Adrian's voice came like thunder over the phone, and a cold shiver ran down William's spine as he had never before heard Adrian speak with such urgency and emotion.Adrian was a man known for his tough exterior, his business acumen, and his strict demeanor. Yet, when it came to his wife, Jenny, he was a different person altogether. He had human feelings for her, feelings that he rarely showed to anyone else.William was scared; he heard the running heartbeat of his heart as he listened to Adrian's angry voice. He knew he had to do something quickly to cool off Adrian's anger and get the doctor to attend to Jenny.Immediately, he sprang from his seat and scurried to the doctor's office, his legs moving with swiftness down the hall to try to soothe Adrian's temper.He was now at the doctor's, and Mr. William delicately knocked on the door as his knuckles kissed the wood softly."Come in," a voice called from behind the door in a meek manner. The door cracked, and William slid into the
I had my drawing pad clutched up against my chest, its corners digging into my ribs, as I shouldered my bag of art supplies. The house was too quiet. My bedroom door creaked softly when I opened it, and I hesitated, holding my breath. When no one stirred, I exhaled and slipped out, stepping carefully down the big staircase. My socked feet were silent, but every creak of the old wooden railing was very loud in the quiet.And then I got down there, and I heard his voice—deep, firm, and familiar. Samuel. My stepfather."I don't want to hear excuses. Just finish it," he bellowed. His voice carried from the dining room, off the walls. I peeked around the corner at him, phone to his ear as he paced back and forth. His suit was perfect, just the light from the chandelier gleaming off his cufflinks. He looked very irritated.I was hoping he wouldn't notice me; I grabbed my bag and tried to make a run for the kitchen, but just like always, I was out of luck. My bag hit the corner of one of the
Adrian shut the heavy oak door to his office with a bang; the sound reverberated in the room. He frowned more as he ran a hand through his thick black hair, still thinking about the meeting he had just left. His jaw was tense as he walked to his desk, the heels of his shiny shoes clicking sharply on the floor."Adrian," a familiar voice said, bringing him out of his reverie. His grandmother's attorney, Tiller, stood by the window, his dark suit impeccable. Beside him, Marcus, Adrian's best friend and COO, leaned back casually against the armrest of one of the soft chairs, looking careful."What is it now, Tiller?" Adrian asked sharply as he sat down in his chair. His fingers began drumming on the wooden desk, evidence that he was impatient. "I thought we wrapped up my grandmother's estate months ago."Tiller, adjusting his glasses, stepped closer, carrying a nice leather briefcase. "Ordinarily, we would be, but something has risen that requires your prompt attention."Adrian raised an
This room was my safe haven, the only sanctuary in this big house where I found even a shred of peace. I sat cross-legged on the floor beside Mom's bed, moving chess pieces across the board I'd set up on the small table. Playing against myself wasn't as dull as it sounded-it just gave me something to focus on besides the quiet beeping of machines that kept my mother alive.Soft music flowed from the speaker; Sinatra's voice filled the dead air, low and smooth in his croon. The sound of my voice came as a whisper: "Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars…"I looked at Mom, very still, pale, and serene in her features. "You always loved this song," I whispered, as if she were listening. "Remember? You used to hum it as you cooked breakfast."There was no answer. Never would there be an answer. Still, I continued talking, as if she may just respond. That way, it wasn't so hard to accept her silence.I moved another chess piece, then sat back, looking at the board. "I think white'
I wasn't able to sleep last night. Every time I would close my eyes, all I could see was his face: Samuel-cold, smug, making his demands from me. The sheets were wrapped around me from all the tossing and turning, like the heavy weight of my thoughts. How could this be happening? How had everything gone so wrong?The hours ticked by until finally morning light filtered through the curtains. I didn't feel rested. I didn't feel anything but that overwhelming knot in my stomach. I did need to get up, though. I needed to make myself do it. Samuel had made it crystal clear that today wasn't optional.I shuffled downstairs for breakfast, a cloud of depression hanging over me. Samuel was in the dining room; his usual smugness was replaced by an almost unsettling cheerfulness. It was as though pawning me off to some stranger for marriage was the highlight of his day.'Well, aren't you in a good mood? ' I thought bitterly, still picking at my food which I tried to force down. He was awfully jo
I felt the blood rise to my cheeks as Adrian's lips curled in a slight sneer in greeting. A simple "Hi." That's all I could get out-pathetic, even to my ears. Why couldn't I have been poised, collected? I didn't know this man, and yet somehow, I felt that with one greeting, I'd already let him down, myself down. And, well, a part of me wanted to say sorry for the awkwardness I couldn't shake, but I didn't. I took another step back, eyes flashing to the floor, hoping he didn't see how badly my hands shook.Samuel, blind to my discomfort or just enjoying it, smacked Adrian on the back and hustled him inside. His jovial tone sliced through the tension like a knife, and I followed behind, silently cursing myself for not being able to pull myself together. The living room stretched out before me, sterile and empty-the space feeling larger and colder than I remembered. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was hanging in the air, but it didn't help smooth my nerves. Nothing would now.I sat do
