“Will never do that.” I grinned and powered on my computer. Just then I felt someone passing through our cubicles because of their shadow looming over me. Looking up, I saw a really gorgeous, asian girl with lipstick in her hand, walking past us. She seemed to be the same age as Chelsea and I. “We call her the “Lipstick girl”,” Chelsea informed me, answering my silent question. I furrowed my brows at her in mild annoyance. “Do you guys have names for everyone?” It was as if they held a standard and if nobody matched their platform, they would degrade them with weird names. What if I’m one of them? It was nothing short of derogatory. “Nah, just for people with an attitude syndrome. Besides, nobody knows her name and she’s been working here for almost a year and a half. We’ve tried talking to her but she just glares as if we are some annoying pests. Every time someone approaches her, she intimidates them with her lipstick and turns around. I swear, it’s some magic shit, that lipst
As I walked toward my section, I couldn't help but notice the buzzing energy around the office. Everyone was running in all directions with urgency in their every action. With perplexed steps, I reached my cubicle and took a seat. I noticed that Chelsea wasn't here and I was about to power on my computer when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I glanced up to see Samantha, the same woman as yesterday, who'd asked me if I was new. "Valerie Jones?" She asked for clarification and I nodded my head. "Cool. I am Samantha Hughes, the in-charge of the creatives team. Today we're having the whole department meeting so I am here to fetch you, Jones. Come on." She jogged in some direction without waiting for my reply. I quickly followed her, pursing my lips. I hate when anybody calls me by my last name without the "Ms." part. I just find it irksome for some reason. Not wanting to dwell on that trivial matter much, my thoughts wandered toward this impromptu meeting. It wasn't like this yesterday or
"Really? Finally met a fellow copywriter, Shivaay," I chirped happily. "Eh." He gagged mockingly. "You can't even pronounce my name right. It's pronounced as "she-why"." I gave him a dumbfounded look and I was kind of getting a feeling that he didn't like me already. "Oh, uh... sorry. Shivaay." Passing him an apologetic smile, I pretended to look for my cell phone in my satchel bag but in actuality it happened to be in my pocket. Though he didn't need to know that. Shivaay tapped my shoulder as if sensing my cloddish behavior and I turned to him confusedly. "I was just messing around, Valerie Valerie Jones. Why you being so serious?" He beamed at me for an added effect. My face brightened up and he held out his hand for a fist bump. "For a second, I actually thought that you hated me." I chortled and he raised an eyebrow at me as if offended. "Nah, I just have a rare sense of humor," he said complacently, dusting the imaginary dust off his shoulders. "Never heard of that before,
As I was staring at Sebestian's concentrated face, I understood that he was intentionally not giving away his thoughts because of his poker visage. The moment I had written down my idea in a book, I decided to make a beeline toward Sebestian's office room. It was a normal sized quarter with a cluttered impression. I had to adjust my vision to get used to such an incognizant mess, especially his disheveled desk. Crossing my arms behind my back, I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet. I was sizzling with the fusion of jitters and excitement. I hadn't even realized that I had spaced out until I heard Sebestian speak up. "Valerie, if I'm not wrong?" "Yes, sir." I smiled politely and he nodded his head, still looking down at my book and the sheets of papers laid out on his desk. "Now," he began, glancing up at me with a solemn expression. "I'll be honest here, it's a so-so thing," he told me, balancing his hand from left to right and scrunching his lips. "Quite a fantastic ide
I saw Shivaay standing at the same spot we'd left him before and so I nudged him to bring him out of his "phone world". Surprisingly, he followed without asking any questions. The moment we reached the cafeteria and paid for our trays, we followed Chelsea because she had told me that her friend was already waiting for us. As soon as we reached the table, Chelsea took a seat and side hugged her friend. Reluctantly, I followed suit by taking a seat and Shivaay did the same. Keith's a healthy guy and he looked really adorable with his wide smile. His double chin was very much prominent but I could tell that his body didn't bother him one bit. His eyes were kind until they landed on Shivaay and all of a sudden, his expression dropped. I pursed my lips because I wasn't ready for him to pass any snide remark toward him. "Whoa, what are you doing here, donkey clank?" Keith muttered with clear indignation. I frowned at his choice of words. They sounded kiddish but it didn't mean that it
"Ms. Jones," Ms. Maxwell said, acknowledging me in her signature stern voice. Sebestian took that as his cue to lead us to the other end of the room where the pictures of Zedd Automobile's new model were displayed. Soon after, he took a seat. Feeling awkward, my eyes once again roved around everyone's kind faces. There were more than fifteen people and almost everyone was old but that's a given since Zedd is a huge enterprise. "Hello, everyone. Good afternoon. I am Valerie Jones," I introduced myself and almost all of them nodded their heads. I swear I even saw a flabbergasted look passing across Skye Williams' face. Seriously, does he know me? Or do I have a similar full name as someone he knows? Or even better, do I know him? I thought frustratedly. "And um…" I muttered. Pursing my lips, I almost tucked my hands inside my pockets but stopped myself short before my actions would seem rude. I felt intimidated by their stares for some reason which was a new thing because I've neve
