The next morningStepping into the restroom, I took a moment to check my reflection in the full-length mirror. The woman staring back at me was relaxed and approachable. My eyes were alert and my mind rested. My shoulder-length hair was pulled back in a casual ponytail, revealing small, simple earrings. Dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans, a soft, blue striped shirt, and white sneakers, I looked every bit the modern, casual professional.Perhaps the casual attire was a departure from the norm, but I wanted to make Heather and Robin believe that I can't work with Arden nor I want too.I found myself on the sixteen floor of FLEXXI clutching a folder so tightly that my hands were shaking. The folder contained my resume, cover letter, two pens, my sketchbook, and a cheesy motivational quote stuck into my head. My anxiety peaked during the two hours I spent alone in the empty lobby. I had intentionally arrived early, expecting Eden to be punctual. But he was held up in a meeting, and I w
Let me go! I need to talk to Eden!" I raise my voice but my pleas fell deaf on his ears and I struggled to free myself from his grip but my struggle ended when Arden said," Let her go, Jonathan,"Jonathan's grip on my arm loosened instantly at Eden's command. His face turned a shade paler, his eyes wide with surprise. "But Mr Eden," he stammered, turning to look at the man who had just intervened.Eden stood at the chair, his expression unreadable. "You heard her, Jonathan. Let her go," he repeated, his voice calm but firm.Jonathan released me immediately, stepping back as if my arm had suddenly turned into a hot iron rod. I rubbed my arm, the imprint of his fingers still visible on my skin."Don't even think about laying a hand on me again," I warned Jonathan, my voice resonating with newfound strength. A wave of anger surged within me, stoking the fires of my resolve.Eden's eyes met mine, an unspoken understanding passing between us. "I believe this meeting has come to a close," he
As I waited for Lara, I noticed a woman rushing down the corridor towards me. She was juggling a file in one hand and a phone in the other, her conversation sounding urgent. As she neared, she spotted me and waved me over.As I stood alone in the corridor, a wave. She paused and asked the me. "Excuse me,who are you? And what are you doing here?"The woman looked at me, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself. I'm the new junior designer," I explained, in tone apologetic.She then held out the file towards me again. "Okay, I need you to take this file to Madam Victoria. It's urgent," she said, her voice laced with urgency. I hesitated"What are you waiting for? It's urgent," she said, thrusting the file towards me.I hesitated, glancing back at the door Lara had disappeared through. Lara had explicitly told me to stay put. But the woman in front of me seemed desperate, "I...uh...Lara told me to wait here," I stammered, unsure of what to do.The w
Suddenly, the door swung open, interrupting the tense silence. Another female voice filled the room, "Madam Victoria, I apologize for the interruption, but Mr. Arden wishes to see you urgently," she announced."Urgently? Did something happen?" Victoria's voice was laced with concern."I'm not sure, Madam Victoria. Mr. Eden simply instructed me to inform you that he needs to see you immediately," the woman replied."Alright, let him know I'll be right there," Victoria responded. As her footsteps receded, I found myself holding my breath, praying fervently that I wouldn't be discovered in this compromising situation. The room fell silent once again, the only sound being the pounding of my heart in my ears. Thankfully, Victoria paused for a moment before finally exiting the office, leaving me alone in the room that had just been the stage for such a tense encounter. I let out a sigh of relief, my heart still pounding in my chest. I knew I had to leave before she returned. , I crawled out
The elevator doors slid open on the sixteenth floor, and as I stepped out, my eyes were immediately drawn to Eden's assistant. He was in tears for some unknown reason, and the people around him were offering him napkins and water in an attempt to console him.I quickly flagged down a girl who was passing by. "What happened to him? Why is he crying?" I asked, my gaze shifting between her and Arden's assistant.The girl looked at me, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Mr. Eden fired him," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.The news hit me like a ton of bricks. Eden had fired his assistant? But why? As I stood there, trying to process the information, It didn't take me long to figure out why. Eden's assistant had spotted me standing there. He stormed across the corridor towards me, his face a mask of fury. He was livid, and he didn't hesitate to vent his frustration on me."Because of you, I got fired!" he spat out, his voice echoing in the catching everyone attention in the corridor
Suddenly, the office door swung open again, breaking the intense silence. Two figures stepped in, their silhouettes stark against the bright light from the hallway. One of them, I recognized immediately - it was Heather." Madam, please you don't have a appointment with Mr Eden and without appointment you can't meet him," the man behind her said." Oh, please don't try to stop me. I am not here to make a scene. I just came here to support my friend at her new job," She said to the man behind her.She looked between Eden and me, her eyes wide with surprise. The other figure, a man I didn't recognize, stood a few steps behind her, his expression unreadable.The butterflies in my stomach stilled, replaced by a sinking feeling. Eden's grip on my arm loosened and he jerked back, as if he'd been burned. He turned to look at Heather, his eyes widening in surprise. A spark lit up his eyes, a contrast to the cold gaze he'd held just moments ago.Heather, oblivious to the tension that had filled