I stood up and walked out of the living room with the urge to cry, but I couldn't. I went to mum's room and knelt beside her, grasping her palms; they were so worn out. A gazed intensely at her face as the tears began to flow freely with reckless abandon.“Mum” I spoke but in whispers, my voice failed.I sniffed before continuing.“The worst has happened. Samuel has done his worst. He sold me out of marriage to some billionaire today and in a few weeks, I will be taken away. How more devastating can my life be?”Just as expected, there was a dead silence when I finished talking. I maintained my position with tears still streaming down.Suddenly, the door flung open revealing Samuel; he had returned from seeing Adrian off. He leaned on the door frame staring at mum and I with contempt, his grey eyes piercing through me.“Thank your stars you didn't ruin the meeting with your lack of composure”. He said with a voice laced with anger.I tried to avoid his gaze, fixing my eyes on Mum's bo
After taking a warm bath because it was a cold morning, I was confused about what to wear for the interview. Should I look professional or casual? I finally resolved to look in between professional and casual.Dressed in a blue knee length gown, I went out of my room and headed downstairs but I stopped abruptly midway. I had to see my mother first, I hadn't spoken to her throughout yesterday.I turned around and headed for her room, turning the door knob clockwise to open the door. I saw a medical attendant trying to inject a yellowish substance into the drip bag. She was startled immediately when she noticed my presence, our eyes met and she was visibly shaken.“Good morning ma”. She said in shutters.“Did I scare you in any way”. I asked with furrowed brows.“No ma, I thought it was Mr. Samuel”. She quickly responded.“Very well then, please continue with what you were doing”. I said, rolling my eyes.Samuel had somehow inflicted his workers with fear, at the sight of him they tremb
Adrian's voice came like thunder over the phone, and a cold shiver ran down William's spine as he had never before heard Adrian speak with such urgency and emotion.Adrian was a man known for his tough exterior, his business acumen, and his strict demeanor. Yet, when it came to his wife, Jenny, he was a different person altogether. He had human feelings for her, feelings that he rarely showed to anyone else.William was scared; he heard the running heartbeat of his heart as he listened to Adrian's angry voice. He knew he had to do something quickly to cool off Adrian's anger and get the doctor to attend to Jenny.Immediately, he sprang from his seat and scurried to the doctor's office, his legs moving with swiftness down the hall to try to soothe Adrian's temper.He was now at the doctor's, and Mr. William delicately knocked on the door as his knuckles kissed the wood softly."Come in," a voice called from behind the door in a meek manner. The door cracked, and William slid into the
Adrian paced around his office, the soles of his shoes echoing from the walls-a rhythmic accompaniment to turbulent thoughts.He paced around, looking into the floor as though he was looking for some sort of misplaced treasure.His face furrowed: his brow did show worry and concern. He was tormented by uncertainty over what would next happen, with his mind consumed by the fear of Mr. Shanks' response.The memory of Jenny's collapse in front of Mr. Shanks' investors was fresh within his mind, the shame and embarrassment still burning within him. Adrian boiled in anger and frustration as his mind went to the words of Mr. Shanks:"I don't pay my workers well.”He slammed his hand onto the table. The sound resonated through the room, like the cracking of thunder. Books that lay upon the table tumbled to the floor, their pages fluttering open like wounded birds.Adrian's face twisted in agony and he screamed, his voice a raw and primeval shriek. "No………!" he yelled, his hands tearing at his
"No, sir, please don't go!" Mr. Adrian pleaded as he tried to stop investors from storming out of the company in a fit of anger."Let's talk about this; there must be a way we can resolve our differences.""I don't think so," one of the investors turned and said. "I think you don't pay your manager well, that's why she couldn't even answer our questions.""Why do you say that?" Adrian asked as he tried to defend Jenny."I say that because the lady who slumped looks stressed, that's the reason she slumped," the investor added. "We will send you our response soon," Mr Shank said as he and his core investors left the company.The voices of the investors made Mr. Williams run out from the other office to the conference room to see what was happening. "I! I!" Williams shouted, running to the lifeless body of Jenny, slumped to the floor, her body limp and her face pale."Ahh, no! What's happened to her?" Williams exclaimed, shaking me gently. "Wake up! please wake up!"But I didn't respond
