceful black.Most of their words were lost in the depth, mangled, but I could hear the murmurs all the same.Caroline, Andrew…and Nathan.I could make out the tenor more than the actual words. Nathan didn’t say much, for which I was thankful, but I could hear Andrew. He was angry, screaming and cursing while Caroline was pleading.I shook every time I heard Nathan. His voice threatened to pull me back.I didn’t want to go back. The calm darkness held the pain at bay. I didn’t have to feel my heart shattering in there.Though the pain came through anyway every time he spoke.It wasn’t often, but it was there. He stayed silent, and I couldn’t help but wonder why he was there. Didn’t he leave me? Break me?

Special thanks to: My husband, David, for his support and encouragement in my writing endeavors. Crystal, for without her friendship, support, and guidance I would never have entered this journey. Massy, for being the voice of wisdom and clarity. Stephanie, for sharing is caring. Kyla, for her sessions. Nyddi, for her unending encouragement and help through this process. Deborah for her support and teachings. Chrisann, for her perspective and love of lemons. Last, but very much not least, to SM for writing a beautiful love story that helped me find the passion in life I was missing, and the fandom for bringing me friends, family, and the courage to spread my wings. Words can never express my gratitude and love to you all.

 Welcome to the Cameo Hotel I get what I want.When I walked through the door of the Cameo Hotel I didn’t expect such a beauty to be working the front desk.The effect she has on me is intense, and I make her life a living hell because of it.I love her spirit, her internal defiance when completing the most inane task I assign her. My two week stay has turned into unending, just to be near her.She’s under my every command if she wants to keep me happy.There’s one last thing I want.Her. Find out more here  Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Every girl has dreams of meeting Prince Charming, or at least I know I did. A fairy tale-like meeting of love at first site.Real life and fairy tales are very different. I’m just a small town Indiana girl that had a chance encounter with one of Hollywood’s golden boys. You may think you know where this story goes—not even close. Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even