I lean my ear on the door like the first time I did this——eavesdropping on their conversation.
“Grow up, Jamie. Stop relying on dad. You’re enough pampered.”
It was a man who talked, and I found his voice rather familiar.
I think I’ve heard him talking to Jamie once before, that day when I saw him——a tall, buff man wearing a classic black suit, a burgundy tie, and a Patek Philippe Geneve Twenty~4.
He said something about ‘dad’.
Doesn’t that make the man Jamie’s brother?
After I open the paper bag and place Jamie’s breakfast on his desk, I point at the door with my thumb and raise my eyebrows.“Was that your brother?” I asked.Jamie nods, sitting back on his desk, “Yes, indeed. You must have seen him all over the internet, the newspapers, the magazines. He’s the future president of Peyton Group.”Right, like I did. I grew up skipping all news related to Peyton Group.Jamie picks the fork and spoon up, ready to tuck into the lasagna.But before that, “Chandelier, take the following days off.”“What?” all of
The day is peaceful. I stand by Jamie’s side like a standing lamp while Jamie is busy getting his job done before he leaves for the three days trip to New York City he planned.He hasn’t been walking out of the office though. He didn’t even dare to walk close to it.While there, it is an hour to lunch time when Jamie suddenly suggests, “Should I call Henry before I leave?”Henry?Jamie wants to call Henry?By any chance that the Henry he is referring to, is, “Henry Nosrevi?”Keeping his eyes and pen on his paper, Jamie
Just a second later after I escape from Jamie’s office and arrive at my desk, my phone suddenly rings.Trying not to let Jamie hear it through the walls, I hide under my table and answer the phone right at once.“Hello.” in my softest man voice, I greeted.Jamie’s voice comes in, “Hi, Henry. This is Jamie, from Minerva.”Yeah duh, “I know.” who else then? You just said you would call Henry Nosrevi.Whereas Jamie sounds rather astonished, “You know?”Ah right. Henrietta knew it, but Henry Nosrevi didn’t.
Lunch time on Thursday, the restaurants and cafes are filled with people as usual, but not Dominguez Cuisine.I can see Jamie through the glass walls, he is sitting at the table in the middle. He waves at me when he sees me walking to the door. I smile and wave back at him.The receptionist seems to recognize me from the last meeting with Jamie, he lets me enter the restaurant and proceed to Jamie’s table by myself.When I am with Jamie, indeed, who doesn’t remember me? Jamie is famous around here, he likes to reserve a whole unit just for a meal with someone, everybody remembers a man like that, and his wallet and Centurion Black Card of course.Jamie’s smile turns brighter when he sees me pull th
People on the street keep passing by this beautiful glass house. Some of them have been craning their necks peeking inside from the door, talking to the receptionist, trying to figure out why can’t they enter and have lunch in their favorite Mexican restaurant.“Luck is bad. The rich ones again.”I can vaguely hear them sighing in disappointment when they walk away. I guess Jamie and I sitting inside all alone is what makes people think rich people are selfish.We occupy the whole place, we block them out, take away their chances to have a wonderful Mexican meal of their afternoon.It was undoubtedly a great meal though, that is one thing, to my surprise, I feel glad that I happen to know one of th
After sending Jamie off, I drive Jamie’s Mercedes Benz S-Class back to my place. I bring Marie up to my penthouse.I take a quick bath and put on my robe. I hold a glass of champagne in my hand and lean on the black marble countertop.I observe Marie as she walks around the house, sniffing everything she can, trying to get familiar with the new environment.After wandering around for quite a while, she comes to my feet and rubs her face on my leg.I put the glass on the countertop and squat down. I pat her head, gently.“Meow.” she meowed, rubbing her head on my palm and blinking slowly and languidly at me.
It is when I feel a tiny tongue licking my face when I return to my senses.Marie gives my face a few licks and climbs on me. When she finds a comfortable spot on the back of my bare shoulder, she sits down and starts to clean herself with her paws.I slowly turn my head to the side to get some air. I figure I should stop sleeping with my face facing downwards, I’ll eventually bury myself in my pillow instead of the grave.I squint my eyes into the morning light to find a brand new day has started.It is Friday, everyone gets up early and gets to work as usual, excluding me.My boss is not around, I can lie on my comfortable bed until whatever time I
The high efficiency of the workers behind the counter made the customers’ morning easier, it just took a few minutes for me to take over the lead of the queue.I put up a smile when I see Daniella as I come to the counter.In a great spirit I greet her, “Hey.”Brightly Daniella smiles back at me, “Hi, what would you like to have?”I take out the point card from my wallet, I hold it in my hand as I say, “As usual.”Yeah. Daniella knows what I always order.Yet…“As usual…?”
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.