THE NEXT MORNINGThat is the noise of the alarm clock. The voice that seemed to come hauntingly through the walls of sleep woke me up immediately. But I was hazy and too enticed to be engulfed by the soft facade of my bed covers. I nestled deeper into the blankets, releasing a soft sigh, as I tried to shake the coils of sleep off my mind.And then I remembered, I had to follow Adrian to his office-that oven hot place-to meet his designs team today. Contemplating all that brought me an incomprehensible wave of energy and left me sitting up in bed with my mind racing.With the comforter on the floor, I swung my feet over the edge of the bed and left them dangling. Standing, I slowly reached up, stretching arms high overhead. I arched my back, attempting to dispel all of the sleep from my body.The movement took me to the bathroom, quiet steps against the floor marking the start of my morning routine. I douse my complexion with cool water and brush my teeth until the familiar mint flavor
I couldn't stop smiling as I stood there, listening to Adrian's request. "Baby, this is an office, not a party or club," I softly said with my shaking head of amusement.But Adrian's look stayed serious, his eyes boring into mine as he replied, "Yes, I know, but dress attractively for me, would you?" The bedroom posts had, long ago, developed a low sound and hum. The smirk that began to grow on his lips was from the wicked pleasure he got in torturing me with his pleading looks and boyish charm.Allocating enough time for him, thus, with a smile, I turned and began walking toward the bathroom with water beckoning my warm body like a siren's call. Bath time! The water soothed my eyes against the final remnants of sleep and made me stand there leisurely, washing my bum, rinsing off my taxed body, and keeping my thoughts of Adrian alive as I entered the shower.The water soothed like a balm upon my needy skin, washing out every trace of fatigue from the previous night. I stood there as t
"Are you scared?" Adrian asked, his voice soft and gentle as he noticed my demeanor. His eyes were fixed on mine, intent piercing those depths searching for signs of fear or worry. I tried to conceal my emotions, putting on a brave front, but everything about me betrayed it. My hands were shaking, my heart racing - all efforts to calm were useless. The air in the room felt like it was thickened, with Adrian's eyes boring into mine with a soft yet intense gaze.Awkwardly shifting, my eyes honed in the other direction from Adrian's piercing glare searching for the truth. Care etched lines into his visage, knitted the brows across a waiting form for the answer I would give. The silence was heavy and complete between us, save for the dull drone of an air conditioner while I steeled my mind to find the right words to ease him."I got you baby." He said, his voice soft and soothing as he clasped my hands in his. He was warm in the grip, giving soothing warmth against the growing anxiety in
Jacob's handshake was warm, hanging in the air as I withdrew my hand in an attempt to bring some equilibrium back into myself. "I have to say, Mam; you really look great," Jacob added, his voice rife with excitement as he grinned at me. Intensified with the illumination that emanated from his eyes, his whole visage seemed to stir into life with the utterance of those words.A slight grin crossed my face as relief flooded my being, and there I was in the act of suppressing discomfort. "My pleasure, sir," I told Jacob as we shook hands. His handshake was firm yet gentle, along with a grin that captured warmth toward me.The sound of contact between our two hands was a soft muted sound, concluded around with greetings and not much more. Calming warmth washed through me as I stared into Jacob's eyes and saw the kindness in his expression seem sincere. Deep brown sunk into color around them, warm, as if they came filled in a visage with a sense of compassion as he smiled at me. "I can't wa
I was sitting in my chair, mentally racing with a ton of emotions, feeling as if she was talking to someone else. It felt like I was lost in a dream, nightmare-esque, where I was caught in her presence, unable to wake up. The words rang in my brain: "Come to the stage... teach everyone... masterpiece proposal..." I thought I was going to pass out, with the words catching in my throat as I tried to process everything going on.I was looking around, searching for Adrian, my rock, my support. He was sitting directly in front of me, eyes locked with mine, calm and reassuring. Here was someone who made me feel a whisper of comfort. Peace washed over me. It seemed to me as if he was assuring me with his eyes, "I understand; I'm here for you; I've got your back." And just then, breaking the spell, the lady said, "Ma, please, we are waiting for you.”But then the lady with a pronounced jaw and searching eyes seemed to perceive my confusion and walked toward my table, the soft rhythmic clickin
"I think we should take off that professionalism and welcome her like a family," said Adrian simply, with a soothing warmth, his voice a balm for my tattered nerves. My heart unclenched with the sensation that Adrian spoke right to my soul, stilling the tempest of my turbulent feelings. I felt as if the weight of my grief had rendered my eyes heavier than ever. I felt an almost physical relief wash over me, as if my very being were exuding all the tension away through the slightest cracks.Drowning in that sea of smiley faces, everyone stared at me with kindness and understanding. The room became brighter as if the lights themselves had melted, sobering into a flickering orange. "Aww, she's really calm," one of the voices expressed with admiration, lingering in the ambiance of compliments. "Oh, she's really nice," said another girl, almost awestruck, as if she was discovering a gem.Expect the conversation to be interrupted by Adrian's voice, a voice that had the marvelous ability of
