Not that I am unreasonable, I understand that anyone can come to Jamie’s office, colleagues, family, friends…
But Dylan Watkins?
If there is one last person I would want to see coming into Jamie’s office, it should be him.
It must be him.
It can’t be anyone else but him!
Ugh! Dylan Watkins! I hate him so much! And now here he is!
Damn it! What is he doing here in my girlfriend’s office!?
As I feel my ears on fire and smoke co
“Hey!”I turn around and look at the person who just patted me on my shoulder, and I see...“Justin?” hey! “What’s up?”With a teaseful smirk on his face, Justin points at the door that I am standing in front of, and he mentions, “You are almost going into the wrong bathroom. Again.”As I hear him, I turn my head back and give the sign on the door a glance.“Woah.”With an ironic chuckle, I made a surprised sound——I’ve lost count of the times I was getting in, or ‘ve gotten into the wrong bathroom!
The day is always beautiful in Jamie’s office, until when it comes to the time before lunch.Like I usually do, I sit at my coffee table sorting out my job, sometimes take a peek at Jamie who is putting in all her attention in her job so deeply like a workaholic. What’s different is that she used to be my boss, while now she is still my boss, yet at the same time my girlfriend.I put a sweet smile on my face when I look at her being so passionate about her job. I feel so comforted when I see her giving all her time and effort to run Minerva, she doesn’t make herself look like she is actually running a company which belongs to the others.About that, although she discovered my true gender, she still has no idea about who I truly am, and the relationshi
“Henry…” with her eyes remaining on the laptop screen, Jamie questions me, “That fruit juice store you’ve been buying drinks from…”I raise my eyebrows, “Juicy Punch? What about it?”She moves her glance into my face, her face turns rather blank, I can see confusion in her eyes.Her brows furrowed, “You’ve been walking in and out of that fruit juice store everyday… Is it because you are fond of one of the girls who works there?”At once, her question emptied my mind, only Daniella’s face popped up in my head.…
“Ugh!”Not seeing it coming, I fail to dodge it.I feel my left eye hit by the snow globe even when I shut my eyes. I hear the snow globe fall to the floor and crash into pieces.It takes me just a second to feel the pain spreading from my zygomatic bone to my nose and my forehead.When I open my eyes again, I see the blood trickling down my cheek and dripping over the glass shards on the floor.The office falls to silence. We become so quiet that I can almost hear the sound of my blood dripping.I believe that Jamie is startled too. She didn’t see it coming either, she just
The time is one in the afternoon when Jamie and I got back from lunch. I sent her to the conference room where her next meeting helds with all the documents she needs.I promised her that I will go home to get my blood stained shirt changed and come back to the office before her next appointment starts.However, before I leave, I have something urgent to be settled.I return to the 103rd floor of the office building, and enter Justin’s office.Luckily, even though it is still lunch time, Justin is present in his office with his assistant.“Hey, Henry! What is it? Are you going to ask me out for lunch?” he greeted me with a bright smile.&nb
“And so.” Nikki turns back to Justin, “Why am I here? I thought I heard something about an urgent job.” Justin mentions, “Indeed. We need you to watch someone for us.” Nikki raises her eyebrows, “Through whichever medium?” Justin nods, “Yes. As long as we manage to obtain valuable intelligence.” Nikki smiles with a shrug, “Sure.” she then turns to me, “However, job’s a job. I’ll get you what you want, but what’s in it for me?” I ponder, “Do you need money?” She pouts, “No.” Then, “Clothes or shoes?” She snorts, “Really?” Or maybe, “Cosmetics?” She blows her messy fringe, “Are you kidding me?” Hmm, what about, “Food?” She purses her lips, “Depends.” Okay, food it is then. But, what food do
Approximately two hours after we depart from the airport, Jamie and I arrive at New York City. We set off straight to Peyton Tower once we got off Jamie’s private jet.As soon as we arrive, Jamie heads straight to Andrew’s office. Her pace is fast, she neglects all those people who keep bowing to her at the side when she walks past. Quietly, I keep my pace up to hers.Once we are at an office with the door labeled ‘Peyton Group CEO——Andrew Peyton’, without knocking, Jamie barges in, even when we can hear there are guests inside.Ignoring all those guests in the room, Jamie stares at Andrew sharply.When Andrew sees her ferocious expression, he requests a reschedule for a follow up
With a cold tone, Andrew asks Jamie, “Do you remember this handkerchief?” he then points at me and mentions, “Remember that day when I visited you. He sneezed over my face and wiped his saliva off me with it.”I remember it, though I did that as Henrietta. And now, he is pointing at me when he mentions it.… He does actually know that Henrietta was a man back then, doesn’t he? He actually discovered my true gender way earlier. As Justin and I conjectured, that explains his abnormal behavior towards me for teasing me in front of his assistant and Jamie.Before any of us can respond to Andrew, he shakes the zip bag in his hand and mentions, “Apparently, I kept it. And I did a DNA test with it.”
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.