Waking up from a text she received from a number a few winks ago, aggravated her. She had forgotten to hang the phone on silent mode before going to bed the previous evening. Another instant when she thought about the beeps, being a lifesaver—Emily gave a nod and took the yield of the device from the table next to her bed. This time around in the morning, she must go and get ready for her day, and move over to the mansion in the space of one hour. She was presumed to retire back to Mr. Stone's house the day before this day, but didn't and the reason behind the decision she took, remains unknown. The phone was lingering to be utilized at the point, and Emily unlocked the device the next moment to see the content and context of the text. At least, before proceeding to the washroom for a warm bath. When she unlocked her phone, there was a text message from Alexander, staring at her in the face. But before she could look over the message, she came to decide that the man was mad at he

He was by the window side, his hand on the shutters while he stared at the portion of the Enterprise he could catch a glimpse of from where he was being placed. From where he was, Alexander could catch a glimpse of cars that drove past the gate of his Enterprise—old and recent, including cabs that halted around the Enterprise's portico to pick up passengers. The backgrounds of his office were built to his taste. This way, he can notice when someone he doesn't want to see is on his or her way into the Enterprise. This way, he would place a call to Jessica or the receptionist and ask them not to let the guest into his office in the name of not being available.Now he walked back to the desk side after gaping at what he scanned outside the gate of one of his properties. Alexander took a seat on the chair that confronted the turned-on but not-in-use computer system. Nicholas has done more than enough for him, as the case may be and there was only one thing he would do for the young man:

It felt so good to be preferred over Jessica who asserted her suggestion was not reasonable enough. Emily on her part, had anticipated less acceptance and more rejection from Alexander and the rest of her colleagues who were inducted on the chairs in the meeting room. “It is good enough,” Alexander began when the place went serene suddenly. In his voice, there was a tone of disorder. Dissatisfaction, rather and it was relatively tough for him to conceal how disappointed he was. Who was he disappointed at? Emily, or Jessica? If the case was well judged, it would be none other than Jessica who cut in Emily's speech with the phrase ‘newbie’. Did the woman have to put it that way to Emily? Alexander thought and modified on the chair he was seated. Jessica herself was once a newbie and he took to almost all her suggestions, he recalled vividly. So what did she try to do a few moments ago?The staff began to murmur, cutting short Alexander's thought. The man winked while his concentr

She was late for work!The last time it was Emily, now her? Why? What went amiss with the alarm clock in her room? The last time she inspected, she set the sound to be more vociferous than the clock in Emily's room. She scooted into the bathroom for an immediate bath and scurried out after a few minutes of walking into the bathroom, unsatisfied with the way she had her bath. What could she do about it? Nothing at all. The manager would ask after her when she is not seen at the shop in the next hour, and Vicky may not want to tell a lie on her behalf again. She hurried with her clothing, fixing the gown she planned out to wear the night before, over her head. Olivia walked to the mirror to check out herself after getting ready for her day at the Cafe shop. Without having breakfast, she scooted out of the house, not fully set. Her hair was not done the right way, but she didn't care. Maybe she did. One thing was particular and that was the demand for her to be at the Cafe shop i

She paced her office, tense and skeptical. How would she go about this? Emily wondered, opening the curtains of her windows. She walked back to the other flank of the office and paced again—many thoughts in her head. What would the other staff call her piece? She was worried by these thoughts and more as today happened to be the day of her presentation, and the staff would be gathered in the room where they were assembled the last time. Why did she suddenly think Jessica loathes her? What was the explanation behind the divulgence at the eatery the last time? Why did she have to tell her those words if she didn't reckon something was ongoing between the boss and herself? “Argh!” The woman let out a demoralized sigh and sauntered to her desk. Can there be a change of plans? She thought. No, she beseeched. At least, this once. All she required was some more time to repair herself and see how stable her mental health was, just in case Jessica had something up in her sleeves. Sh