We got into the car and zoomed off to the Adrian company. I was feeling a little bit anxious.Finally, we got to the company, the name of the company welcome us and the beautiful environment was wowMr. Williams, the manager who had been shaking under pressure; quickly handed him all the necessary files. With a great deal of confidence, he showed the people present in the room.I was so confident that Adrian was taken aback, and soon found himself stealing glances at him as he flipped through the pages of the document."Good morning sir," the cleaner said, breaking the spell. "Mr. Jude, our client, is here to see you.""Alright, I'll be there in a minute," Adrian replied, adjusting his clothes. He looked at me and then the other remaining six workers and sighed."I want this client to invest in our company," he said to me."I, please, I would be happy if you make us proud. I know you haven't done this before, but I just believe in you," Mr. Williams said, desperation and hope so thick
No sooner had the words escaped my lips than Helen's eyes had widened in alarm and she let out a loud shout, but I was quick to react. I swiftly clamped my hand over her mouth, my fingers pressing gently against her lips to silence her. "Why are you shouting?" I asked her in a low, urgent voice, looking around the room nervously, fearful that Julian might have heard her cry out.Helen's eyes darted back and forth, her face pale with fear, as she whispered, "He will catch me, ma." Her voice was trembling, and I could feel the depth of her anxiety. I took a deep breath and, as reassuring as possible, my voice calm and soothing, told her, "No, he won't. Just do it, and be unnoticeable," I urged, my eyes locked on hers.Apprehension clouded her gaze; she was terrified that her ruse would be discovered. I knew by now that I really had to get her on my side. My knees nearly grazing the floor, I stepped closer, speaking in a begging, urgent voice:"Please, Helen, I beg of you. I need to kno
And as I sat, lost in my thoughts, came Adrian's soft voice to pierce my fog."Sit, my love." But I didn't utter a word, my mind still wandering to some far-off place, engrossed in the thoughts that had occupied me all day.Adrian's voice came again this time louder, more insistent, "Sit, babe." The sound of his voice was like a summer's breeze-soft and soothing but it was enough to bring me back to reality."Hmm, I breathed in immediately," I said, my voice a little shaky, as I slowly came back to the present."Sorry, I was lost in thought," I apologized, and my eyes found Adrian's concerned face across the table. A look of worry marked his features, and a pang of guilt pinched in my chest as I looked at him for the first time. The scent of the food wafted up to me: savory, full, and growling my stomach with anticipation.Today's dinner was a light, elegant rice flour and chicken soup. What astonished me most was the way it had been presented: freshly arranged with a handful of color
While reassurance on my part was due, it would not go away, and a shadow of skepticism and doubt remained in Adrian's eyes. But I knew I needed to reassure him and he had to believe that I meant to help him."Serious, Adrian," I said, the conviction laced deep in my voice as I reached out and laid my fingers on his shoulders. My fingers came into contact with his skin, and the tension in his body started to dissipate.Adrian's face slowly broke into a smile, crinkles forming around his eyes as he stared at me. But then his face turned curious, his eyebrows arching upwards in a questioning curve."But how will you do it?" he wondered, his voice full of wonder, eyes wide with curiosity. I smiled again, and excitement and anticipation started building up in me."Don't worry, I will do wonders," I said confidently, looking right into Adrian's eyes.He was still in shock, his eyes wide with wonder, trying to digest the fact that I was offering to help him. I decided to change the subject a
Adrian and I walked down the hall side by side; our footsteps echoed in a slow, mannered tempo that almost seemed to coordinate with the beating of my heart.We walked in silence, the only sound being the soft rustle of our clothes and the creaking of the floorboards beneath our feet. Finally, we reached the door to our room, and Adrian pushed it open, gesturing for me to enter.As I was about to step inside, my eyes automatically fell on the two maids standing in the corner, speaking in hushed tones and whispering to each other. I knew beyond any doubt that they spoke of Adrian and me, their eyes darting toward us with curiosity and suspicion. But I wasn't scared, not in the least. After all, Adrian and I were married, and we had nothing to hide.We closed the door behind us, and Adrian and I sat down on the bed, the soft mattress wrapping us in its comfort. Adrian turned to me, his eyes locked onto mine, and in a romantic tone of voice, he asked,"How are you?" he said, and his word
And then, as if the dam had finally burst, I began to cry, great racking sobs that seemed to shake my very foundations, as if I were letting all the built-up emotions inside me go.And the tears just kept on coming. I wailed, my voice ringing out in the empty space, a pitiful, anguished sound, as if something was being ripped from the very soul itself.The hot, salty tears rolled down my cheeks like a river breaking its banks: unstoppable, relentless. I had lain on the floor, crying and weeping; my body was shaking with sobs, like the accumulated pressure of emotions finally found a way to break loose.Lying here, I felt as though I'd been plunged deep into an ocean of despair, with no life preserver to cling to. Then, somewhere in the depth of me, something seemed to turn over-a determined ember that refused to be doused."It's all right, Jenny," I said to myself, my voice no more than a soft, quiet whisper, as I stood up slowly, my legs shaking right beneath me. "You will be fine."