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

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

genuinely feel guilty about it. I shouldn't have left him alone in there. Now he has lost his calm and mind. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “Benny,” I began, my voice barely more than a whisper, “I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry for leaving you at the club last night. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”Benny turned to look at me, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth. “Your apology doesn’t fix anything,” he spat out, his voice laced with bitterness and resentment. “Because of your thoughtless actions, I had to suffer. I had to scrub the filthy bathroom floor of the club, clean up the entire place all by myself. And to top it all off, I lost my job.”His words hit me like a physical blow. The reality of the consequences of my actions finally sunk in. I hadn’t realized how much Benny had suffered because of my mistake.Suddenly, Benny’s anger flared up again. With the knife still in his hand, he lunged at me. A scream tore from my throat as I turned and ran.

found myself in a whirlwind of confusion. Just moments ago, Eden couldn’t stand the sight of me, and now he was offering me a job. His sudden change of heart was disconcerting, to say the least.What had happened to him? Why this sudden shift in his demeanor? His words echoed in my mind, creating a cacophony of thoughts that left me in a state of turmoil. Should I believe him? Or was this just another one of his games?His offer was tempting, no doubt. A full scholarship, an internship with some of the best designers in the world, and a salary to boot. It was everything I had dreamed of and more. But could I trust him? Could I trust Eden Waylon?I looked at him, his face impassive, giving nothing away. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw sincerity there. But then again, Eden was known for his convincing performances.I was torn between my desire to accept his offer and my fear of being played yet again. “You’re joking, right?” Robin’s voice echoed in the room, her to

The next morningStepping into the restroom, I took a moment to check my reflection in the full-length mirror. The woman staring back at me was relaxed and approachable. My eyes were alert and my mind rested. My shoulder-length hair was pulled back in a casual ponytail, revealing small, simple earrings. Dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans, a soft, blue striped shirt, and white sneakers, I looked every bit the modern, casual professional.Perhaps the casual attire was a departure from the norm, but I wanted to make Heather and Robin believe that I can't work with Arden nor I want too.I found myself on the sixteen floor of FLEXXI clutching a folder so tightly that my hands were shaking. The folder contained my resume, cover letter, two pens, my sketchbook, and a cheesy motivational quote stuck into my head. My anxiety peaked during the two hours I spent alone in the empty lobby. I had intentionally arrived early, expecting Eden to be punctual. But he was held up in a meeting, and I w