"I don't think that would be necessary, Mr. Williams," Cathy Jacobs, another BOD member replied. She seemed to be in her mid 40s and her moss green eyes looked welcoming. "We'll all go ahead with the plan and I speak of it on behalf of everyone present here in the room. We've already been through this, talking about our consent for the same when Ms. Maxwell had given us a short overview of the plan. In fact, the detailed explanation did it, Ms. Jones and my favorite part of it all is being able to get the carbon credits." She laughed and winked. I joined her laughter and tucked my curls behind my ears but it was no use. It was out of habit anyway. If it was possible, the smile on my face stretched even more. "Thank you. Thank you so much… everyone," I said. You have no idea about the level of excitement I am going through, I added internally to not come off as an amateur. "Alright then. The meeting has been adjourned. We'll discuss the important details next week," Skye Williams tol
My lips stretched into an ear splitting grin because I'd been looking forward to meeting my dad since the past few months.As I cruised my way toward the famous brasserie on Lexington Avenue, I couldn't help but think about the last time I'd seen him. My dad, Robert Jones, is the senior head content editor for the election campaigns of the US senator Henry Craig. His sight for creativity in almost every aspect of his career put him where he deserves to be.As soon as I was done with my high school, he took the offer to work for the election's advertising campaigns and moved to Washington DC and has become one of the most renowned names in the advertising world ever since.It's always been just the two of us and after our lives got hectic, it became quite difficult for us to meet frequently. Days turned into weeks and then months and now it's been a year and a half since our last meet up.My converse softly padded on the stone ground while I searched for a familiar face. I perched my s
A/N: Hi, guys. Thanks for coming this far. I hope you enjoyed the ride. If you're interested in reading more of my works, please do well to vote and comment. I'd love to hear from every one of you. Xoxo.It took me about twenty minutes to finally reach his place. However, I started gawking at the absolute mansion as soon as my eyes fell on it. The entire ride here was pin drop silent because Skye was dozing off and only his light snores filled in the otherwise quiet car.It took me another few minutes to let his security guard know that I wasn't a danger. It was then they let me in. His mansion's lights were off and I took it as a sign that he lives alone. I was thankful though that the lamps were lit on the main driveway.After inquiring with one of the guards, he pointed me to the backside of the house. I followed his instructions and there was a different stone driveway that led behind his huge house. There were pretty flowers and shrubs adorning on both sides. Before I knew it, I
When Skye consumed one too many drinks the moment my friends called me out on the dance floor, meaning when I wasn't noticing, he got a little too much tipsy. Somehow he had found himself on the dance floor and toward me. My friends were shocked beyond imagination to not only see him coming toward us but also when they saw the kind, professional and dapper man not like that anymore. He was wobbling on his two legs with his hair sticking out in all directions and a drunk smile plastered on his face. Even then, he still managed to look handsome and his boyish persona was coming out. Just like it did in the park. Like he was free and I couldn't help but wonder what really has been bothering him. What's so hard to show and so easy to live behind a facade? Soon enough, Skye stood directly in front of me and I saw Shivaay scramming everyone away from us. He's a sweetheart for not telling anyone about my secret feelings for Skye. I blinked my eyes at Skye because he was giving me an inno
All the blood drained from her face and she stepped back, looking ready to dart off in some direction. I tried so hard to not burst out laughing and blow up my cover. Skye, on the other hand, had a conspiratorial smile playing on his lips so I just raised an eyebrow at him.I am saving you here, buddy. Oh, and now he decides to cut out his indifferent act. Respect, I thought sarcastically."I-I... Are - are y-you arresting... me?" She stammered, pointing her manicured finger toward herself."Oh, yes." I nodded my head grimly and changed my stance to that of an inspector."O-on what charges?" She gulped and I really wanted to laugh at her so bad while patting her shoulders. God, was she so gullible."Shouldn't you be knowing that?" I glared sternly and Skye covered up his laugh with a cough. But the girl didn't pay any heed to him.It was almost as if a switch went over in her demeanor because there was a hard glint in her gaze and I almost had the urge to flee the scene when she spoke
