Alex..“What the hell was wrong with you?” Uncle Niall’s voice skyrocketed, a pitch so high that it could shatter the multi-ring, gold-tone chandelier that hung from the high ceiling of his living room. “What were you thinking?”Standing, my gaze was fixed on the black marble tiles flooring. My hands firmed by my side. “I’m sorry, sir. Once I return to San Francisco tomorrow, I will fix it.”I’m not the kind of man to stand and let another berate me. But this time it was actually my fault. Realizing I had messed up the deal, I took a flight from San Francisco to Manhattan. The day Benjamin brought that strong ginger alcohol, and instead of attending the meeting with the potential client Uncle Niall had set up, I went home to sleep. “Do you know how long it took to set up that meeting?” Uncle Niall leaned back into the gray leather chair. “Have you ever tried to pacify an angry Chinese man?” He let out an exhale. He stretched his leg out, his feet a few inches away from the coffee
Alex..“I heard you found Sophie.” Shooting a puzzled look, I raised a brow and sat back on the seat. I rummaged through my mind in search of who could have possibly told her. Only Benjamin knew, and they certainly didn’t have the kind of relationship where they shared information. Mia slipped into my mind. She was the other person who knew. A frown walked its way onto my face. “Are you still in touch with Mia? I rested my fingers on the table. The warmness seeped through my fingertips. My mother tilted her head back slightly as she sipped her red wine. When she placed the wine glass back on the table with a soft clink, her eyes sliced at me. “Someone has to keep tags on her so she doesn’t do anything stupid.”“You don’t have to do that. I have it under control.” I furled my fingers around the wine glass. “You barely go there.” My mother gave a dramatic eye roll as she puffed. “Wasn’t I that informed you she was in San Francisco?”My fingers tightened around the stem of the wine
Sophie ..It was 3 a.m., and I hadn’t been able to get any work done. My eyes hadn’t seen sleep, and my fingers hadn’t stopped working. My stomach had more coffee tonight than it had in years. A grunt escaped as I ruffled my hair. I jerked back on the seat, and my hands flew behind my head. Dragging in the air as if it were filled with ideas, I straightened my back. I stared at the laptop, and my empty work stared back at me. With a few stretches and cracks off fingers, I began work. The clicks of the keyboard punctuated the air as my fingers punched the laptop. I changed the colors of the curtains and swivel chairs, yet none still made sense to me.“Hey, Sophie.” Luca’s voice came from the other side of the door. “You’re still awake?” He turned the doorknob, and the door slightly opened. My eyes met with his. “Yeah, I haven’t been able to get anything done, and I have to submit the work tomorrow.” A weak smile curled my lips upwards as I ran my finger across the light wood bui
Sophie..“Done.” The final click echoed in the office. “And sent.” Phoebe flashed me a smile. My eyes widened. “Sent?” I pulled the laptop closer, and my eyes fell on a large green checkmark icon displayed against the white background of the screen. “Yep.” She popped the p, and she faced her laptop.“But I didn’t make any changes. You know, to make it look like my work.” I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth as a salty tang filled my mouth. Turning to me, Phoebe shrugged it off. “You were here as I edited it, and you saw me editing it.” She raised both brows.I pinched my nose. “Yes, I did. But I wanted. You know..” My tongue tied as I tried to explain it. I should have made the touches as she was editing it. “Thank you.” “You are welcome.” Phoebe returned to her work. “Which floors are you designing?” I questioned. “From the ground floor to the twenty-fifth floor. You?”“From the sixtieth floor to the seventieth floor.” Phoebe glanced at me. "Oh, you are the one design
Sophie..“Who copied whose design?” My breath hitched as the air around me turned cold like it was a winter’s afternoon. I could hear the breath coming in and out of my nostrils. With her eyes, Phoebe motioned for me not to say anything. I swallowed my words and threw my gaze on the floor as I fidgeted with my fingers. Alex leaned back into his chair, and he tapped his fingers on the executive desk, sounding like a ticking bomb. “This would be the last time I’d ask the question.” His voice deepened and turned glacial. “Who copied whose design?”Phoebe’s shoulders tightened as she pointed at me. My eyes widened as I whipped my head in her direction. She didn’t say she used her design for inspiration. Alex snorted with disdain. “And I am supposed to believe that?” His gaze softened as he turned to me. “Sophie, you shouldn’t be allowing people to steal your designs,” he said with a rough tone. I lifted my brows as my mouth gaped slightly in surprise. He just picked my side, even h
Alex..Our footsteps echoed off the walls on the thirtieth floor. The floor was dedicated to restaurants and shopping malls. The air, musty and stale, and dust had inhabited every surface it could find. I wondered what I was paying the cleaners for. The plumber and I trod towards the commercial kitchen in one of the restaurant spaces as there was a report about some pipes leaking. I leaned on one of the walls that were predominantly stainless steel. Crossing my feet, I pointed at the other wall across me. “The pipers are behind that panel.” The serviceman pulled out his tools from his work bag and strode to the wall. After observing, he slipped into work. With a screwdriver, he began losing the screws.My phone beeped, and I reached for it from inside my suit pocket. A reminder popped up: meeting with Mr. Yang. I pinched at my nasal bridge. I had forgotten about that. For a man who had an impeccable memory, forgetting important things was something I couldn’t get used to. I hea
Sophie ..The cluster of numerous sphere-shaped pendant lights hung from the ceiling, casting its white hue on the dark panel walls of the dining. The fear of losing Liam still lingered in my veins. My eyes were glued on him, sitting at his smaller table and chair, and this time his legs were on the floor. He attempted to eat his dinner, and my hands just couldn’t stop smothering his hair. They clung onto him as though he could vanish into thin air again.“Mummy will never let you out of her sight,” I muttered, leaning in to peck his head. The cocoa scent from his hair shampoo wafted into my nose. Rising off the floor, I moved to a seat on the dining table nearest to him. My fingers were on the laptop before me, but my eyes just refused to be anywhere but on Liam. Liam dug his spoon into the plate of stir-fried rice and took a spoonful in his mouth. A few grains fell out of his spoon and strewn across his small white table. I must say he has gotten better at feeding himself. I
Alex..“How did the meeting today go?” My mother’s voice came from the other end of the call.My wet hair clung to my face and the nape of my neck as I came out not too long out of the shower. “Don’t you trust your son?” I plopped on the light beige sectional sofa in the left corner of the bedroom. “I closed the deal.” I swirled the wine glass before I sipped the red wine.A smack sound slipped into my ears, and I could tell she had smacked her forehead, and now I have to wait for her nagging. “Are you still drinking?” Frustration crawled up her tone. “The doctor said you should cut down on your alcohol. But anytime I call you, you somehow have a drink in your hand.” “That’s not entirely true.” With my other hand, I adjusted the rope on my black showerrobe. “I don’t drink at work,” I added.“That’s because it’s not completely furnished yet. I’m even surprised you haven’t got a fridge yet.”I smiled. “Red wine is good for your health. So worry no more. I am safe.”My mother let out