Water flows from the faucet rapidly, the sound of water splashing in the basin echoes across the bathroom.
Yet, it still fails to cover the sound of me giving myself a sharp slap on my face, trying to sober up myself a little.
I look into the mirror, I see water streams down my face and drops.
I am weird. I am feeling extremely weird.
Jamie is my enemy, I came here to destroy him, not bring him happiness!
“Henry! What are you thinking!? Are you crazy!?”
Again, I give myself a slap on the face, I can’t help but point at the mirror and yell at myself!
Pantry before lunch time isn’t occupied by a single soul, especially one on the C-suites executive floor.Due to Justin’s office being occupied by his assistant, I decided to bring him to the pantry. We can’t talk inside the cubicle in the bathroom, or in the fire escape staircase after all, we might be heard by other people.After we enter the pantry, I lock the door and put down the blinds. However, right before the moment I can turn around to face Justin, he hugs me again from the back.He squeezes me with his strong arms, cuddling me tightly, just like he is preventing me from running away from him.“Oh, Henrietta.” he whispers, “I like you so much! Now I can finally have you
After obtaining a promise from Justin to keep my secret for me, I return to Jamie’s office immediately.There, as Jamie sees me coming in, he suddenly stands up and walks to me.“Chandelier.” he called, “I have a task for you today.”Task? Curiously, I ask, “What is it?”He reveals, “Meet a client for me.”I raise my eyebrows, “Meet a client?”Showing me a photo of a man with his phone, Jamie introduces, “Azurblau Skyland, this is their chairman, German businessman. You’ll meet him and his assistant this afternoon, lunch
Immediately, I stand up from the seat and stretch my arm out to shake their hands.“Mr. Peyton, I believe this is the first time we meet.”The lady called me ‘Mr. Peyton’, she isn’t suspecting my identity at all.She introduces themselves, “This is the Chairman of Azurblau Skyland, Mr. Emmett Kruger. I am his assistant, Mathilde Braun.”Ms. Braun’s fluent English surprises me——well they do speak standard English, don’t they? Why did Jamie introduce the opposite? Did Mr. Kruger just hire a brand new assistant who speaks english?Or, could the issue about
“Mr. Kruger.” patiently, I try to explain to him, “Aesthetics are indeed important, unique buildings do come out with a more ideal result acting as a landmark architecture. And I believe, since Mr. Kruger has a rather high standard of sense and taste, the issues of this residential building are not emerging in its form.”Disdainfully, Mr. Kruger snorts, he taps heavily and rapidly on the papers expressing his discontentment, “If it’s nothing about the appearance, why did your designers do this to my building!?”Reacting to his brusque and impatient behavior, I take a deep breath as I try to calm myself.I explain, “It is about safety, and these safety acts are the ones affecting your build
“And not long ago, June 14th, 2017, Grenfell Tower, Kensington, London——72 died, more than 70 injured. Fire spread rapidly up along the building’s exterior, due to the building's cladding, the external insulation, and the air gap between them which enabled the stack effect. It was the deadliest structural fire in the UK since the Piper Alpha disaster happened in 1988, and the worst UK residential fire happened since World War II.”When I’m finished, I see Mr. Kruger and his assistant are stunned at where they stand, utterly dumbfounded, taking their time to digest and react.Before they are going to say a word, I continue, “If there is a fire happening in your residential building, and your residents did not manage to escape, everyone is trapped and burnt alive… How many lives do you t
The next day, as usual, I went to Juicy Punch to get myself a cup of fruit juice, and also to take a look at Daniella, reminding myself of the fact that I am fond of Daniella, not Jamie.After I arrived at the office, I spent the whole morning in Jamie’s office, working at the coffee table next to the window.The time is almost lunch time when somebody suddenly knocks on the door.Jamie remains his eyes on his documents when he mentions, “Come in.”Soon after Jamie answered, the door opened. There, Mila walks into the office with a phone in her hands. She gives me an awkward smile as she proceeds to Jamie’s table.“Good morning
A few seconds later, Justin finally answers the call.“J-Justin.” by his name I called.“Henrietta, how rare it is for you to use Jamie’s intercom.” in an instant, Justin recognized my voice. He then asks chuckling, “What is it? Are you requesting more excitement from me?”I frown, I warn with my tune lowered, “Stop making jokes… Jamie asked for your presence in his office.” and secretly, I whisper to him, sending him a signal, “Quickly come and save me.”As soon as Justin hears me, his voice turns more serious as he asks, “Are you in trouble?”
