When Arya was young, she wanted to be countless things, she wanted to be a writer, then, she switched it to a superhero, then she wanted to skydive for a living, even though her elder sister had called her dumb for that. Yeah, she would never forget about that.And, then her mother told her she could be anything she wanted to be: So, she decided that she would be a fashion designer, because whenever she drew designs, it brought a certain kind of flutter to her heart, a good one actually.Getting fired in Clara's clothing plaza made her lose her zeal, she forgot about everything that mattered, she didn't even tell her own mother about the job, then, she got a job in Axel's line, and she was going to be like a manger. Someone who held high hopes in the company.She would do what she loves best, drawing designs, helping out with the sewing, and the best part of it. People were going to wear her own designs, just by thinking about all those made her heart giddy."You are going to do well.

"I want you to meet someone." Devon Brookes extended his hand, attempting for her to grab it. She stared at the firm hand, before she placed her hand on it. It was hard yet soft to her fingers, she felt the surge that radiated her hand down to her spine. Exactly."Who is it?" She batted her eyelashes, taking a step into the restaurant, she scanned the whole arena secretly praying not to meet anyone."My cousin." He says, like it doesn't even affect him one bit."I am sure she will be lovely." Arya pressed her lips together into a frown, why on earth had she said lovely, there were other tons of adjectives to use. Delighted? Beautiful? What was wrong with her brain?He frowns. "Trust me. She's not lovely." He blows out air.Now, Arya wants to meet her more."Arya. Darling." Arya froze, she knew that voice belonged to her most lovely friend."Emma." She pushes, her teeth gritting, when Emma Roberts, the CEO of Imperial Restaurant was here. No one stands.The woman walked towards them w

"You look stupid right now. Do you know?" Daphne clicks her lips together before whispering in a hushed voice.Devon had no idea when Daphne had started talking to him like they were 'friends' clearly this woman was fucking with him. What a joke."Last time I remembered. You work for me." He whispered, God. When did he started whispering to his assistant's ears?Daphne shut her mouth immediately, her eyes narrowing around. "Still, I find it kind of weird that you standing in front of your wife's workplace when it's not even closing time." Her small eyes grew bulger as realization kicked in. "Wait. Are you stalking her?"Deven could literally smack her right now, but for the purpose of self-respect, he just tucked his hands into his pockets and leaned against the car. "No. Daphne." He says quietly, "I am not stalking her.""Then please remind me why we are wearing sunglasses when it's not even hot. We are standing right in front of the company, and it's almost her break time." Daphne w

How to drain your life away- first of all, never, like never encounter your ex-boyfriend in a very private place. E.g, being a supermarket while you are picking oranges, and boom. He's right there, clutching the basket like his life depends on it."Arya?" His voice is still the same as it was years ago, filled with ego and confidence, just the way he thought he could win anything with just a tap of his fingers.Pathetic.She mid-froze, the orange still wrapped around her arm, just a little more movement, and the fruit would be flying straight into her basket, but no, instead. She's wrapping it so hard, she thought she might snap it.Dear God. Was she going to snap an innocent orange just because of her ex?Nope."Kelvin," Suddenly, breathing became so easy, after everything that happened, she imagined what she would do if she ever happened to accidentally meet him. Alone.But now, she didn't need to think about those words she was going to say, because some certain rush of energy fill

Arya felt like she was being followed.It felt different when she was little that her sister and her played hide and seek, her sister would always follow her and boom. She was caught, she was never good at that game anyways.But today, something kept telling her that she was in for something dangerous.Something so cold, she might not even be able to breathe.As she stepped on the breaks, she stared ahead at the plaza that filled her sight. She was at work, what possibly could go wrong?As she ambled along the halls, some workers greeted her with a cheerful tone.She responded not so cheerfully."Oh. Good morning," She could feel that burn in the back of her neck, something that told her she was being watched, but how? Who? When?Leto's words boomed into her memory, someone was trying to fucking kill her, but who?As she walked towards her office, she could feel that feeling. That dark one that wavered in when you knew you were in trouble.She closed the door of her office, and walked