felt a wave of relief wash over me. It felt like I had just walked out of a lion's den alive, all my limbs still intact. I owed it all to Heather. If she hadn't shown up when she did, I would have been stuck in that basement with spiders and crawling insects. The mere thought sent shivers down my spine, and I shook my body to rid myself of the creepy feeling."What the hell was that? Would you like to explain it?" Heather's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. Her eyes were filled with confusion and concern, her brows furrowed in a frown.I turned to face her, taking a deep breath before responding. "I'll explain everything, but I don't think it's safe to talk here. Shall we go get a coffee together?" I suggested, hoping to steer the conversation to a more private setting.Heather nodded in agreement, and together, we walked out of the building and headed towards a nearby coffee shop. We made our way to a quaint little coffee shop tucked away in a quiet corner of the building. The s
Out of the blue, my name echoed from behind. I spun around to find Lara navigating her way through the labyrinth of cubicles in my direction.Her face was set in a stern expression, her eyebrows knitted together in a way that hinted at an impending reprimand. My heart plummeted. I never intended to be late, but the one day I was, it didn't escape attention."Lara," I acknowledged, striving to maintain an even tone. "Good morning."She folded her arms across her torso, "Morning? It's nearly time for lunch. Would you care to justify your late coming?"I gulped, "I... hit the snooze button one too many times. I apologize, it won't recur."Lara exhaled, "Ensure that it doesn't. Timeliness is crucial in this workspace."With that, she pivoted and was about to depart when she added, "Oh, and by the way," Lara turned back to face me, "Mr. Eden has been inquiring about you. This is the twelfth time he's asked about you since morning. I've been making excuses for you."My eyes bulged in astoni
I spun around, presenting the USB drive to Heather. Her eyes sparkled with relief and excitement. "Thank heavens, we've located it just in time. The runway show has already started," she exclaimed. "What? The show has begun? We need to get this USB drive to Alan Soros before the show ends," I responded, a sense of urgency creeping into my voice. "You're absolutely right. Hand me the USB drive. I'll rush it over to Alan. Meanwhile, you should go and locate Declan and Robin," Heather instructed, extending her hand towards me. Without a second thought, I placed the USB drive in her outstretched hand. Heather curled her fingers around the USB drive, a smirk playing on her lips. It was an expression I hadn't seen on her face before, "Heather, what's going on?" I asked her. In a split second, Heather's demeanor changed. The friendly, supportive Heather I knew seemed to vanish, replaced by a stranger. She looked at me, her eyes cold and distant. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice devoid
The Next DayWe all three got ready at robin house and took her Robin puff: The magic wagon. We left earlier because we don't want to be stuck in the traffic jam forever.Currently, we are waiting for Declan, outside of a hotel where the collection launch will happen. " Should we call him, Stassie?” Heather’s voice cut through the silence, her silhouette outlined against the dashboard lights of the wagon.“No, he’ll be here any moment now. He told us to wait,” I replied, my gaze fixed on the hotel entrance. As if on cue, Declan emerged from the hotel, his eyes scanning the area. Robin, quick to react, slid the back door open and waved to catch his attention. Her efforts were rewarded as Declan spotted us, crossed the road, and hopped into the back of the wagon.In his hand, he held our golden tickets to the event - the invitation letters for the fashion runway show. “Everyone got their invites?” he asked, his eyes meeting each of ours in turn.“Yeah, I guess so…” I responded, my fing
I looked up and found a dark silhouette in n the window of the of the second floor which was obvious to my eyes was heather's. She didn't do anything to help me. She just stands there and looking at my mesirable life.I turned around and walked back to my former home and took my suitcase from the porch and stopped a cab. "Take me to a budget hotel," I told the cab driver, my voice barely above a whisper. The city lights blurred past as he nodded and steered the cab towards the less glamorous part of town.Before long, we pulled up in front of a rundown building, its neon sign flickering intermittently. "Here we are, miss," the driver announced, his eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.I paid the fare and stepped out, my suitcase in tow. The hotel lobby was dimly lit, and a sense of unease washed over me. I approached the front desk, where a disinterested receptionist handed me a key."Room 204, second floor," he mumbled, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.As I unlocked