The waves of nervousness were gracing me with what felt like a confession of a secret sin. My heart was thumping in my chest; sweat was oozing down from my palms; my mind was jumbled with what I should say next. "Come on now, let me have my chance to sit down and then I will say something," I told him in the mildest tone, contradicting the spilled out words that were seeking to have his heart spilled in an unsuspecting ask. My heels were killing me, the points of the stilettos stabbing into my flesh, making every step a Herculean task. I could not stand it anymore; my feet hurt too much, so I wanted to sit down. A chair was brought to me-a delightfully plain one, with cool lines, it seemed, out of nowhere. I sank gratefully into it, a rush of relief flooding through me as the weight from my feet dissipated. It creaked softly, the sound spilling through the room like a soft whisper. "Okay," I said, inhaling deeply one more time as I tried to gather my thoughts. And everyone in the ro
"I have learned in my experience that whatever idea pops in your head, just start working on it bit by bit," I said, filled with conviction as though she was imparting a hard-earned truth. The words were like sunshine breaking through clouds and filling inside with potentiality. "Little time, the world will know you for that," I flashed with an inner flame, as if my soul alight, while giving my advice.They all applauded as though Sarah had touched something deep and personal within their hearts. The faces of the girls were beaming with smiles and glittering hope and inspiration as though they had seen a brighter future. It was like a wave hitting them, trying to erase their fears and doubts."Thank you kind madam," a man intoned very sincerely as he finally stood up from the assembly. The light from his shining eyes indicated a feeling of adoration as if he were seeing some kind of masterpiece. His words were soft like the breeze that blows over summer evening. "I want to boast about
JENNY POVContrary to what I vaguely recall about the trial, with little less than half a month to go, I walked my final tour of the evidence. I took a long walk up the stairs toward the safe box where all the documents and evidence were kept, my heart racing.When I opened the safe box, the second surprise awaited me; it was empty. All our evidence was missing! Panic swept over me, and I reached in to search frantically, hoping maybe I had mislaid the documents. But the truth was clear: everything was gone.Unbelievably so. Everything we had worked for and all our evidence had vanished. It felt like the wind was knocked out of me. How could this happen? Who took the evidence?Panicking, I called Adrian and the lawyer, stuttering. "It's gone," I said. "All of it."Adrian was calm. He reassured me: "We'll figure this out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Don't worry. We'll find a way to move forward."But I felt uneasy now. That meant our case was in trouble. Samuel's team would probably
JENNY POVWe had amassed all the evidence and, with Gabriel's expert counsel, we were quite confident of a solid case against Samuel. Upon consulting our lawyer, we scheduled an appointment to discuss the next steps and finalize the court date.There was a nervous energy fluttering around me as I followed Adrian into the lawyer's office. What would the lawyer say? After that, will it be possible for us to carry on with our case? Just the sight of Adrian's stoic demeanor reassured me, and I inhaled deeply again to control my nerves.Gabriel was inside the room, coffee in hand. He gave a little nod of acknowledgment as we settled in, while the lawyer began to go through the evidence.She finally said, after looking through the papers, "Let us go over the plan one last time. We will be bringing the lawsuit.” Then, we prepare for Samuel's team to respond, which will probably include trying to discredit you or the evidence."Adrian nodded, jaw tight with determination. "We are ready for th
JENNY POVWhen we broke away from each other after the hug, the memory of him really made me grateful for Adrian. Surely he was that support system I needed at this moment. "Thank you for being here for me," I said with quavering words.Adrian smiled at me, took my hand, and replied, "For always, I am here with you." "We'll face everything that comes."Rejuvenated, we took our seats one last time to review the evidence. The lawyer had told us that the case was strong, but we had to be prepared for every event. Adrian and I were going through the adaptations, underlining the crucial points, and exchanging views on strategies.As the day darkened, the tension in the room built up. Both of us were waiting for the return of this breath-holding event, wishing it would end soon so that we could all finally move on. But it was obvious that this required patience and tenacity.And then, just when we were seeming to take a break, the doorbell rang. Adrian went to answer it, and I could hear so
