"How's Anna?"
"You wanna die, dude? Mention that name again", Handel snapped at his friend, looking up from the documents he had been poring over.
"She's your fiancee and I'm your best friend. I wonder why you haven't done the introductions", Juan grinned.
"She's not my fucking fiancee, stupid"
"And the blogs? The papers? The paparazzi?", Juan asked him.
"They can print all they fucking want. I'm going to figure out a way to stop all this nonsense", Handel told him.
"You know there's a lot hanging on this, right? Your future and all that. Plus, you've been getting new offers, courtesy of two industrial giants merging together", Juan informed him.
"I know that, damnit! I'm trying to do my best here."
"You could get married to her and then get a divorce", Juan offered.
"She's never going to give me a divorce and you know it. She's pow
Meghan struggled to keep her expression neutral, her eyes revealing no emotion as she walked in to her boss's office the next day.If he was going to reprimand her for being late, she would take it face on, not simpering like a coward.She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her falter or flinch."Sarah, step into my office", her boss said before she walked in through the open door."Yes, sir", she said curtly and walked in.When she walked in, she stood in front of his table, her arms folded."I never got the report from the interview""I just finished collating all the information, sir", she replied him.If she was to be honest with herself, she had deliberately put off doing any work on it.Despite what she wanted to believe or what she told Pierce, she was nowhere getting over Handel.Trying to piece about an article that stamped the
"Okay, so what combination of drinks do you think I should get? I'm open to new things", Sarah propped her chin on her elbow and leaned across the bar."Let's leave mixture of drinks for now. Ever had a single malt?", Will asked her."Nope", Sarah replied him."What's your drink?""Uhm, vodka? A little bit of champagne and spiked fruit punch""Then you need a single malt Scotch whisky""And why is that?", Sarah leaned closer, a smile playing on her lips."Because it hits closer than home and because if we're talking about widening your selection of drinks, alcohol to be specific, we have to include that", he explained."Oh, well. I'd say, let me take your word for it but that'll be a cliche. You're after all a bartender and you know your stuff""All to well", Will replied her and took out a bottle."Now, I'm going to pour you
Handel walked into his parents house, a grim expression on his face, juan by his side. It was clear to anyone who saw him that the last place he wanted to be was here. It had been home to him for years brfore he knew what a home was supposed to be like.After he moved out, he barely came home. It was easier to be far away than nearer to his parents. Even now, he was here because there was a lot at stake. He had sacrificed a lot because of what he wanted and as much as he hated coming back, it was a little inconvenience compared to others.“are you sure you don’t want to back out now? I could give you the perfect cover”, juan said from beside him.“he is not going to believe a word of anything I say if it doesn’t go according to his plan. I’ll be fine. It’s all a matter of saying yes to whatever bullshit he spews and find a way to counteract it later”, Handel replied him.“alright. I think I should chip in a word or two too. What do you think?
"I am only going because you are such a nag”, Sarah crossed her arms, staring at Pierce.“nope. Yhou are doing this because you need to. Because I am not going to let you mope around like some wounded bear. You need to go out and find someone, Sarah”“I do not need someone. I need to work and sleep”, sarah replied stubbornly.“you have been doing that for a week. Taking up things that are none of your business, getting yourself all worked up and shit. You, love, need to relax”, Pierce told her.“I would have been if you haven’t suggested I hear Juan out. As it stands, you are the reason my brains is all muddled up. If I had not heard a word about the bullshit he had to say, I wouldn’t have to bury my nose in work to escape the what ifs. ““I said I was sorry, didn’t I? that is why I am trying to make it up to you, trying to give you a night out. Just go, have fun an
Sarah walked into her boss's office with the written report edited and ready to be published.After going out with Micheal the previous night, she had settled down on it, feeling as though she could now finally do it without the thought of Handel occupying her mind in the most unhealthy way.She had focused on Micheal, how nice he had been during dinner, funny and absolutely down to earth. He had none of the sophisticated charm Handel had shown but he was okay, all the same.She had also agreed to see him again although she wasn't sure if anything would happen between them both. They seemed to strike off as two good friends.She knocked on the door and walked in."Sir, I have the report ready for publishing as soon as possible"Her boss spared her a glance and beckoned on her to sit.Sarah was surprised. Her boss had never done something like this. He preferred people standing while he sat, some so
