Later that Evening ....At the Exhibition ...As the sun began to set, the art exhibition hall came to life with a buzz of excitement. Guests, dressed in elegant attire, gathered at the entrance, eagerly awaiting the opening of the event. Soft music played in the background, adding to the ambiance of the evening.Inside, the walls were adorned with a kaleidoscope of colors and captivating artwork, each piece telling its own unique story. Artists and curators mingled with the attendees, their passion for art evident in every conversation.At the center of the hall, a large, captivating sculpture stood proudly, its intricate details captivating the attention of everyone passing by. The gentle glow of the strategically placed spotlights accentuated the artwork, making it the focal point of the room.As the appointed hour approached, a hush fell over the crowd, and the event's host stepped up to the podium. With a warm smile, he welcomed the attendees, expressing gratitude for their prese
"Ladies and gentlemen," she began "Thank you all for joining us today at this exhibition, where we have the opportunity to explore the world through art,""I stand before you to share the story behind my painting, a piece that depicts the vibrant and diverse life in the slums."When I embarked on this artistic journey, my intention was to shed light on the often overlooked and marginalized communities that exist within our society, ""The Slums, unfortunately, are a stark reality for many people around the world. These communities face numerous challenges, including poverty, inadequate infrastructure, and limited access to essential services. However, amidst these hardships, there is a remarkable resilience and beauty that cannot be ignored.""As an artist, I believe it is our responsibility to use our platform to highlight social issues and spark conversations that can bring about positive change. I chose to depict slum life because I wanted to showcase the humanity, resilience, and
"Eleanor!" Isabella called in surprise as she walked up to them and pulled her into an hug."Arthur told me you won't be available!" She said, obviously excited she was here."Well, he told you wrong," she replied with a small smile."I just saw Ethan, I talked to him" she said and Eleanor nodded with a smile"That's good," "I'm so happy, you all came around to put your support," She said."Well I had to," Eleanor replied."See you guys later," Isabella said as she hugged Eleanor one last time and walked back to be with her friends."Drinks?!" Arthur asked turning to look Eleanor."Can you stop looking at me like I'm a piece of chocolate!" Eleanor said to him and he laughed."Well you're my chocolate!""I don't want people getting the wrong signal Arthur," "I really don't care," he replied as he grabbed her hands and they headed towards the drinks spot."Hi," Marshall said as he walked up to Matilda, she was standing infront of Isabella's artwork, with her hands behind her as she st
"You should let her be for a while ," Matilda whispered to him as she let go of his hands and walked away.Immediately she let go of him, he turned around and headed for the way Eleanor went."Really?! Penelope really?!' Marshall said as he walked up to her."So you're just going to go ahead and blame me too?!" She gritted."You know what?! I'm just gonna leave!""I never wanted to be here in the first place," She grunted as she picked up her purse and stormed out."Eleanor," Arthur kept yelling as he walked out of hall, she wasn't anywhere outside, she couldn't had just left immediately like that, he walked back into the hall and made to go to the backstage, as he approached there, he heard light sobbing and whimpering, he slowly turned to his right and his heart shook in jealousy as he found her there standing in Ethan's arms.She was the one facing him and Ethan the other way, but she wasn't aware of his presence because her eyes were closed.He stood there seemingly calm but his h
Meanwhile ....Ethan came to an halt as soon as he parked in front of Eleanor's house, she sniffled in deeply as he turned off the ignition and faced her."Are you sure you're going to be fine?!" He asked and she nodded slowly."Ofcourse, I'll be!" She replied immediately trying to sound lively."You don't have to go through this all alone, I can stay with you much longer if you want," he offered."No that's okay, you've done enough for me today already," she replied."You don't have to worry, I'm really not going through anything and definitely not alone," she replied feeling extremely grateful, even in the midst of all these someone was still looking out for her."Thank you for bringing me home Ethan," she whispered and he smiled."Anytime," "I guess I should get going now," she said and he nodded slowly."Yeah," she opened the door and he held her back immediately, she slowly turned to look at him as her eyes met his and she held his gaze."I just wanted to say, you looked absolut
She blinked rapidly and the image got clearer."Mrs Matilda?!" She called in a whisper, Matilda was standing behind her, her hands behind her back, she was putting on a black gown, on brown sandals and a brown shawl was draped over her shoulders."Mrs Matilda," she called out again and bursted out in tears as she made to talk, she was already looking hell of vulnerable, there was no need to try and save her face again."Oh boy," Matilda whispered as she squatted to Eleanor's level and hugged her from behind, as she patted her back lovingly."I know for a fact that you're a very strong woman Eleanor, this too shall pass!" She said to her, Eleanor held on to her arms as she leaned into her an wept.Matilda felt genuinely bad for her, she had being particularly drawn to her the first time they met, Eleanor reminded her of how much of a dedicated person she was back in the day, the first time she saw her present at the Wilson Corp, it pained her heart to see her go through the same kind o
