It Starts With Us Novels & Stories

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I asked, leaning closer to the phone. "Name is still under wraps, but the code used: Red." "Track it," I ordered. “Already on it," they confirmed. I hung up the phone and started back up the stairs when it buzzed again. One new message flashed on the screen. Blocked sender. An unknown number. With cautious curiosity, I opened it. Just one image appeared. It was blurry and clearly taken from a distance, yet it was unmistakably clear. There stood Louis, silhouetted against the dim light, positioned in front of the west wing.

] I checked the name—it was from someone I didn't know well. I replied, [Yeah.] The message came again. [Does Chandler know?] [Of course he does.] I found the question odd, so I asked, [Is there something wrong, Mr. Vasquez?] Winton Vasquez, the CEO of Evergreen Ventures and also a fellow alum of both Chandler and me, replied with a loaded tone, [It's nothing. Just seems like you don't really keep up with domestic entertainment news.] Entertainment news? That puzzled me further. True, I didn't follow celebrity gossip, but so what?

I blinked at the screen. "I just turned twenty," I said, surprised. Everyone stared. Their eyes widened. Even I was caught off guard. I forgot my own birthday. No one remembered. A strange chill ran down my spine, crawling up my neck. Goosebumps. "Wow, did you accelerate?" Sierra asked. I shook my head. “Nah. I just started school really early,” I said with a quiet laugh. "That sucks," Lathan muttered. I couldn't agree more. “It was,” I admitted.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

The timestamp read 02:13:47. Three young doctors in scrubs sat on the floor against the wall. One was asleep with their arms around their knees. Another had their head tipped back against the wall. The account that posted it was called [RainDoesntWant2Work]. Her bio said she was an intern at our hospital. Her post read:

“I’ll start from the beginning then and please believe me I never wanted to hide this from any of you It’s just that I did not know what to say and most importantly I was just scared of being judged. You all are the most important people in my life disappointing you was never something I wanted to do. I wanted you to all be proud of me and I didn’t think by telling you the truth at that time you’d regard me as how you used to before that’s why I decided not to tell you the truth sooner.” I started from the very beginning while reminiscing in the memories. “When we left for school four years ago, we didn’t go directly to Italy we went clubbing in New York. It was just our own way of having fu

Tears that mixed with the river water dripped from my hair. I clutched the blanket, desperately trying to cover my stomach. My voice cracked. "William, no, it’s not like that–"

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

I landed in the coastal city, my heart light. First, I got a new SIM card and contacted my partner. Then, I blocked every single person on social media who had ties with Lauren. They sent me videos of Lauren crying at the airport. I did not watch a single one. They were blocked, their numbers were deleted, and my phone was clean. Good, no more disgusting stuff to go through. I got busy working on a new company and moving the main projects here. I was so occupied, women were the last thing on my mind. God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them.