I walked into the bakery where I work, the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filling my nose. As I made my way to the back, I saw Jared, my coworker, working at the cash register. He looked up and our eyes met, but he didn’t seem excited to see me.
“Hey, Jared!” I greeted him with a smile.“Hey,” he replied, his tone flat. “Wait, you can’t go in there yet.”I stopped in my tracks, confused. “What do you mean? Why not?”Jared sighed. “The boss wants to talk to you first”" For, What?"" I don't know. He told me when you come to the bakery send you to his office. He wants to talk to you." He replied.“Oh,” I said, feeling a little deflated. I had been looking forward to starting my shift and getting to work in the kitchen. “Okay, thanks for letting me know."I turned around and headed back to the front of the bakery to find the paul and see what was going on. I begin wandering that why Paul wants to talk to meI walked into the bakery where I work, the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filling my nose. As I made my way to the back, I saw Jared, my coworker, working at the cash register. He looked up and our eyes met, but he didn’t seem excited to see me.“Hey, Jared!” I greeted him with a smile.“Hey,” he replied, his tone flat. “Wait, you can’t go in there yet.”I stopped in my tracks, confused. “What do you mean? Why not?”Jared sighed. “The boss wants to talk to you first”" For, What?"" I don't know. He told me when you come to the bakery send you to his office. He wants to talk to you." He replied.“Oh,” I said, feeling a little deflated. I had been looking forward to starting my shift and getting to work in the kitchen. “Okay, thanks for letting me know."I turned around and headed back to the front of the bakery to find the paul and see what was going on. I begin wandering that why Paul wants to talk to me but I quickly come to the conclusion that he is going to pay me my sa
As the guards entered Paul’s office, I could hear their muffled voices through the door. “Sir, there’s been some damage to your property,” one of them said. Paul’s voice was angry as he replied, “What? Who did it?”I knew I had to get out of there fast. My heart was pounding as I made a run for my car, which was parked near the bakery. I fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock the door.Once I was inside, I let out a sigh of relief and started the engine. But just as I was about to pull out, Paul appeared in front of my car, his face red with anger.“Stop!” he shouted, banging on the hood of my car. “You can’t just leave like this!”But I was determined to get away. With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to maneuver my car around him and pull out onto the street. As I drove away, I could see Paul in my rearview mirror, shaking his fist at me.I was shaking as I drove, my emotions all over the place. Part of me felt guilty for what I had done, but another part of me felt exhilarated by t
I turned around to go to the elevator and everyone was still looking me like I am a alien or something. And seriously, this making me thinking that I shouldn't have got into a fight with Paul. I am regretting a little bit but he deserves it. He is a dickhead. I couldn’t believe how shitty he had been to me. I had worked for him for five years at the bakery, pouring my heart and soul into my job. And what had he done at the end? Fired me.I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger and frustration. All those early mornings, all those long hours, all those burnt cakes and ruined pastries. It had all been for nothing. I will never go back to him and beg him to give me my job. Never, after what he had done and insulted me.I hurried towards the elevator, my heart pounding with anticipation. I had to get to the 10th floor and I couldn’t afford to be late. As I reached the elevator, my eyes fell on the sign that read “Out of Order”. My heart sank. I am chubby girl and the thought of climb
As I finish hanging the dresses in the dressing room and returned back on the set before I could tell the stylist that I finished my job.I heard a model saying, " Oh no, I ripped the dress."I quickly went to see what had happened and found the stylist, photographer, and director gathered around the model. She was crying uncontrollably, and everyone was trying to calm her down, but she couldn’t stop. I saw that her dress was completely ripped from the side and it didn’t look salvageable. It was a terrible situation.The stylist said, “Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out.” The photographer added, “We can try to fix it or find a replacement dress.” The director tried to reassure her, “It’s not your fault, these things happen.”But the model just kept crying, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin everything. It’s my first photoshoot and I wanted everything to be perfect.” I could feel her despair and embarrassment. It was heartbreaking to see her so upset.The stylist asked her gentl
Declan saw me that I am overheard his conversation so he decided to move away from me in order to talk on the phone. And I begin to wander who was he telling about the victoria.Well, I quickly realized that it's none of my business to be defending someone whom I don't know. I didn't even know who's on the wrong side. Maybe, this man was right I am talking emotionally sigh and thought everywhere I go something bad happened. Maybe, I am the problem and I should be staying at home and cry over my fate because that is what God wants from me.I decided to grab my bag and leave the place before anything worse happens and I turn around to search Victoria whom was nowhere to be seen. I thought, She might be went out to get the designer for fixing the dress.I went into the dressing room to get my purse. As I rummaged through my bag, I couldn’t help but think about the events that had just transpired. I felt a mix of emotions - confusion, frustration, and a sense of helplessness. I took a dee
I was feeling really anxious and nervous as I approached Heather. I had never asked her for any favors before, but now I was desperate and I needed her help. My heart was pounding as I tried to find the right words to say.“Heather,” I began hesitantly. “I don’t know how to say this to you, but I don’t think there’s any better way to say it. As you know, I haven’t been paid for the past three months. So, I haven’t been able to pay my rent to Biddy… I mean, your mom. I was just wondering if you could talk to her and ask her to give me a little more time… I swear on my dead grandma that I will pay her rent.”Heather looked at me with shock and disbelief. “I…I don’t know what to say,” she stammered. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. You know how my mother is. She’s a miserly person who won’t lend a penny to anyone, not even her own daughter.”Tears welled up in my eyes as Heather’s words hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been clinging to the hope that she would be able to help me, but n
couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Heather, my best friend, was flirting with a complete stranger who seemed so wrong and full of lies. I could feel my blood boiling as I watched her giggle at his every word. I knew I had to do something to stop her.I cleared my throat and said, “Heather, have you forgotten that you need to go home?”Heather looked at me in confusion, her eyes wide with surprise. “No, I don’t think so,” she replied, still smiling at the man.I elbowed her gently and shot her a glare. “Your mother has a doctor’s appointment and you have to drive her to the clinic. Don’t you remember?” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.Heather’s smile faded as she looked at me. “Doctor’s appointment?” she asked, her voice laced with doubt.I nodded, my heart racing. “Yes, you must have forgotten about it. Come on, we should leave now before Biddy comes here, I mean your mother.” I said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away from the man.Heather stumbled as I led her away,
Heather’s phone began to ring. She took it out and glanced at the screen.“My mom is calling,” she said.“Answer it and talk to her,” I replied.“Okay, okay. And you should go tell that girl that you’re going to help her before she packs everything up. Come on, move quickly.”Heather left to talk to her mom while I headed towards Victoria, who was standing with the photographer and director, instructing them to pack up. My gaze traveled to the other side of the room where Declan was smirking at Victoria, probably thinking he had accomplished something. He took out his phone and started typing. I didn’t know who he was messaging, but I could guess it was probably his boss, telling him about their successful plan. I felt bad for them because I wasn’t going to let it happen.I took a deep breath and walked straight up to Victoria. I overheard her saying, “I’ll talk to Eden about it, but for now we need to pack up.”“No one needs to pack up until we finish the shoot,” I said from behind h
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.