Davina. “Please, I am looking for the office of Alexander Astor,” I asked a young lady in the lobby who was sitting behind a counter. “Good day, ma'am, do you have an appointment with him?” She asked politely. I do not have an appointment with him, but if I give her a negative response, she would tell me to go back and set an appointment first. I know how this works. Well, if I give her a positive response and she decides to call him to confirm, there is absolutely no way that Alex wouldn't tell her to let me in.“Yes, I do,” I answered without batting an eye. “Ok, use the elevator to move to the tenth floor; it should be easy to locate his office once you get there. Just move to the one straight ahead,” she described, making gestures with her hand.“Thank you,” I made my way to the elevator. There were two elevators I saw when I got there. One of them has the executive tag on it, but the other one has the visitors and other staff members tag on it.I used the latter one.Thank
“So, if I do not give you an answer, you will stay there all day?” Davina said with a questioning tone, a little perplexed. “Maybe, do you want to give it a try?” Alexander asked and leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms on his chest. He didn’t even need to give a response; the vibe he was emanating and the expression on his face were enough answers on their own. “No, I do not. What about the visitor you have in your office?” Davina questioned stubbornly. Abigail, the sole spectator, just kept moving her gaze from whoever spoke last to whoever was speaking at the moment. “She’s a friend and one that you might know of; just stop being stubborn and come inside,” he said and cocked his head inside his office. Davina let out a sigh; there was no use arguing and going back and forth on whether she was going to enter into the office or not.“The Alex I knew was never stubborn,” Davina muttered under her breath and slowly rose to her feet. “Stubborn?” A rich chuckle escaped h
Davina. “I hope you don't mind me asking you a question,” Rocky said, adjusting her sitting position for the second time today already, or was it the third time?I can't really tell; I haven't been paying attention to the things she did. “Sure, you can,” I answered with a nod of my head. “I know you just got reconciled with him and the chances are low, but are you in any special relationship with him?” She questioned with a voice loud enough for only the both of us to hear it, cocking her head in Alexander's direction. That's weirdly kind of funny. Why was she asking? Is there something between them that I am missing? There is no way I can tell; after all, this is my first time seeing her together with him, and I don't follow up on things that have to do with the entertainment department. I was tempted to tilt my head to look at him, but that would have been so awkward and might be uncomfortable if Alex caught my gaze. It was awkward enough that we were speaking in voices onl
Davina“What did you say to her to make her leave like that?” Alex questioned, finally raising his head away from whatever it was that had his attention all this while. I turned my gaze to stare at him and shrugged my shoulders without giving him an answer. “Come on, you need to tell me, Davina,” he said, closing off the document he was going through and paying me rapt attention. “I don't think I need to tell you,” I answered, my eyebrows pinched together in a slight frown. “It's ladies talk,” I added in an attempt to get him off the topic. “Well, this ladies talk involves me, so you can't expect me to just stay on the sidelines concerning this,” he replied, placed his elbows on the table, and leaned forward, looking at me with expectancy in his eyes. “What made you think that the ladies talk I had with Rocky involves you?” I questioned, tipping my head slightly to the side. I adjusted my sitting position so that I was facing him while my right hand rested on the headrest of the
Davina. After seeing the stuff on the news, I was so lost in thought that I had no idea how the day ended up. I barely paid attention to anything else or even took notice of anything specific worth taking note of. The next day arrived pretty fast; the hours sped past, and here I am. Sitting in a board meeting room with my father and two other people, I pushed off the stuff that had occupied my mind the rest of the previous day. “Good day, Mr. Steven,” my father said to the elderly man sitting across from us. “Good day to you also, Mr. Charez,” the man replied with a tight-lipped smile; his tone contained more respect in it than my dad’s tone did. The younger man sitting beside Steven, whom I guess to be the personal assistant of the elderly man, bowed his head and greeted, “Good day Mr. Charez.” My dad replied with a nod of his head. They both turned to look at me; I smiled and said to the elderly man, “Good day, Mr. Steven.”“Good day to you, pretty lady,” the man said with
Watching his daughter, whom he had just reconciled with, negotiate the deal in such a way that exceeded his expectations, Mr. William Charez couldn't help but smile widely. His skin curved at the edge of his eyes due to how wide his smile was. Sure, Davina had told him she was a managing director at a certain company, which he had checked out afterwards.He expected her to have an experience, sure, but the enterprise she had been working in was nothing compared to the companies he negotiated with most of the time. “I am sorry, we can't also agree on the deal that you are proposing to us; it is of a profit so little that I am tempted to call it insignificant,” Mr. Steven’s son, Jones, said with a firm tone. Davina took her time, deep in her thoughts for a bit. She didn't take long to respond, though. “Then we can compromise a bit. How about we increase the time by three months more and increase the amount by ten percent?” Davina said to Jones. Her tone came out more as absolute t