"Can we make a pit stop before the club to change outta these clothes? It's too work-ey work-ey," Chelsea remarked, scrunching her nose and pointing her fingers toward her professional attire.We were all gathered in the parking garage of the ZAE Inc. building. "Who even cares about the outfit? I just wanna get wasted. This week was hella busty. I swear I can still smell unagreed disappointment oozing out of Ms. Maxwell's posture," Shivaay grumbled grouchily.Ms. Maxwell has been whooping everyone a lot as the whole campaign was almost ready before finally executing it. That woman must have invented something that surpassed even the term - perfection."You mean shark," Keith corrected with a scoff."Hey, hey," I interjected, trying to calm down their dark faces. "I know that we've all had a hard week but... we could make our weekend better, right?" I spoke in a consoling manner."Yeah.""Right. You're right.""Mm-hmm."All of them echoed in unison. "So, c'mon. Chop chop." I clapped my
It was like a bucket of ice cold water was thrown on him. A realization hit me and I smirked slightly because I knew the reason for his hostility. Someone's scared and I might just have the leverage.I started drumming my fingers on the table and it seemed to have brought them out of their concentrated reactions."H-hi... Em-Emika. I mean, Emika... yes," Chelsea stammered, sighing and waving at her comically."Emika, hey!" Keith exclaimed kindly but there was a tinge of wariness in his voice.I expected Shivaay to utter his response but he just stared at his lunch quietly, not even daring to look up. I swear he needed a thwank on that stubborn head of his. I nudged him with my elbow harshly and he glared at me. I pointed toward Emika with my eyes, scowling and he exhaled a deep breath."Hello Emika," he grumbled and stressed onto her name and went back to gobbling down his food. She smiled which he didn't seem to notice but like usual she was chill."Why aren't you saying anything?" C
I was going through the worst overweening emotions. Out of all, anger, annoyance and hurt were bubbling over on the verge of me having a breakdown.All the events of yesterday swirled through my mind until I reached my workplace. Once I got into my character which my work station gave me, I forgot all about what I had witnessed across the bridge.I could have been and felt the same the whole day if it weren't for Skye Williams himself. It was an hour or so before noon when I made my way to the coffee room. However, as I exited, I saw him walking toward Ms. Maxwell's office.My face broke out into a greeting smile when I passed him but he didn't even give me a second glance. He looked right through me and yet acted as if he didn't recognize me. A foreign impassive look was indented on his face and my heart skipped a beat. It was the worst feeling ever.That's when everything came back rushing to me. The silhouette of a tall woman. Is that why he's giving me the cold shoulder? Pretendin
After finishing our brunch and talking for some time, Skye's attention was pulled away by the obnoxious hollers coming from the football court park. He turned sideways, now facing the court with a vying anticipation for one of the two teams. His hands twitched as if he wanted to change the strategy or something while his lips were pressed tightly against his teeth. Knowing that he's busy and I couldn't retain his attention to look at me even if I wanted to, I went back to reading my book. I couldn't tell how much time had passed but I was startled when I heard another round of cheers and one clearly louder than the others. My wide eyes went toward Skye who was incessantly throwing his fists in the air with the biggest grin I've ever seen him sporting. Sure he smiled, laughed and chuckled but this huge smile lit up his entire face. There was not a single ounce of diffidence in his posture but rather a complete contrast to that right now. I couldn't help the awe in my own eyes. Whe
At last it was the weekend that actually felt like one. Ever since the campaign was bustling full fledged, half the department was working on Sundays as well. Nobody including me really minded it but I didn't know that I needed a break so badly until today. Until I finally got it. 'Welcome to New York' was blasting in my headphones as I cycled on the streets of New York. A befitting song as I cruised around with a small smile on my face. Wanting to spend my day alone, I decided to go cycling around the neighborhood, read a book and have a nice picnic in a less crowded park, which is ironic in this city even on Sundays. After an hour of music, freedom and cycling, I made my pit stop in a park. Leaning my bike against an oak tree and taking out my brunch packet along with a small blanket from my bike's basket, I breathed in the fresh air. Once I was done placing everything, I sat down on the blanket and tightened my jacket around me. The cold and chilly air of October made me shiver
The moment he drove away in his car, I laid down on the ground with my hands underneath my head. The ground was clean and spotless because it's cleaned daily for the shooting reasons. Even now, it had been swept neat by the cleaners after the wrapping up took place.As I was gazing at the almost empty sky, I felt a shadow looming over me. I tilted my head to the left to see Skye standing above me with a confused face."What are you still doing here?" His question wasn't rude but rather curious.I quickly sat up, dusting my arms and stomach. "Uh... nothing, just taking a breather, that's all," I answered.He sat down beside me, coiling his arms around his knees. I was shocked to say the least. I hadn't expected him to tag along in my 'lonesome party' to put it simply. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here but this does seem like fun. Like an actual breather," he muttered with a strained laugh."Nope, don't mind at all." When I looked at him I could tell that exhaustion was taking a to