"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
Nods went all around, heads bobbing up and down like some strange puppet show. Gentle waves of agreement rippled through the room, faces determined yet calm. Adrian stood tall enough to be noticed, and I knew he had something to say; I couldn't take my eyes off him, waiting to see whether he would speak. His smile lit up his whole face as he started."Thank you so much for the ideas," he said, filled with warmth. "They are... wow... they are something extraordinary."The room held its breath as if anticipating the punchline. "And for this, the Sterling company is going to give you a holiday to Dubai," he said, even more delightedly, taking in the response around him. He shot a twinkly-eyed glance around the room like he was letting everyone in on an exciting secret, while the room felt as if it were in a vibrating mode waiting for a turn.The room was in chaos with everyone shouting in joy. Then, the voices cut up in pronunciation, tallied into a cacophony of excitement. The sound wou
It seemed as if his look had wrapped around me like a warm embrace, bringing a feeling of comfort, reassurance that calmed my nerves, giving balm to my soul. Yeah, right baby, he said in a low, soft voice, reaching out to place an assuring hand on my knee.In the touch of that hand, there was magic, a tingle running down my spine like a spark from an electric wire, igniting a fire inside me. And again, he reversed the car immediately, the wheels screeching at the very instant as if a bird took flight, the moment he turned the car around and sped towards my house.The car was flowing like a smooth and sinuous river through the streets while it was carrying us along with leaves in a stream towards the destination. We reached my father's house a few minutes later; the house was basking under the familiar sight of the building like a warm hug that enveloped me to safety.It felt looming like a comforting presence before us, and its walls seemed to be a sheltering wing, providing a haven a
"I said yes, Dad, but it was difficult to remain calm with a storm brewing inside me. 'He has, but was that a bad idea?' "I made an effort to reason with him, but there was a tinge of defensiveness in my tone.""Why could it be a bad idea for you?" thundered my father, his face deepening in hues with anger. "I have sold you to Adrian so that he can keep you soft for my information and scam some money for me," he spat venomously. "But tell me, how about all these while? "He boomed out to me, his voice rolling about the walls.I tried to soothe him down, explaining myself, but he wouldn't let me. "Oh, just shut up, you little rat," he sneered. "Instead, you came into the house and began to act against me. Is that right? I say something, and you come in with an immediate counter?" he screamed, his face contorted into an ugly scowl.I experienced mixed feelings of fear and aggression, but I kept my ground. "Dad, the person you sent for the steel was not trustworthy," I explained while rai
My father's face was unchanged, but his eyes glinted with interest with a flicker of curiosity. He wanted to see how low I could go for my mother."We will see how far you're willing to go," his voice dripped with danger, each word almost charged with poison. The atmosphere became heavy with that threatening tone. "Let me see the extent you will sacrifice for your valuable mother," he sighed."No, Dad, you won't do that!", I said, trying to make him understand, my voice filled with deep emotion. But all he did was smile.He glared at me, each word like a whip. "Just watch me," he said, advancing toward me. I was afraid of him; I realized he could hurt my mom if he wanted to; he would use her as leverage to enforce his will.I was almost begging him, my voice quavering now. I needed him to feel something-humanity, pity, guilt. "Tell me why I should not take her life," he said with an eyebrow raised."She's your partner," I said, trying to remind him of his obligations as steadily as I
"Please, Samuel, do not do this," I pleaded, choking on my words, "Just do not hurt my mother. She has done nothing wrong, and so she'll never deserve anything evil."An indifferent expression manifested on Samuel's countenance, but I saw a slight spark of interest in his eyes. "Innocent?" he repeated mockingly. "Your mom is not innocent; she kept secrets from me, which had the potential to ruin my reputation and my business."A burst of rage filled me as it clued me in on his attempts to corner me with my supposed Mom's secrets - secret because they existed only in my mind. "That's not true," I said, my voice firm. "My mom would never do anything to hurt you or your business.""Let us see about that," he said, his tone laced with evil. "Now tell me all there is to hear about Adrian projects. I want to know every detail and every secret from your mouth.”Fear washed over me as I realized that time was not on my side. A decision had to be made. I could accede to Samuel's every demand o
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