It has been such an enjoyable afternoon I spent at Los Alimentos with Justin, aside from the chaos of course.
We return to Minerva right after lunch. I’m now in Jamie’s office giving it a slight tidy up. I clean the couch, wipe the coffee table, sweep the floor, brush the shelves and decorations a little; I keep the stationeries at where they should be, stack the documents up accordingly, wipe the laptop screen, brush the keyboard, clean the table, wash his mug and refill it with ristretto.
Just when the office and I are all prepared to welcome Jamie again, Jamie suddenly returns.
Now that is a good timing.
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That night after I got back home and took a bath, I lay on my bed in my robe.With my fingers, I brush my short hair to the back, appreciating how refreshening and comfortable my head feels when I don’t have to wear a wig.I am finally alone in my own bed, a place where I can finally relax without needing to be nervous all the time over my true gender being found out.I hug my soft pillow in my arms and rest my chin on it, and that is when the color of the white sheet reminds me of the white hair sticking on Jamie’s clothes.Victor’s words flash across my mind.“Create a fake Facebook account, connect with him, and you find out more
The next morning in the office, I first bring up a cup of ristretto for Jamie, as usual, asn I report his daily schedule to him, as usual too.However, he doesn’t seem quite as smart and sober as usual. In fact, he looks a little fatigued. I can even see dark circles appearing under his eyes.Woah. I mean, what happened to him? I thought we were having fun last night.Well not us, him and the HotGuy InTheBed.Was he up to something last night after we ended the conversation?“Jamie, are you alright?” looking at his tired face, I ask in a concerned voice, “You don’t look very good today. Have you not slept well?”
The sun has gone down, and the stars are plotting lines in the dark blue sky.Time flies, it is Friday night, and I am wearing a floral puff sleeve chiffon dress standing in front of the building where I live, waiting for someone to pick me up.Although my thoughts had been occupied by Donald Duck throughout the day, I haven’t forgotten that I have dinner to attend to, at Jamie’s house.Instead of wearing a sexy dress to show my skin, it might be better if I can wear something casual that blends me in with the environment. A house is a place to feel cozy, Jamie might feel more comfortable if he sees me in this dress.Of course, that is what I learned from Victor.
“Here we are, Ms. Chandelier.”After a few minutes walking through the door of the Peyton Mansion, we finally arrived at the dining hall. On my way here, I can’t stop turning my head around looking at all these magnificent ornaments and decorations in the spaces I’ve walked through. I catch as many things as I can into my sight, I exclaim at every one of them in my heart.So this is a mansion my parents built for the Peytons huh. They must have put all their minds and time at work to build this wonderful place. I bet they never knew one day the Peyton Group would betray them and take everything away from them.I shake my head a little to expel the negative thoughts that might bring up hatred from my mind. Today’s dinner is as good as a date nigh
The time is nine o’clock when we finish all the dishes prepared by the talented chefs. I had a great nine indulging these palatable luxurious dishes with Jamie tonight.I hold the glass in my hand and take a sip of the white wine. I feel a little warm after I consume an amount of them, especially my ears. I know I should really stop drinking it, but the sweetness and the balminess just can't keep my lips away from the glass.I tried to avoid it, but I am feeling rather tipsy right now.“Henrietta, are you alright?” Jamie speaks in a deep voice, “Your face is all reddened.”I chuckle, “I’m alright, it’s just I am not good at drinking.”
Figuring out that I shall run away from Marie for now, and at the same time drink some tap water or even wash my face to sober myself up, I gently put Marie down on the floor and stand up from the chair.Seeing me standing up all of a sudden, Jamie strikes me a surprised face.“What’s wrong?” he asked.I put up a bashful smile as I mention, “I think I need to be in the bathroom…”Unexpectedly, Jamie stands up too, “I’ll let the butler show you to the bathroom.”While before he could call for his butler, I wave my hands in the air and edge in.&
Feeling curious about the space Jamie is currently staying in, I start to wander around Jamie’s bedroom.So this is the bedroom of the CEO of Minerva huh? Cozy, clean, comfortable…Except for that I have the scenery of Chicago waking me up every morning, Jamie’s bedroom is not much of a difference from my bedroom.Hah. I have a bedroom similar to Jamie’s, I can be the CEO of Minerva too.Trying to feel the texture of the wall, I place my hand on the wall next to the bathroom door. This behavior must be a habit I got from being in the construction industry for the past few years, I think. Or maybe most of the curious kids do this too.
“You’re back, Henrietta.”After another half an hour since I left the closet, I finally found my way back to the dining hall.“Did you manage to find the bathroom?” with a smile, Jamie asked.I force a smile on my face for him. I am not prepared to sit down in front of him and talk to him like nothing happened. I can’t seem to get rid of what I’ve just seen in his closet.“Yes…” I answered. In fact, if I’ll have to say, I didn’t just manage to find the bathroom, I managed to find your closet too, Jamie.Feeling extremely guilty against my disrespectful behavior, offending his privacy,
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.