So cruel

CRISTIAN “...we could talk to the owners of the little malls around there. We're already on it. They'll have to move somewhere else. And then we can demolish the buildings and have enough space to erect the hospital.” Davidson was saying, as he showed slides on the screen. “I think building a hospital in that area would be great, Mr. Anderson.” One of my executives added. “And disastrous.” Another one countered. “What's going to happen to the lives of the families that will be affected by the demolition?”“We're compensating them hugely for it. We're paying for their next space. We'll help them all the way. They have nothing to lose.”“That's what you think. Some of these people have sentimental attachments to their space. They'd never sell it off for money. If you force them to sell, it could give them a deep emotional scar. Money can't fix that.”I listened keenly to their debates. We were in the conference room in my company's headquarters building. It was about building someth

Forget about me

LACY I'd paused my movie to pick up the call. I was alone in our apartment. Aaliyah left to meet up with her photographer boyfriend. Bored out of my mind, I settled for watching a movie on my laptop. And the plan was to quickly discard whoever was calling me and get right back to my movie. That was the plan until I heard his voice. Then I became speechless. My heartbeat had grown insanely loud too.I wasn't sure what to say. He just called me cruel. I wasn't sure how to reply. “How are you doing?” He asked. His voice was slurry. Almost like he was drunk; it was breaking too, but I'd be insane to think he was crying. A man like him wouldn't cry for a girl like me. It wouldn't make sense. “I'm good,” I mumbled. A stiff silence followed. And then he breathed out. “God, you're so cruel.”I wish he'd stop saying that. It hurts. “You're not going to ask how I'm doing?”“How you doing?” I asked. “Bad. Terrible.” “Why?” “Why?” He repeated with a croaky chuckle. “You seriously don't

Need to hear her voice

CRISTIAN “I honestly don't think I was the right person to tag along with you, Gi. You should have picked Davidson or any of the others on the team. I'm literally of no use here.”Gina laughed, taking a right turn. She had her sunglasses on and her hands were tightly wrapped around the wheel. She's such a slow and precise driver who makes sure to obey every road rule. Which is commendable, by the way. But the slow driving today, coupled with the day's airy vibe, was making me dizzy as hell. “You're the perfect person to accompany me on this mission, Mr. Cristian Anderson. Don't be ridiculous.” She countered sarcastically, scrutinizing the streets.“I seriously think I'm not.”“You're the man in charge of this project. You're the one who needs to make the final decision on what you want to build around this area. And you can't make that decision based on pictures from the screen or debates from your subordinates. You need to see the area yourself. That way you can make a professiona

Were you waiting for my call?

LACY In all my years of existence, I've never been in a funk because of a man. It was either about my unending financial issues or my unending family problems or my suffocating bond to Mad Dog. And sometimes my academic issues. But never about a man. But in the last week, I've found myself acting like one hell of a depressed soul. I'm happy and okay at work. I'm vibing and laughing with Aaliyah in school. She's mostly not at home anymore. She's always out with her photographer boyfriend. It's just me at home. And I end up crying a lot. My room is a mess. My mind is filled with complex and unsettling thoughts. I spend all my time fantasizing how different life would have been if he wasn't Aaliyah's Daddy and I wasn't Mad Dog's plaything. Maybe we would have a shot at being together. Because this reality sucks. He's Aaliyah's Daddy and I'm stuck with Mad Dog for life. There's no way I could ever be with the man who effortlessly makes my heart flutter. And God, I've been grieving tha

Come see me

CRISTIAN For the next five minutes, none of us said a word. We were listening to each other’s breathing. And it was weirdly comforting. “How's your finger?” I asked, breaking the soothing silence. “It's okay. It doesn't hurt.”“Did you treat it?”“Yes.”“Did you get scolded by your manager?”“No.”That's a relief. “I'm really sorry about your suit. I promise I'll pay for it however long it takes. Even if I have to save up my salary for the next 20 years.”“Right. I'm sorry Gina said that to you. She was just stressed out by the whole mess.”“I understand. I bet she hates me now. Is it okay for you to call me like this when your girlfriend hates me?”“Who? Gina? She doesn't hate you…”“So she's your girlfriend?”God damn it. That's what she's worried about? She's not sincerely apologetic about ruining my suit. She's more concerned about what my relationship with Gina really is. Now I don't know if that should upset me or excite me. If she's worried about Gina, that means she's jea

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So cruel

Forget about me

Need to hear her voice

Were you waiting for my call?

Come see me