Davina.“I don't feel like it's a good deal, though, just a decent one,” I said to him, slipping the files back into the folder.“Why do you say so?” My dad said and sat back on the chair closest to him; the chair was positioned to face me.He placed his elbow on the table, with his face resting on his palm, while keeping his gaze on me. “I'm curious to hear your point,” he added.“I could have minimized the cost and found a way to get the deal to be completed at the actual time that we wanted, not postponed a little more,” I explained to him, making gestures with my hands. “No,” my father shook his head slowly, “you're quite wrong,” he replied. “Why do you say so?” I questioned and sat back on the chair closest to me, willing to hear what my errors were. “The deal is quite better as it is; the only way that Steven kid would have agreed to the initial amount and deadline set if he has sense would be to reduce the quality of products that are going to be used,” he answered. “So yo
DavinaThe silence of sitting in the study room of this building slowly enveloped me. The screen of my phone dimmed as I set it down on the desk, but the words were already burned into my mind. It wasn't just now that it burned into my mind, it had been there for quite a while, ever since the first day that I laid my eyes on the news.“Campbell Enterprises Faces Financial Crisis—Potential Bankruptcy Looms”I should have felt relieved. I should have been satisfied. But instead I felt nothing. Or maybe I did feel something. A dull ache shot deep in my chest. A strange, heavy weight that refused to lift. For years, I had poured my soul into that company. I had walked into those glass doors every day, working harder than anyone else—earning my place, proving my worth. And yet, when the time came, they had thrown me out without hesitation. I curled my fingers into fists, my nails pressing into my palms. This wasn't my loss, nor was it my failure. I shouldn't feel guilt or anything
DavinaDaniel soon fell asleep with his head on my chest. I laid him down slowly and tiptoe quietly out of the room. I gently closed the door and headed back to the backyard. The maids were now around and they were packing up slowly. Mother, Father, and Aunt Ce were sitting in one corner, sipping wine while laughing over something I am sure was an old recollected memory. Mom's eyes met mine and I gave her a smile. I looked around for Elijah and Alexander and I didn't have to for long as I saw them standing over the grill, turning meat over with one hand and a wine glass in the other.I was shocked by what I saw as they've always had a silent disagreement all this while. I don't know what beef they have, and they have refused to share, but I am sure they have some underlying misunderstanding they both kept aside to be with me at the same time.“Hey boy,” I greeted cheerfully, and I walked towards him. A maid passed me a glass before going about her packing. “Thanks,” I said to her w
DavinaThe car slowly drove into the Charez Estate, a place that has now properly become my home. I got out of the car when it parked.With Tim behind me with the cake in hand, I made my way into the living area of the house.“Mommy.”A cute little child embraced my legs the moment I stepped in.Danielle.“Elle. Happy birthday, my baby,” I greeted, picking her up with a smile.“Thank you, Mommy.”Daniel peeked at me from behind the couch, his usual quiet curiosity in his eyes. I crouched to his level and kissed his forehead. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”He gave me a tiny smile and nodded, his fingers still clutching his bunny.The living room smelled like grilled chicken and vanilla. Light laughter floated in from the back of the house.“They’ve been asking for you since morning,” my mom said, walking in with a tray of drinks. She looked relaxed today, dressed in a simple pastel dress with her hair tied back.“Did I keep them waiting too long?” I asked, brushing Elle’s curls from her
DavinaI stared out the window of my office, the bustling city was full of activities below. It felt like yesterday when I awkwardly called out for my mom that my water broke. The intercom rang at my desk. I turned around and picked it up.”Hello” “Reminder ma'am.” Tim's voice rang out. “You're picking up the cake for the twins’ birthday.”“Yeah right. I almost forgot. Thank you, Tim” I replied back before hanging up. Daniel and Danielle will be three today. It still felt difficult to believe three years had passed. Three years since I have been divorced, three years since I found my family, and three years since I had my children, that had now become my everything.I glanced at the wall clock above and picked up my bag. It was time for my meeting. I walked out of the office in short, measured strides to maintain gracefulness. Tim joined me and trailed behind as I walked out of the office. The team stood up to greet me, and I have been able to build a good rapport with them over t