"Eleanor I'm sorry," Arthur said turning to her as they settled into his car."Sorry for what exactly?! That you let your Mom embarrass me like that without saying a word to pacify her,""Or just leaving me alone to myself after what happened?!" She retorted turning to look him , she wanted to be angry, she wanted to just tell at him, but looking at him right now all her anger seemed to melt away and she just wanted very much to run into his arms and remain there."For everything Eleanor, I'm sorry for not speaking up for you," "I'm sorry for not standing up to my mom, I feel terrible, trust me, I do!" He said to her."I actually don't have any right to be angry, you're just my boss, you shouldn't even be apologizing," she whispered placing her hands across her chest and staring out the window."Don't say that Eleanor," he whispered, his voice dripping deep emotions, he slowly placed his hands on her jaw and slowly turned her to face him."I love you," he whispered, her eyeball slowl
"Mom!" Eleanor called immediately as she stood up."You will sit back there and shut the hell up!!" She growled turning back to Eleanor, who in turn just slowly sat back on the chair."I thought you were smart! So after everything he has said and done to you, you still have the guts to open your mouth and say you love him?!" She growled angrily."Ma'am I ..." Arthur tried to say."I said shut the fuck up!" Racheal growled and her heads snapped up to look at her mom, it was the first time since she became wise enough to discern things that she heard her mother use that word."I'm talking to my daughter not you!" She gritted as she turned back to look at Eleanor."Have you forgotten the pain you went through, that fateful day at the hospital, still you choose to love that same man !" "Or you've hurriedly forgotten what happened yesterday?!""Mom please can you try to understand my ...""There's nothing to understand because it's just plain stupid!" She growled."Let me tell you now! I
Author’s POVOne year Later. Isabella stepped out of her room, her heart heavy with thoughts of her mother, today makes it one year since she was sentenced to life imprisonment. After everything that happened they had moved to a small apartment and led a much more quiet life. Thankfully she was already done with high school. Her, her boyfriend and bestfriend gained admission into the same school and will be leaving in a few days. She looked forward to it enthusiastically.She paused briefly in the hallway when she saw her father, Marshall, sitting on the couch with Matilda beside him. They looked so comfortable together, Matilda’s hand resting lightly on his arm, and the sight made Isabella’s stomach churn. The fact that Matilda lived in her own mansion did not stop their house from being her second home and she was there almost everytime. She knew she should be used to it by now—her father had moved on. But every time she saw Matilda in their home, it felt like a slap to her face.
Arthur. Meanwhile.The second we left the restaurant, my world felt like it had cracked open. My chest tightened with every breath, and the weight of the man’s words echoed endlessly in my mind. "My son."It didn’t make sense. None of it did. How could the man standing before me be my father? How could my mother have kept this from me? Lied to me every day of my life. From the look of things my dad was equally as shocked, she played the both of us.Eleanor squeezed my hand gently as we walked aimlessly, far away from the restaurant. I could tell she wanted to say something comforting, but what could anyone say to fix this mess? I didn’t want to hear the truth. Not from anybody."Arthur... do you want to talk about it?" Eleanor's voice was soft, like she was afraid I'd shatter if she pressed too hard. I shook my head. "Not now." We found a park bench and sat down. The late afternoon heat didn’t help; my shirt clung to me, soaked with sweat from everything that had just happened
Few hours Later.Eleanor.“We’re not going to the cafeteria?!” I asked as we walked into the elevator and he pressed on the ground floor, he slowly turned to me and shook his head slowly.“Ofcourse not,”“I’m treating my baby, to the best cheese in town,” he said to me, my face lit up in excitement immediately.“Ouuuuu, as tasty as Paris Comte?!” I asked snuggling closer to him, he turned to look at me and chuckled lightly. “I can’t give you my word on that though,” he said and we shared a laugh, ofcourse American cheese can beat Paris cheese, no matter who makes it. “Also my Dad wanted to meet with us, he said he has something to say,” he added and I nodded slowly with a small oh.“Yeah speaking about your dad, have you seen the accusations going around?! About the company and your mom?!” I said bringing out my phone to show it to him.“No I haven’t, and I really don’t care. I’m used to the rumors. They are not true anyway.” He said, I paused and slowly slipped the phone back in my
