ANASTASIA"What?" All rules about how crucial our employers value silence at work eluded me as I screeched.Jojo looked around, her eyes wide with fear. "You're too loud."My widened eyes mirrored hers but they were even bigger. "Are you serious?" I could feel my heart pulsating crazily in my chest
"Mommy!"Amie rushed into my embrace and for the first time since I heard the terrible news at work, a genuine smile marred my lips."My baby!" I attacked her face with kisses and she giggled cutely. "How was school?""Fine! I answered a question today.""Oh that's my baby," I gave her a high five a
ANASTASIAAiden is the new owner? How? Our eyes met and my heart skipped a beat. In that instant, the years seemed to melt away to start bringing a flood of memories both sweet and bitter.Suddenly, as I stare into those eyes, I was taken aback to all those days. It was like a fast blurry flashback
The managing director took his seat and the boardroom grew quiet as Aiden stood up to address us. “As the managing director has informed you all, I am the new owner of TasteTech innovations. I apologise for the spontaneity of the whole situation, we had little time to send in any notice…” I glared
"Thanks," I mutter quietly as I disentangle myself from him. The brief contact leaves me feeling a bit unsettled because my body remembers the familiar comfort but hates the unwanted memories swirling in my mind.Without sparing him a glance, I turned around and walked back to my office… more like
Her brows hitched up her forehead, "Really?” I nodded slowly as I took a big bite of the strawberry, munching silently. “Well that’s quite interesting. Sounds like the new administrative team is a fun lover, huh?” I rolled my eyes and said nothing. “And…’’ she urged, keeping her gaze steady on m
ANASTASIA I took a deep breath as I waited for the taxi man to hand me my change. The evening air was quite cool and comfortable on my skin, except that where I was headed made me a bit uncomfortable. "Here you go, ma'am," he handed me the crispy note with a polite smile. "Thank you," I ducked my
"Yeah," I croaked out, then I excused myself, "I'd be right back." I managed a smile as I made my way out of the ballroom and burst out into the hallway at the back that led to the stairs. The transition from the lively party to the quiet hallway was jarring. I frowned. Since there were elevators,