Eden POVI stood there, in the solitude of my office, my fists clenched at my sides. The glass window before me offered a panoramic view of the city, but I barely noticed. My mind was a whirlwind of frustration and anger, each thought more infuriating than the last.The harsh glare of the afternoon sun reflected off the skyscrapers, mirroring the heat of my temper. I could feel the tension in my shoulders, a physical manifestation of the storm brewing within me. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, each beat echoing my mounting fury.I stared out at the bustling city below, its vibrancy a stark contrast to the turmoil I was experiencing. The people down there seemed so small, their problems insignificant compared to mine. I felt a surge of envy for their ignorance, their blissful unawareness of my situation.My reflection in the glass was a stranger’s. The man looking back at me was not the calm, composed individual I was familiar with. Instead, his eyes were hard and cold, his e
With a sense of urgency in his voice, Declan cleared his throat and asked, “Is anyone willing to shed light on the current situation?”I whirled around, my eyes flashing with disbelief, “Declan, are you truly unaware of their clandestine actions? They make decisions without my knowledge, as if I’m a stranger.”“Mr. Eden, we assure you that no decisions were made behind your back. We are your faithful employees,” Mr. Kennedy defended, his voice trembling slightly.“And why was the scholarship program, a beacon of hope for many, terminated without my consent?”“You instructed us to cut down on company expenses. We thought this was a viable solution,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.“I advised you all to reduce company expenses by refraining from company-funded trips, not by compromising our values,” I retorted, my voice echoing in the silent room.Mr. Kennedy hung his head low, guilt etched on his face. He was unable to meet my gaze. Declan intervened, trying to defuse the
Stassie POVAfter slipping into my clothes, I made my way back to Heather’s room, only to discover it was empty. They had relocated to the terrace upstairs. The sound of their footsteps echoed above me, a clear indication of their whereabouts. Wanting to avoid any further drama with Biddy, I decided to join them upstairs without her noticing.As I tiptoed up the staircase, the evening sun was beginning its descent. The setting sun bathed everything in a warm, golden glow, casting long shadows that danced around me.Upon reaching the terrace, my eyes were immediately drawn to Heather and Robin. They were comfortably seated under the patio, engrossed in a conversation. As I moved closer, they spotted me and warmly invited me to join them, “Come on Stassie! Have a seat here!”Intrigued by their unexpected location, I asked them, “What brings you guys to the terrace?” Robin was quick to answer, “Heather’s mother is quite noisy and we wanted some privacy. We thought it would be best to tal
" All you had was her first name. Imagine, in a city as vast as New York, how many souls might bear the name Stassie?” Declan’s words echoed in the confined space of the car as he slammed his foot down on the accelerator.“Stop the car!” My voice cut through the tension like a knife. In response, Declan’s foot hit the brakes with such force that the car screeched to a halt, right there in the middle of the bustling street. I hastily unbuckled my seatbelt and leapt out of the car, my sudden exit triggering a symphony of honks from the irate drivers behind us.Declan, taken aback, also stepped out of the car and looked at me with a puzzled expression, “What happened?”I didn’t utter a word. Instead, I pointed towards a billboard that had caught my eye. There they were - my designs for the new summer collection, displayed for all to see.Declan’s gaze followed the direction of my finger, finally resting on the billboard. His complexion paled as he absorbed the sight of the purloined desi
I decided to take an alternative route. I stealthily navigated through the back entrance, the creaky fence door offering a secret passage. As I tiptoed into the shadows of the house, the living room came into view. It was a whirlwind of activity - laughter echoed off the walls, conversations filled the air, and the music was a deafening roar that threatened to shake the very foundations of the house. My annoyance ignited into a blazing fury - this was not the peaceful home I had envisioned when I agreed to share a house with Benny.A plan began to take shape in my mind, a plot of sweet revenge. If Benny wanted a party, then a party he would get - but it would be one he’d remember for all the wrong reasons. With careful steps, I descended into the basement, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest. The fuse box loomed in the dim light, an unassuming harbinger of chaos.With a swift, decisive motion, I pulled out the main light fuse. The house was instantly swallowed by darkness, t
Stassie POVI sat on the cold, hard floor of my bedroom, the only sound being the rustling of newspapers that surrounded me like a fortress. The dim light from the solitary bulb hanging from the ceiling cast long shadows on the room, making the headlines on the newspapers seem even more daunting.Every inch of the floor was covered with newspapers, their black and white pages spread out like a monochrome mosaic. The classifieds section was my focus, each job advertisement scrutinized with desperate hope. My fingers traced over the words, feeling the rough texture of the paper as I read each line.My heart pounded in my chest as I flipped through page after page, my eyes scanning for any opportunity. The silence of the room was punctuated by the occasional sigh escaping my lips. Each rejection letter I had received seemed to weigh heavily on me, their words echoing in my mind.I could feel the desperation creeping in, wrapping its cold fingers around my heart. But I pushed it away, for
The hours seemed to stretch on endlessly as I moved through the crowd, serving drinks and making small talk. The loud music was a constant presence, a pulsating rhythm that echoed in my ears and vibrated through the soles of my feet. I could feel a headache starting to form, a dull throb at the base of my skull that grew with each passing minute.“Hey, you okay?” one of the customers asked, his voice barely audible over the din.I forced a smile, “Yeah, just a bit tired.”He nodded sympathetically, “First time working in a club?”I nodded, grateful for the brief respite from the noise. “Yeah, it’s a bit overwhelming.”He laughed, “You’ll get used to it. Just take it one step at a time.”His words were kind, but they did little to ease the pounding in my head. Deciding to take a break, I made my way back to the bar area.The bartender was a whirlwind of activity, his hands moving with practiced ease as he mixed drinks and served customers. I watched him for a moment, marveling at his e
I reached my house, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world. The familiar scent of home filled my senses as I closed the door behind me. I kicked off my shoes and made a beeline for my room, my safe haven. I collapsed onto my bed, the softness of the mattress a stark contrast to the harsh reality I was grappling with.As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, the events of the day replayed in my mind like a movie on loop. How did Eden find me? What did he want from me? These questions swirled in my mind, each one a painful reminder of our encounter.I wanted to forget about Eden, to erase him from my memory. But he was like a shadow, constantly crossing my path, his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. His words, his actions, his gaze - they haunted me, leaving me feeling helpless and trapped.I felt a sense of despair washing over me. It was as if I was caught in a storm with no shelter in sight. But amidst this turmoil, there was a glimmer of hope. A resolve that I wouldn’t let