After Justin and I left Jamie’s office, we proceeded to the basement carpark and got in his Bentley directly. We drove out of the office building immediately to make our horrible lie convincing.While we saw Melonie on our way out. It reminds me of the person Justin and I saw when we came out of the pantry yesterday.Mila said the video clip was sent via email anonymously; clearly the video was taken from the outside of the pantry, and the only person we saw when we came out was her——Melonie Myers.Could she be the one who recorded the video and sent it to the HR department?Yes, it could be, or I’ll even say it must be her, but why? We didn’t even know her until yesterday, why did she
After a few minutes travelling in my red Lexus LS 500, Jamie and I finally arrived at our destination. After Jamie gets out of the car, I pick up a red velvet box from the glove box and put it in my coat. I then catch her up from behind. It is a big house built next to the beach. The house is fully furnished and renovated. It is ready for people to move in and live in it. I am the architect who designed and built the house, however I haven’t decided what to name it yet. Well, anyway… I first bring Jamie through the garden on the beach, I open the door with the key and we enter the house.
The time is five in the evening. I am back in the office building, sitting on the couch, waiting for the interview session to start in approximately half to one and hour.I grab my phone out and check my messages again.I had made a few calls to Jamie through various ways, she never answered the phone, and now, there is still no sign of Jamie.Weimar is seven hours ahead of Chicago, which means it is twelve at midnight at where Jamie is.It is already the next day in Weimar, and that makes this the second day I lost the sign of Jamie.Weird… This is weird.Jamie never leaves me hanging for m
April 2023. Two years later. It is spring in Chicago again, a time when the florals come back to life again, well so do the people. The warm breeze brings the voile curtains up, allowing the morning sunlight to shower on my white bed through the French windows. That is when I am woken up by the sound of this hectic city. I stand on my balcony in my robe, yawning and stretching my body at the same time. “Good morning, Chicago.” I take a glance at the scenery of the city from the top of this building, I see people and vehicles all over the streets, everyone is ready for work and vac
June, 2021.It had been almost one month since the accidents happened.I was discharged from the hospital, rested at home for a few days, took some medicine, did some simple rehabilitation practice… I am almost fully recovered.The news reported that Melonie Myers was brought into custody by the local police. The police told me that I no longer need to worry about stepping out of my house.Also, it is Wednesday morning, a regular working day for me.And so, I am now back to work at Minerva, no longer as the CEO’s secretary, but as the CEO and the owner of Minerva; no longer in skirt and lipstick, but in suit and tie.
Air flow, machines, birds chirping, and a woman sobbing… Those are the first things that come into my ear when I gradually return to my consciousness.They sound really vague at first, but turn louder after as I slowly open my eyes too.There, I find myself in a ward bed. My face is covered with an oxygen mask. My arms are surrounded by tubes and wires.And, I see someone burying her head in the bed, holding my hand tightly in hers.“I’ve lost our baby… I can’t lose you too, Henry… Please wake up...” she sobbed.Slowly, I raise my other hand, and lay it on her head. I caress her gently, stroking her hair th
Assuming that it must be Mr. Hurlock behind the door, I unlock the door and open it without peeking through the cateye.I ask as soon as I open the door, “Yes, Mr. Hurlock? Did you forget someth-”However, just when the door is fully opened, the face of the person standing in front of the door is revealed in front of me.It is a lady in black attire, with a bike helmet on her head, her black hair draped over her shoulder, and she holds a knife in her hand.It isn’t Mr. Hurlock, it is...“Hi there, Henry.”“Melonie Myers…”
It is almost midnight when I sit in my living room alone, waiting for Jamie’s butler to show up. It is always a quiet night like this that makes people feel lonely, isn’t it? Tears ooze out of my eyes abruptly, they trickle down my face one after another. No matter how many times I wipe them off, no matter how hard I try to stop myself from crying, my tears just won’t stop. I cover my face with my palms to cover my sound, I sob as quietly as I can, not hoping to wake Jamie up. I try to stop myself by clearing my head, yet every quiet moment like this keeps reminding me of the fact that we’ve just lost our child. Our dear child… If you can hear us,
The accident and our loss hasn’t been too kind on us, especially for Jamie. The impact of losing our child hits her heart and mental condition so badly. She had been crying for days, she didn’t eat much. She fainted a few times. She became so tired and weak, that the doctor kept her in the hospital for another few days.Tonight, Jamie is just sitting on the bed, sometimes leaning on my shoulder, imagining how different our life would be if everything never happened, how our life would be if we hadn’t lost our child.What gender will it be? Will it be a little princess? How heavy will she weigh when she is born? Will she look more like Jamie or me? What name will we name her? How will we celebrate her first birthday? How excited will we be when she says her first word or takes her first step? Will she first say mommy
“Jamie…”Not knowing how much time has passed, I gradually woke up when I heard myself mumbling.I first feel my senses are unblocked, just like when one who sinks in the ocean for a long time gets back up from the water.The next thing I feel... is my body covered in pain, especially my head.“Umm…”Holding the pain back, slowly, I try to open my eyes.It is the moment when I open my eyes again, bright light seeps into my eyes. I squint into the light, my eyes take quite a while to adapt to the light.