"I hate you, with everything in me"He held her hand, a somber look on his face."Don't do this. Let me explain""What the hell do you want to say?", She asked him, her arms folded around her middle."It's not the way it looks. I want you to trust me when I say do"Sarah shook her head."I did that once and it cost me a whole lot""Sarah...", he made a move to hold her hand.She flinched. The look on her face was one of pure disgust and hatred."Don't touch me, you fucking disgust me. You make me sick. I wish I never met you"
Sarah walked out of the office, her head raised high and her feet on a straight march out of the building. She needed to get away so fast, to cry tears that were threatening to pour down.When she got into a cab, she let out a choked sob that had the driver glancing back at her with concern etched in every line of his face."I'm fine, just drive please." She said to him, while trying to compose herself and not cause more embarrassment to her already embarrassed self. Not that the driver looked disgusted though, because he looked into his glove compartment and handed her a box of tissues.He must see blubbering females with swollen eyes and trembling lips like me every day, she silently mused.How could she had gotten herself into this mess? And what was it about Handel that shook her to the very core? She had been with other men before him, flings and short term relationships that had ended mutually. Most
Sarah walked into the office she shared with three other people the next day, with sunglasses on her face. She was trying to hide her puffy eyes as she had cried throughout the night. She didn't want to have to explain to her overbearing boss how she had been dumped days before and had proceeded to cry her eyes out the previous night.Her boss Juan Carlos, would never understand. He was a man that abhorred female weakness with a firm distaste. One couldn't blame him though, not considering the nasty divorce he had gone through and the outrageous child support he had to pay each month despite the fact he hadn't gotten any child privileges with his son.So, if she had to wear the sun glasses to avoid a potential wash down even though she hated it, she would. She had barely gotten into the seat behind her desk when someone banged his fist on her desk."Oh, tell me all about it" he drawled.Sarah looked up and
Sarah walked into her boss's office with the written report edited and ready to be published.After going out with Micheal the previous night, she had settled down on it, feeling as though she could now finally do it without the thought of Handel occupying her mind in the most unhealthy way.She had focused on Micheal, how nice he had been during dinner, funny and absolutely down to earth. He had none of the sophisticated charm Handel had shown but he was okay, all the same.She had also agreed to see him again although she wasn't sure if anything would happen between them both. They seemed to strike off as two good friends.She knocked on the door and walked in."Sir, I have the report ready for publishing as soon as possible"Her boss spared her a glance and beckoned on her to sit.Sarah was surprised. Her boss had never done something like this. He preferred people standing while he sat, some so
"I am only going because you are such a nag”, Sarah crossed her arms, staring at Pierce.“nope. Yhou are doing this because you need to. Because I am not going to let you mope around like some wounded bear. You need to go out and find someone, Sarah”“I do not need someone. I need to work and sleep”, sarah replied stubbornly.“you have been doing that for a week. Taking up things that are none of your business, getting yourself all worked up and shit. You, love, need to relax”, Pierce told her.“I would have been if you haven’t suggested I hear Juan out. As it stands, you are the reason my brains is all muddled up. If I had not heard a word about the bullshit he had to say, I wouldn’t have to bury my nose in work to escape the what ifs. ““I said I was sorry, didn’t I? that is why I am trying to make it up to you, trying to give you a night out. Just go, have fun an
Handel walked into his parents house, a grim expression on his face, juan by his side. It was clear to anyone who saw him that the last place he wanted to be was here. It had been home to him for years brfore he knew what a home was supposed to be like.After he moved out, he barely came home. It was easier to be far away than nearer to his parents. Even now, he was here because there was a lot at stake. He had sacrificed a lot because of what he wanted and as much as he hated coming back, it was a little inconvenience compared to others.“are you sure you don’t want to back out now? I could give you the perfect cover”, juan said from beside him.“he is not going to believe a word of anything I say if it doesn’t go according to his plan. I’ll be fine. It’s all a matter of saying yes to whatever bullshit he spews and find a way to counteract it later”, Handel replied him.“alright. I think I should chip in a word or two too. What do you think?
