Chrisanna We reached the office within ten minutes and Samuel wouldn't tell me what the matter is. He just said he got some messages from Scarlett. He's walking faster, having completely forgotten that he has heavy bruises on his back. And I'm more focused on him than whatever is going on.As we reach inside, my eyes slightly widen in shock, discovering Rhys seated in the middle of the staff room while talking to some employees and turning pages of a file."What the hell is he doing here?" I mutter to Samuel and find the irk growing on his face.As all the eyes avert on us, the entire staff room becomes silent and Rhys looks at us, surprised, as if he didn't notice us coming inside. "Ah! Good afternoon, Samuel. Mind not calling you Mr Vance?" he grins."Not at all, Rhys. Good afternoon", Samuel husks. "May I know what you are doing in my office?""We had an appointment""That was not here. We were about to meet at yours", Samuel tucks his hands into his pocket as his body stiffens.
Chrisanna "You know you have been angry with me for like four times in the last three days", Samuel says, resting his arms on the door of the car as I come out, throwing him a cold glare. "I needed more than twelve hours to convince you""Did I tell you I'm angry?" I frown, slamming the door shut."And what about the cold treatment you're giving me?" he sounds frustrated as hell and deep down, I'm really enjoying that.Am I really evil to enjoy this?Of course, not. He owes me so much and he deserves to get frustrated by me once in a while."What cold treatment? What do you want me to do?" I roll my eyes and surge towards the clinic entrance. "You clearly understand what it's all about. We're in the clinic. I kept the promise", he says.I keep walking without giving a reply to him. His hand finds my hand and he laces his fingers with mine. The butterflies in my stomach live up, curling up inside me. I look at the side of my shoulder to hide my face from him because I know my face m
Samuel I walk into the prison. Chills rush through my body with every step I take inside. At some point, I want to turn back and leave, but I push myself through the decision I have taken after years. Two officers in charge block my way, dragging me out of my jumbled-up thoughts. "Are you here as a visitor?" one of them asks.I nod. "Yeah"I follow them to the prison warden."Who do you want to meet?" the warden asks. "Name of the prisoner?""Damien Porter", my throat throbs as I utter this name after years. The warden immediately looks up at me, frowning."Damien Porter?"I nod."Strange. No one comes to visit him. What's your name and what's your relationship with him?""It's Samuel Vance Gabriel. He's my— father", I utter. The warden nods. "Good for you that you don't carry such a person's name anymore. Anyway, the officers will show you the visitor's cell. Sign here"I complete the procedure and walk through the row of cells, following two officers. I'm waiting into the fade
Chrisanna "And Rhys is involving himself too much with the breast cancer research project. He wasn't even interested in it at first, then suddenly yesterday— he came to the office and started adding more investors we don't even need. He even tried to cut off a few of our old investors. Thankfully, Samuel immediately went to meet them in person and they didn't mind", I finish narrating the entire story to Emmy and Uncle Kane while making dinner."What's he up to?" Uncle Kane frowns, taking the baking tray with steak out of the microwave oven. "No clue. That's all Samuel told me", I mutter while stirring the creamy mashed potatoes on the stove."Are we talking about work now?" Emmy shrugs, nudging the cutting board aside."It's just for time-pass", Uncle Kane rolls his eyes. "Right, Chrissie?""Of course", I laugh."I think it's boring", Kylee mutters, popping marshmallows into her mouth, sitting on the kitchen counter."And what are you doing up there?" Emmy screeches. "Eating these
Chrisanna I don't know whether I should be freaked out at the way Samuel snapped or be stunned at the words he used. It's too much to process. I was definitely not expecting such a huge shock. Uncle Kane isn't Samuel's father? Did I mishear? It better not be true. Unless it is. "I want a damn answer", his voice is calm but clipped, a clear indication that he is seething with anger. The shock on Emmy and Uncle Kane's faces is palpable as their eyes dart back and forth in search of words.However, right now, I'm more focused on Samuel, knowing it'll only get worse. His body language, his reddening eyes and his stiff body say it all. Emmy and Uncle Kane might not have any idea of his issues. "Samuel", a whisper barely escapes my lips as I slip my arm around his torso to pull him backwards. "You're not feeling well. Come with me. Please"I try to keep my voice as low as possible so no one can hear me except him but it seems like he paid no attention to what I'm saying. Nonetheless, de
Chrisanna "I left you because you left me without even walking away. It's just that when I left, it was visible. But when you left me, only I could see it"The sound of his voice echoes inside my head, each syllable striking my heart like a physical blow. My mind can't help replaying his words in a loop and each time those words vibrate inside of my head, I feel nothing but sheer ache. I walk into the manor again after spending more than an hour outside. The ballroom is empty and Kylee is eating her breakfast alone at the dining table. She eyes me once before immediately looking down to stuff her mouth with food. I walk straight up to the room. The door is locked. My hands feel weak as I tap on the door. "Samuel!" I wonder if my voice reaches him. He doesn't respond. I tap a bit harder."Samuel", my voice comes off a bit louder this time. And I'm sure he can hear me. "Open the door"The sound of my laboured breathing trips over the door as I press my forehead against it."Pleas
Samuel It's been a while since the sun rose. I never stayed in the room that long in the morning. Leaning against the closet, I drift my eyes away from the ceiling to the bed, only to find it empty. It reminds me she's not here. She hasn't been here the whole day and the night yesterday. In fact, she's not even home. As the reality of the situation sets in, I feel a knot form in my stomach. I didn't expect her to leave like that. Last night, when I had a grip on my situation, I realised how nasty things had become. And I said things I had sworn not to utter ever again. I walked out of my room and looked for Chrisanna in every single corner of the house. She was gone. I was in utter panic for a second until I got to know she went to her apartment and she's safe. Kylee came to me with a poker face to tell me not to worry. Mom had a chat with Aunt Ivanna and she sent Uncle Colton to check on her apartment. He found her asleep and fine. I would definitely call her or text her if I h
Chrisanna The whole day has been really stressful yet I had fun working with a team. Nichole joined B. Corp and it made things easy for me. I thought everyone hated me but there were only a few who were too jealous for no reason. I got along with a few people too. "It's just that Scarlett has a huge crush on Mr Vance", Kenya says, laughing as we leave the conference room after the meeting ended.Oh, bitch! I knew it."She thought she would be his favourite employee but you didn't have to make an effort to be one", Gizelle adds. "So, she was just freaking out and hating on you"I try to keep my calm with my lips pressed. Cooper is giggling in a low tone. I throw him an eye roll. "It's not like I'm his favourite", I shrug. "We don't mean in a bad way", Kenya says. "Why do all the women employees develop a crush on bosses", Henrick shrugs. "I mean they have colleagues too. Good look, what say, Cooper?""I have a girlfriend. So, I don't care", Cooper shrugs, making all laugh."I regr