All Chapters of The Perfect Lie: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Blake's POV)My eyebrows knitted as I gazed at the woman in front of me. At first glance, I thought she was a lost university student or applicant. I had to be careful, though. This wasn't the first time Samantha experienced someone coming to her just to see him or get close to him. I made a quick look at the telephone at her table, thinking whether I should call security or not."I... I understand if you don't want to have the interview with me. I'll just tell Stella. I was late anyway," she stammered. "You.. you... you look busy,"If I don't talk now, she would probably faint anytime soon.I raise my hand, "No, it's okay." I looked at her again, and I was amazed she didn't recognize me.  I wasn't really busy. When I heard Samantha had to go because of an emergency at home, I told her to cancel all my appointments today. I was at her table because she forgot to hand me an urgent document I needed to review. I didn't expect it would

(Blake's POV)"Are you sure Mr. Williamson won't mind?" Tara glances at me, then turn her eyes again on the wall aquarium separating the dining room from the kitchen. She was standing in front of it, and as a child, she was looking at each fish as if memorizing its features.Tara is the first woman I brought here whose interest is on my fish rather than me and my 21,000 square feet living space, which is, by the way, over $50 million in cost."He won't," I don't mind, I answer, thinking of her going ballistic once she sees my bedroom made me smile. I had a fish tank installed in my whole bedroom wall. "You really like the sea," she beams as she sits down on the chair and takes her notebook and pencil."You like swimming?" I ask, watching her doodling again on her notebook. I feel like I won't get tired of watching her. The longer I look, the more I realize why she is beautiful. She has long eyelashes that whenev

(Blake's POV)"Jesus!" Samantha exclaimed when she saw me standing in front of my wall aquarium.I have been standing here for a while now, with my arms crossed as I stared blankly at the glass. I got up early today since I couldn't sleep well, did several laps in the swimming pool, got dressed, and still I felt empty."Difficult project?" she asks, knowing I am in this kind of behavior whenever I am in my deep thoughts. "What happened to you?" she asks again when I did not answer.She opened the fridge to get water, then turned to me as she opens the bottle."You're early," I said, not facing her, but from the glass I see her leaning on the refrigerator after she closed it, and right now she was looking at me intently."I felt guilty leaving you early yesterday," she said, although there was a hint of joke there.Samantha is a family, my cousin, and my best friend. She has stayed as my personal secretary for a long t

(Tara's POV)How can life be so easy to others and to some difficult?I rolled my neck from side to side when I felt my eyelids closing involuntarily. One last class, then I could crawl back to my bed. I have three minutes before my next, finally, last class."Don't look at the sofa! Don't look at the sofa!" I have been telling that to myself every time I was on my five-minute break. Even the furry carpet was calling me and telling me how wonderful it is to lie on my back for a while.These were the times when I wish I should have just asked for Stella's help but thinking of everything she had done to us for the past five years, it would be too much to accept her offer.  The 'ding' sound from my chatbox startled me."I'm sorry Ms. Tara, I can't attend your class today. I'll just see you tomorrow,"I gasped and waved my hands in the air."Thank you, God!" I cried, heaving a sigh of relief. My eyes we

(Blake’s POV)I was on the phone with one of the board members when the glass door opened. Samantha comes in with several folders in her hands, usually for my approval or review. She carefully stacks them on my table, arranging them according to their priority. Before she left, she placed the brown envelope at the top of all the others.  My eyes flicker on the envelope. A number and a note were written on a pink sticky note. She went out quietly after replacing my empty water bottle with a new one. I get the envelope and take a look at the drawing again.Tara was indeed good at remembering everything. The details of her drawing were complete and precise. She could perceive the place’s reality using crayons, so I can’t imagine if she had good materials. She remembered the visual information from one object to another. Tara is not just talented. She is gifted!‘Last class, 9:00 a.m.’ Samantha scribbled he