"Okay, so what combination of drinks do you think I should get? I'm open to new things", Sarah propped her chin on her elbow and leaned across the bar."Let's leave mixture of drinks for now. Ever had a single malt?", Will asked her."Nope", Sarah replied him."What's your drink?""Uhm, vodka? A little bit of champagne and spiked fruit punch""Then you need a single malt Scotch whisky""And why is that?", Sarah leaned closer, a smile playing on her lips."Because it hits closer than home and because if we're talking about widening your selection of drinks, alcohol to be specific, we have to include that", he explained."Oh, well. I'd say, let me take your word for it but that'll be a cliche. You're after all a bartender and you know your stuff""All to well", Will replied her and took out a bottle."Now, I'm going to pour you
Meghan struggled to keep her expression neutral, her eyes revealing no emotion as she walked in to her boss's office the next day.If he was going to reprimand her for being late, she would take it face on, not simpering like a coward.She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her falter or flinch."Sarah, step into my office", her boss said before she walked in through the open door."Yes, sir", she said curtly and walked in.When she walked in, she stood in front of his table, her arms folded."I never got the report from the interview""I just finished collating all the information, sir", she replied him.If she was to be honest with herself, she had deliberately put off doing any work on it.Despite what she wanted to believe or what she told Pierce, she was nowhere getting over Handel.Trying to piece about an article that stamped the
"How's Anna?""You wanna die, dude? Mention that name again", Handel snapped at his friend, looking up from the documents he had been poring over."She's your fiancee and I'm your best friend. I wonder why you haven't done the introductions", Juan grinned."She's not my fucking fiancee, stupid""And the blogs? The papers? The paparazzi?", Juan asked him."They can print all they fucking want. I'm going to figure out a way to stop all this nonsense", Handel told him."You know there's a lot hanging on this, right? Your future and all that. Plus, you've been getting new offers, courtesy of two industrial giants merging together", Juan informed him."I know that, damnit! I'm trying to do my best here.""You could get married to her and then get a divorce", Juan offered."She's never going to give me a divorce and you know it. She's pow
Half an hour later and Sarah stood in front of Montreal Fittings, trying to fight back tears that threatened to pour down her eyes. She put out her hand and hailed a cab.In the cab, she let out a choked sob followed by a string of expletives. Who the hell was Handel that she had to cry over him so much? He was nothing to her now anyways. He and his fiancée could go and have whatever wedding and fancy honey moon and whatever.He was her past now and she had to put the past behind her.The cab driver passed a box of tissue to her, a worried expression on her face.“You okay, love? You need anything?” she asked Sarah.“I’m fine, I’m good.” Sarah said as she blew her nose into a tissue.“You sure? You certainly don’t look it” the cab driver asked again.“Yeah, I just need to go home and probably sleep. I think I must have caught a cold.” Sarah replied.
”You said to see you, sir” Sarah said as soon as she walked into her boss office the next day.“Yes, I did. I got you booked in to see Annabel Evans” her boss said as he looked up from his screen.Oh yeah, she thought. She had called the secretary three the previous day but hadn’t gotten any replies. Whatever her boss had done to get Annabel to agree was something she itched to know. But he would tell her nothing that much she knew.“When is the interview scheduled for?” she asked.“An hour from now”An hour from now? How was supposed to…? Oh well…“Where is the interview to take place?” she asked. She would have preferred the office but she had come to realize that they preferred other places. Especially if they had a busy schedule.“She’s currently having a gown fitting. That is where the interview will be done” her boss replied“Where?”
She curled up on her couch, stuffing food into her mouth. After leaving Handel’s place, she had come straight home to cry her eyes out.How dare he act like a saint when it clearly showed that he was the devil’s incarnate? To be honest, she had wanted him to throw her down on the bed and take her in ways that would have left her screaming in pleasure and clamoring for release. But the bastard had cheated on her then told her off, and there was no way, no matter how much her body betrayed her.Then he told her it was for her own good. How the hell was she supposed to believe that? Even if her heart ached to believe him and forgive him, her brain knew that he was going to have sex with her and then send her on her way. So, as from that moment when he gave her her clothes, he ceased to exist to her. Not that it was easy to put him out of her mind, but she would try her hardest.Which was why after crying, she settled down in fron