"He's heartbroken, Stassie, You have broken up his trust and he will never forgive you for it" he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why did you do this to him?"I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words I felt a lump in my throat, my heart aching at his words. "I... I never wanted to," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "Believe me, Declan, hurting Eden was the last thing I wanted." "I didn't even know I was talking to Eden Wylon," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "He never told me who he was. The first time I met him in person, I wanted to tell him the truth, but he didn't even look at me."I paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "He was smitten by Heather's beauty. That's why he proposed to her."Declan looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Eden didn't propose to Heather," he said, his voice firm. "Who told you that?"Robin and I exchanged a glance, a realization dawning
Three days later...It's been three days since I last saw Eden. And since then I have cried so much that no tears left in me to shed.My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist to cry.I blame myself for everything that occurred in my life and I wanted to fix it but Eden didn't give me chance to speak. I've been calling him continuously form past three days but didn't attend single call and I guess he didn't want to do anything with me. And I totally got it why? but my heart doesn't want to understand. All of a sudden, I heard a knock on the door and Robin emerged from the door and I have been staying with Robin for the past three days because she insisted me."Get ready, we're going out," Robin announced, her voice breaking through my thoughts.I looked at her, p
" Do you want me to be honest with you?” he finally spoke up and asked me. I nodded because of course, I wanted him to be honest with me so I could be honest with him too. My heart was racing so fast that it felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.He looked at me, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I've been grappling with these feelings for a while now," he confessed, "It's like I've been caught in a storm, and you're the only shelter I seek."He paused, his hand gently squeezing mine. "When you're not around, it feels like the colors are less vibrant, the world less interesting. It's like I'm seeing everything in grayscale. But when you're here, it's like the world comes alive. You bring color to my world, you make everything seem brighter, more beautiful."He moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Your passion, your creativity, your spirit... they've enchanted me. You've become more than just a friend or a colleague. You've become my muse, my inspiration. And somewhere
A Week laterIt's been a week since I have last talked to Eden. Robin was so mad at me for not telling Eden the truth when I had the opportunity to come clean but how can I tell him when he telling me that he don't want me to leave his life. I can't act so cruel and break his heart. Robin don't understand me and nobody understands me. Everything thinks I am so selfish and just thinking about myself but it was nowhere near truth... I sigh heavily and the doorbell rings of our house and billy was busy in his room, working on his music and I was designing the wedding dress for Greta since I promised her that I will make her wedding ceremony dress.As I opened the door, I found Amy standing there, her arms filled with fabrics and beads for the wedding dress. I remembered asking her to bring them over. "Amy, come in," I said, stepping aside to let her into the house.I led her into the living room, which was in a state of creative chaos. Pieces of fabric were strewn across the floor, a tes
Robin’s face hardened as I mentioned Paul’s name, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a storm of anger. “That… that traitor!” she spat out, her hands clenching into fists. “I can’t believe he would do something like this!” She got up from her chair and started pacing the balcony, her steps quick and agitated. “He had no right to give Victoria that recording,” she fumed, her voice rising with each word. “That was our private conversation!” She stopped pacing and turned to face me, her eyes blazing with fury. “And to think we trusted him!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “He’s nothing but a backstabbing, manipulative liar!” Robin vent her frustration, but I wasn't worried about Paul. I was more about, what should I do? Should I tell Eden Victoria being the traitor or should I just keep my mouth shut. "I... I'm a bad person, Robin," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I lied to Eden, I made so many mistakes... I don't even know if it's fixable an
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Paul, the one I had trusted, had betrayed me. The shadow I saw at the bakery last night was indeed him. He had overheard our conversation and relayed it to Victoria. Robin was right about him all along. He was a manipulator, exploiting my vulnerabilities for his own gain.Victoria broke into my thoughts, her voice laced with triumph. "What are you thinking, Stassie? Still thinking about telling Eden the truth? If yes, then you should listen to this first," she said, a smug smile playing on her lips. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and hit play. The familiar voices filled the room - our voices from last night's conversation. I felt my heart drop into my stomach. I was in utter shock.The room spun around me as the reality of the situation sunk in. I had been played, and the consequences were unimaginable. The feeling of betrayal was overwhelming, and the shock was paralyzing. Victoria's threat hung in the air, a chilling ultimatum.