JENNY POVThen she turned to us with a playfulness glinting in her eyes and said, "I have a question for you two." Adrian and I exchanged curious looks, and I asked, "What is it's, Mom?" She fixed her gaze upon us, darting between Adrian and me, before eventually saying, "When should I expect my grandchildren, please?" The question hung expectantly between us, twinkling as a little playful tip made both of us smile and ponder on how to answer it.Adrian stared at me, a sly smile spreading across his face as if he was daring me to respond to my mom's query regarding grandchildren. "Soon, Ma," he said, his voice teasingly mischievous as he tried to deflect her curiosity. My mom's eyes sparkled with mischief while teasing me: "I know Jenny won't say anything." Her words hung in the air, humorous but full of innuendo, and made me laugh loud, feeling my cheeks burning.The night pressed on: the ambiance of darkness shielded us, and we were slowly traveling back to our rooms, slowly paying
JENNY POVThe days morphed gradually into weeks, while weeks would gradually morph into months, and my mom was really okay after that. "Thank you so much, Jenny," she said to me, holding my hand. Her voice was much better now, and we were chatting well. She didn't get sick anymore, and the doctor visits were not frequent by now since the workers kept caring about her with kindness and compassion.Adrian and I used to go and visit the hospital together to bring her favorite food and flowers. We sat down to watch movies or even play games, but even though it was at a slow pace, she was getting back. The hospital room of care was now much brighter with laughter than it had ever been used to and filled with sadness and concern.It was like any other day; we were just chit chatting when suddenly, a glittering tear glistened in Mom's eye. "I'm very grateful to you, Jenny," she said with a shaking voice. "You have been my stronghold during this journey." A warm hug followed from me, elated a
JENNY POVIn the course of her recovery, I fleeted back home to refresh myself often. The workers would live with her, looking after her needs, and updated me about her conditions through regular phone calls, sometimes giving me a good laugh or two while hearing stories on her improvements.We began to develop a bond through these talks, and soon I would be on the edge of my seat waiting for their calls. They told me all about the jokes she told, her smiles, and how determined she was to recover. I laughed and appreciated their kindness.One day, I asked them all over for breakfast in appreciation of the small things they did for my mom. They came with huge, toothy grins and gifts of sunshine-dripped fruit and fragrant flowers. Here we were around the table, sharing together in a hearty meal.Mrs. Jenkins said, "We're so proud of your mom's progress, Jenny. She's a fighter." I smiled, feeling all the more blessed to have them with me. "Thanks to you all, she's getting a little better
JENNY POVAt first, the workers got busy setting up my mother for the transport to the hospital. I watched as they transported her into a stretcher, their faces serious."We'll get her the help she needs," Adrian said, his voice reassuring. "We'll make sure she's okay."I nodded, and hope washed over me. Maybe, just maybe, we could get my mom back on her feet. Maybe we could undo the damage that Samuel had done.But for some reason, all along the way that took us out of the house into the open, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the opening act--the warm-up--for a longer and tougher journey ahead.As the workers placed my mom in a car, an entire jigsaw puzzle of emotions filled the air: relief because actions were finally being taken; then apprehension of what could come to pass in future. The workers whose eyes had been somber just a few moments ago suddenly spoke."Pleeeeeeease, Jenny, let us help,” Mrs. Jenkins said, her voice being a little shaky. "We'll assure that y
JENNY POVAdrian took my hand and squeezed it gently."Let's go," he was saying in a steady voice. We walked together toward the little house, hearts heavy with concern for the ahead.I carefully entered the house with a pounding heart and a twisty stomach for anticipation and nervousness. Workers followed close behind, looking concerned. Adrian stayed near me, offering supporting comfort.A piece of cloth had been laid over something on the floor as we entered the room. My instinct told me it was my mother, but that thought was unbearable. "Where is she?" I managed to whisper to the men working.Mrs. Jenkins paused, speaking with a trembling voice, "Look at her here," extending her hands toward the cloth.My throat constricted as Mrs. Jenkins pulled back the cloth. I almost choked. My mom was lying on the floor with her eyes closed. I screamed, "Jezzzzz!"All hell broke loose in my mind. I staggered backward, feeling lost and disoriented. I never thought I could see such a thing: My
JENNY POVThe moment I stepped into the house, some feeling of discomfort seemed to wash over both me and Adrian. The staff had welcomed us with uneasy gestures, and one could almost taste the tension. Mrs. Jenkins, the housekeeper, came towards us smiling uneasily."Jenny, dear, we need to talk to you about something," she said in whispers.I exchanged the same puzzled glance with Adrian and followed Mrs. Jenkins into the living room. The others had entered, too, and their expressions were serious."What are we talking about?" I asked with an authority in my voice, betraying hardly any nerves.Mrs. Jenkins took a deep breath. "We have been looking after your mother for a while now, and...and there is something about which we have been doing...that we should not."I had felt that my intuition might be right: a knot was tightening painfully inside my stomach. "What do you mean by that?” I demanded, trying to add firmness to my tone while being cautious.The staff exchanged anxious look