Eleanor. Next day. 6:30amMy eyes slowly fluttered open, it took me a while to adjust but immediately I did my gaze fell upon a pair of brown eyes staring down at me. My lips stretched into a shy smile and I slowly raised my hands to cover my face.“How long have you been staring?!” I asked in a mutter as I gently pushed myself up to sit on the bed, “Long enough to know you look extremely cute in your sleep,” he murmured in reply scooting closer to me, I felt literal butterflies in my stomach at his words, he gently raised his hands to my face and tucked my scattered hair carefully behind my ear,“Good Morning Sunshine,” he whispered and placed a small kiss on my forehead.“Good Morning Love,” I murmured in reply with a sweet smile.“Today would definitely be a beautiful day for me, I got to see your face immediately I woke up,” he said, I chuckled lightly as I gently pulled the duvet away from my body and got up.“Stop teasing me Arthur, we have work today let’s get ready,” I mutt
Meanwhile , 6:30pm Eleanor. “Alright then, I’ll take my leave now,” Lydia said to me, I flashed her a small smile and nodded slowly. “And please do the needful,” she whispered, I took my lips into my mouth and nodded slowly.“I’ll try,” I muttered in reply, she passed me one last tight lipped smile before walking out of my office. I exhaled deeply and reclined in my chair. It’s been the three days and Arthur hadn’t spoken to me in these three days, we walked past each other this morning at the entrance and he barely acknowledged my greeting, he seemed to be giving me space, a whole lot of space. He had been doing everything to avoid working together with me and it felt really obvious. I exhaled deeply again, I’ve been doing that a lot recently, I tidied up my work, picked up my bag and headed out. I walked past Arthur’s office, on a second thought I paused and walked back, I placed a small knock on the door before pushing it open and walking in. Immediately he heard my footstep
Three days later … Matilda.“I’ve spoken to Louis,” Camilla began, breaking the silence. We were currently sitting with Carson in his office, it’s been three days after our first discussion and now, based on more developments we have come to restrategize. “He did a thorough job. We have Fred’s financial records, including the transfers to that shell company tied to the mafia. It’s all there.” She continued.Carson stopped pacing and turned to face us, a glint of both relief and worry in his eyes. “That’s good, right? So we can take this to the authorities now? And end this once and for all?!” I shook my head slowly, my fingers tightening around the stack of papers on my lap. “Not yet. We have the proof, yes, but we need to secure a few more pieces before we make any moves. If we present this now without covering our tracks, I have a feeling it wouldn’t give us what we want.”Camilla leaned forward, her gaze serious. “We need to lock everything down. If we go public too soon, Fred
Minutes Later …Eleanor. I sat on the edge of my bed, my knees pulled to my chest as I stared blankly at the wall. My argument with Arthur was still echoing in my head. We had never fought like this before, not so raw and ugly. My heart felt heavy, honestly I thought I should be feeling angry but I was feeling something different, Guilt. He didn’t deserve the things I said to him.Thinking about it now, I said a lot of things I shouldn’t have, I said a lot of things I didn’t mean and I hurt him even when he tried to make things better. I took advantage of my anger and poured out all my frustrations on him, and honestly, I shouldn’t have. I heard a soft knock on my door but didn’t move. The door creaked open a moment later, and my mother walked in. She didn’t say anything at first, just walked in and sat beside me on the bed. The silence between us was thick, but comforting in its own way. She didn’t push, didn’t demand answers, just waited.“Mom,” I finally whispered, my voice bre
Meanwhile. 3:30pm.Arthur. The door creaked open, and Eleanor stepped inside without knocking. She didn’t look at me. She never did every single time since today whenever she comes into my office. Her eyes flickered toward the stack of papers on my desk—the ones related to the project we were supposed to be finishing. She crossed the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor, sharp and unrelenting like her silence.“Sir,” she muttered emphasizing in the sir like she had been doing since morning and it is killing me!“I need you to review the final revisions for the Miss Matilda project. The budget allocations are off by two percent, and she’s asking for an updated timeline by tomorrow,” she said, her voice steady, detached. She didn’t pause, didn’t give me a moment to respond, just pushed a file onto my desk and continued.“Mrs Penelope wants the project done and over with as soon as possible,”“The marketing team’s also waiting for your approval on the ad campaign for the
Next Monday.Matilda. “This way Ma’am,” I flashed her a hearty smile as Mr Jackson Assistant led me to his office. My grip on my bag tightened as she led the way and I followed behind her, I wanted to get everything I came here for done as soon as possible. My first and easiest Target was Fred. I had Camilla draw me up companies that Fred cheated is still manipulating to his own advantage. He makes them sign contracts and then goes against them, just because he knew they needed him to survive. This is the third CEO I was visiting today, his office was more modest office, tucked away in the industrial side of the city. immediately I stepped into the office, he looked up and gently got up to his feet to greet me with a small bow.Jackson Barnes, CEO of a local logistics company. “Matilda, I wish I could help,” he said as soon as we sat down, running a hand through his thinning hair. “But you have no idea what these people are capable of. They’ve already made threats against my