DavinaThe discharge papers came faster than I expected. One minute, the nurse was saying, “Maybe tomorrow,” and the next, she was handing me a file with my name on it and a list of instructions I’d already forgotten.I nodded through all of it, even though I felt like I hadn’t learned anything. Formula guidelines. Bath temperature. How to tell if something’s wrong. It was all a blur.The only thing I really heard was, “You’re cleared to go home.”Home.With Daniel and Danielle.A nurse helped me dress them. I’d packed their clothes but forgot which was for who. She figured it out and just did it for me, then helped me buckle them into the car seats. I checked each strap twice. Then a third time.Mom and Dad were already waiting outside. Dad had installed the car seats that morning—thank God—because I couldn’t have done it.“You okay?” Mom asked as I stepped out.I didn’t answer right away. I was standing there with two babies and a hospital bag and had no real idea what came next.“I
DavinaI didn’t really sleep. I might’ve closed my eyes a few times, maybe drifted off for a few minutes here and there, but nothing stuck. Every sound made me jolt upright. Every grunt, hiccup, whimper. I kept checking to make sure they were still breathing, still warm, still real.They were right there beside me. Two bassinets. Two tiny humans wrapped like miniature burritos. Mine.It still didn’t make sense in my head.A soft knock came. A nurse walked in, clipboard in hand, giving me a practiced, polite smile.“Good morning, Davina. Just doing rounds.”I nodded. “Morning.”She moved over to the twins. Quiet, efficient. She said something under her breath while reading their tags—“Baby A” and “Baby B.” I hated that. They weren’t just letters.She looked at me as she checked their vitals. “Have you decided on names yet?”I hesitated, even though I already had. I just hadn’t said it out loud to anyone but my parents.“Yeah. Daniel and Danielle.”Her smile softened. “Sweet. Matching n
DavinaThey didn’t come in right away. My parents waited until the nurses finished their checks and left the room. Aunt Ce had stepped out too. Probably to give us space. Or maybe she just needed a break. Honestly, she deserved one more than I did.The door opened again a few minutes later. My mom came in first, then my dad. They didn’t rush to speak. Just stood near the door, taking it all in. Like they didn’t know where to start or if they were even allowed to.I didn’t say anything either. I was holding both babies—one on each side—and I still hadn’t fully wrapped my head around the fact that they were mine. That they were real. That they were here.“You okay?” Dad asked quietly.“Yeah,” I said, then added, “Tired.”“You did good,” he said. “Really good.”My mom stepped closer. She looked down at the twins like she couldn’t believe they existed. I wasn’t sure I believed it either.“They look like you,” she said.I didn’t see it. Maybe the nose. Or the mouth. But I didn’t argue.She
DavinaNo one tells you what “time to push” really means. They say it like it's a line in a play. But there’s no script for this.I looked at Aunt Ce, and she gave a small nod. “It’s going time.”I nodded too, because what else do you do? But I didn’t feel brave. I felt like I was about to do something I couldn’t undo, and everyone was just... letting me.The nurses adjusted things around me, speaking in soft, practiced voices. They told me how to position my legs, how to breathe, and what to expect.One of them said, “We’ll guide you. You won’t be alone.”I didn’t even know her name. But I believed her.“Take a deep breath,” Aunt Ce said from the side. “When the next contraction hits, we’re going to start.”I nodded again, even though the air felt thin. I didn’t say anything. Just waited.When the pressure built again, they told me to bear down. I did. I followed instructions like a student trying to pass a test. I counted in my head the way they said. Three pushes per contraction. T
DavinaI felt it before I saw it.A slow, warm gush down my legs. At first, I thought I’d just peed myself. Embarrassing, but not the end of the world. Then it hit me.I stood there, frozen. “Mom?”My voice cracked a little.She walked in, glanced down, and didn’t even blink. “Your water broke?”“I think so.”“Okay,” she said calmly, already moving toward the closet. “Let’s get changed. You’ll be more comfortable for the ride.”“I thought I still had time,” I muttered, heart pounding.“We’ve had thirty-eight weeks. This is time,” she said, pulling out clothes like this was any other morning.I was still standing in place. “Should I be freaking out?”Mom gave me a look. “Are you?”“Yeah. Quietly.”She smiled a little. “Then you’re doing it right.”I changed into the clothes she gave me. Comfortable stuff—loose shirt, soft pants. Nothing hospital-chic, but better than a soaked nightgown. I grabbed my phone out of habit, not even sure why.“You call the hospital?” I asked.“Driver’s on t
DavinaI had no idea what day it was. I didn’t care either. Days had blurred together a long time ago. Bed rest would do that to anyone. For the last three months, I’d lived on the same rotation of sleeping, shifting around, trying not to lose my mind, and politely refusing help I didn’t ask for.The maids still hovered. Always nearby, like they were waiting for me to faint or call out. I appreciated it, in a way, but it also made me feel like a museum exhibit. Sometimes one would peek in with a glass of water I didn’t need or ask if I wanted my pillows fluffed.“I’m okay,” I told them, every time.They didn’t believe me. They still brought snacks and folded things I hadn’t touched.Earlier this morning, one of them had tried to help me get up like just standing was a project. I gave her a smile and waved her off. “You really don’t have to. I’ve got it.”She hesitated, then stepped back. But I knew she told another one. And they watched from the hallway, still unsure if I’d collapse h