“Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, cherished friends”, Alexander Hills started, his silver hair gleaming under the lights of the chandelier. Ashley threw a glance at Ian’s gorgeous serious-looking side profile and then glanced back at his grandfather. Ian would be a very handsome old man. He had his grandfather’s facial structures and she was sure his grandfather looked a lot like this when he was still young. The Hill grandfather possessed a timeless elegance that bellied his years. His silver hair, meticulously groomed, framed a face etched with the subtle lines of a life richly lived. He had deep-set eyes like pools of wisdom that hinted at a reservoir of stories untold.Ashley directed her gaze back at Ian and her heart skipped a beat as she imagined him sitting beside her with them as old as his grandfather was. She shook her head to dispel her random errant thoughts and realized that the room was laughing. The man’s speech had been going on and she zoned out.“However, as
He had gotten into painting many years ago. Ever since he turned sixteen, he had become permanently stressed. Most of the issues he had at present originated from that bleak period in his life. Mark was brought into the family at that period and it was jarring seeing a boy your age being thrust into one’s life just like that.His father had ordered him to get along with the boy and then he disappeared again, like he was wont to do. Ian had just decided to pick up his brush, as Hills, they had gotten teachers for almost every conceivable thing, so painting came easier to him than it had when he first started. He released a single painting at a period he was particularly in anguish and it had circulated so much that he knew exposing that he had done it would mean his mother would have made him give up heading the corporation in the future to pursue life as an artist.Ian had seen many people’s reaction to his works, they had fueled his vanity greatly. None ever came close to his grandf
Ian had woken up at the right side of bed today, again. Honestly he should start paying Ashley an actual salary, her job was the most efficient among everyone he knew.She had tried catapulting out of bed at the crack of dawn but he had lead arms and was tired as heck. So she had to resign slowly to just sleeping again until a respectable hour.As he got to work, he was met with several smiling faces, some bold ones even looking teasing.He ignored it and sat in his office, Yu Zhen already sitting in the chair opposite his."Mornin'", Yu Zhen saluted, looking impeccable in his brown suit – obviously the shirt in it was unbuttoned to the navel."Hmm, morning. Rundown?", He asked, settling into his seat and grabbing his work tablet from his desk. "Your grandfather loved Renci's painting as usual, your wife is every artist's favorite person, and everyone is now interested in the mega-aquarium. A few of the older women filmed you, and Reid disappeared for no reason to meet a tall guy in
Two months laterAshley reluctantly opened her eyes to the morning light, cold and alone on the bed and the realization of Ian's absence hit her with an unexpected wave of frustration. The bed that was always radiating of shared warmth, felt cold and unwelcoming. A silent resentment crept into the edges of her thoughts.Gazing at the bed, she couldn't help but notice the vacant side where Ian's sleepy adorableness had been a comforting presence. The sheets, now untangled and void of his warmth, seemed to mirror the plane of her thoughts.A sigh escaped her lips, carrying a mix of longing and irritation. The room, once a haven of shared dreams, echoed with the absence of the laughter and whispered banter that usually accompanied their mornings.As Ashley swung her legs over the side of the bed, a sense of discontent lingered in the air. As she navigated the morning alone, Ashley couldn't shake the yearning for the body heat and sleepy adorableness that had become an integral part of h
Ashley grabbed one of Ian's navy blue wool vests – yes she was also surprised he had textures that weren't suits or gym clothes – and wore it on her white short sleeved shirt, completing the aesthetic with loose navy blue pants.She spun around in the mirror and smelled the vest – that did not smell like Ian because sadly, he had very good laundry workers – before shrugging and grabbing a purse and stuffing her things in it.She never took Ian's black card out, she was certain she would never need to spend that much and Rita couldn't come into their room anyways."I'm heading to Saturday scrunchies", she called out as she reached the garage. Almost immediately, her four guards stepped out and bowed their heads."Who's coming with me?", She asked sarcastically. She obviously knew it was Sven. The Saturday scrunchies were accompanied by Sven.School was Oliver. Randomly appearing at Ian's office was for Sven and Liam. Everything else was with Sven and Charles."Sven", they echoed with a
“This is very lousy auditing. You’re fired”, Ian deadpanned and threw the papers in his hand on the floor. This wasn’t the first time this branch had audited lazily. He knew there was a launderer somewhere and he would fish the person out even if it was the last thing he did.“Ah Zhen, Kevin”, he called as he walked out of the office of his prime suspect, the police would be coming over to do their jobs soon. The man wasn’t the only embezzler. They took advantage of their ridiculous location to do their dirty work and the people he often sent were not thorough enough in their search. They most likely hadn’t expected Ian himself to come to their branch.Yu Zhen came up behind him, looking tired as hell. Kevin had long since given up looking put together. “Close down this branch. Permanently. Check out the good employees and transfer them to the closest branch.” If there was Ian thing Ian valued it was useful people and he wouldn’t let the innocents take the fall for the evil ones.Yu
Ashley wasn’t completely sure how she had gotten here. She had decided to start out on grading her student’s papers early enough that it wouldn’t be a hassle at a later date.As she focused on organizing the papers, an unexpected presence had enveloped her from behind. Before she could react, a pair of strong arms encircled her, and a cloth was pressed against her nose and mouth. Panic surged through her as a strange, sweet scent filled the air, but before she could comprehend what was happening, darkness descended.The world blurred into a disorienting haze, and her surroundings faded into an ominous void. Unseen hands guided her unconscious form, leaving behind the unfinished task of grading and the quiet solitude of her office.Minutes ticked by in the eerie silence, the only evidence of disturbance being the abandoned papers and the stillness of the office. Outside, the routine cadence of university life continued, oblivious to the mysterious interruption in Ashley's world.Much l
In the dimly lit confines of Leon's secluded office hideaway, Ashley's senses were on high alert. The room felt like a cage, its walls seemingly closing in on her. Leon, her captor, rambled on about subjects that were inconsequential to her heightened state of anxiety. His voice, a relentless drone, filled the room with a suffocating tension.He was truly crazy.As Leon prattled on, Ashley's mind became a whirlwind of thoughts, desperately searching for any avenue of escape. Her eyes darted around the room, examining every detail. The windows, once overlooked, seemed to hold a glimmer of hope. They were high and seemingly unyielding, but the mere sight of them ignited a spark of determination within Ashley.The room itself was a tapestry of shadows, the dim lighting casting an eerie glow on the impersonal decor. Leon's monologue, a seemingly endless stream of words, resonated in the background. He seemed oblivious to Ashley's internal turmoil, engrossed in the sound of his own voice.