~Abigail~
I stood in front of my closet, scanning the array of clothes hanging before me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I ought to be happy leaving Toronto for Montreal, where I'd lived all my life, but then I'm going to miss Toronto. It's already a part of me, studying here for four years like a normal student without people knowing who my family is. I wasn't the spoiled child; yes, I loved attention, but not the one filled with fake people. Packing my clothes feels like hard work right now. I'm so going to miss my room, people in Toronto, and school. I'd inhaled the scent of my wardrobe; that warm feeling crept into me. “Are you going to stare at your wardrobe all day, Abby,” I heard Taylor say; her mouth was filled up with cereal, and that made her words sound funny. She's my roommate and one of my close friends here in Toronto. I'd actually asked her to help me pack up since I'd been feeling too lazy to do so. “Nope, I'm just looking for things to pack and things to leave. I can't take all of my clothes,” I replied, my hands now on my hips. “Do you realize your flight is in six hours? You've packed nothing; are you sure you want to leave Toronto today?” She asked, her brows raised up as she stared at me. I moved closer to her and dragged her towards the wardrobe. “And that's why you are here, to help me out,” I muttered, and she snorted. “Fine, let's do this. You know we still have places to go before I take you to the airport. We need to pick up warm clothes; you know how cold Montreal is." She started rambling as she threw clothes to my side. I picked up the clothes and started arranging them in my bag; thank God she's got some list with her so I won't forget a thing or two. It took two full hours to pack all my luggage, and that was because of Taylor; she's such a darling and a time saver. I was about to put on a crop top and trousers when my phone buzzed. I picked it up from the bed to see a text from dad. ‘Don’t forget to pack warm clothes. Montreal can get chilly this time of the year. See you soon!’ I chuckled and decided to change my clothes. Now going back to Montreal gives me this sense of joy knowing my dad would be there. I'm grateful he decided to pick me up himself; I thought it would be one of his drivers. Don't get me wrong, my dad has always been there for me, but when he came for my graduation, he told me he wouldn't be able to pick me up and so seeing this message makes me happy. We got into Taylor's car, and she took me to a shopping mall to pick up a coat, and then once we were done, she drove off to Mike's place. Mike was outside his house; a knowing smile crept on his face as he noticed us park right in front of him. He pulled both of us into a warm hug, and I snuggled into his embrace. I'm so going to miss them; both of them are the highlight of my life in Toronto. Even though things didn't work between me and Mike, it did work out for him and Taylor. Well, it just kinda happened, him dating his best friend, but I'm glad they both got their happy ending, and I'm happy for them. He kissed Taylor on the lips and proceeded to grant me a peck on the cheeks. We spent some time in Mike's house and did lots of videos before going to the airport. I got there on time because it wasn't far from Mike's place. “I am you to miss you, Abby,” Taylor cooed, her eyes teary as she looked at me. Mike was holding my traveling bag while I held the handbag. I bit my lips, my eyes becoming wet as I looked at my two close friends. I'm going to miss Mike's Norway accent and his carefree spirit. I'm going to miss Taylor's mummy characters and her seriousness in every activity we do. I'm going to miss all the times we spent together, whether bad or good. The two of them had impacted me in the little year we've spent together; they've grown on me, and leaving them is just so hard. “I know, I'm Taylor. I'm going to miss you both,” I muttered and pulled them back into our group hug. “It’s okay, ladies. Don't cry; there's the internet. We are going to do a lot of face time and talking. Thank God the time zone isn't that different, and we could call at a convenient time,” Mike said, trying to lighten up the mood, but Taylor glared at him. “Face timing isn't the same as physical. I'm going to miss your laziness,” she murmured, and I laughed. “And I'm going to miss your food,” I stated, and we all chuckled. “What about me?” Mike piqued, I pinched his nose, and Taylor hit him lightly in the side. “I am going to miss you too,” I replied, and he smiled then shuffled my air. “Time to go, lady, or you'll miss your flight,” he reminded me. Once again, I pulled them into an embrace for some time and then wiped off the tears in my eyes. Mike handed me my bag, and I departed. ~~~ A few hours later, I arrived at the airport in Montreal. I looked everywhere for my dad; my lips formed into a smile when I saw my dad in his office wear; his dirty blonde hair was neatly arranged; his aristocratic nose was perfectly shaped; and that proud smile was seen on his lips. I rushed towards him and jumped on him. A hearty laughter escaped his lips as he carried me up and turned me around. I'd missed him so much that I had forgotten I wasn't a child any more. “My angel,” he murmured, dropping me down to the ground gently. “Dad,” I called, he held my hands and then walked me out of the airport. His men helped pick up my luggage while we caught up on all the things we've missed.~Abigail~ We were surrounded by the gentle murmurs of other diners. The smell of grilled salmon and freshly baked bread filled the air. I expected dad and I to have dinner at home prepared by Aunt Meg, but dad decided we should go out on a dinner date and spend quality time together.I loved the atmosphere here in the restaurant. It's a 5-star restaurant and can only be reserved if you're a VVIP and you've booked three months earlier, but my dad and I with other little privileged people can just come in anytime, any day. That's one of the advantages of being a Wellington. The view here makes Montreal far more beautiful, especially at night. The landscapes and buildings are just top notch if you're looking from this restaurant's view.I sliced into my steak, a small smile on my face as I recounted the moments with my friends.“Toronto is amazing, Dad,” I said, my eyes lightning up.“The food, the culture, and my friends—oh, you remember my friends, Taylor and Mike, right?” I prattled.
~Abigail~I sat at my assigned desk going through the stacks of old contracts that Uncle Lucas, or should I call him the grumpy old uncle, had handed me earlier. The room buzzed with activity, but I felt like an outsider, almost invisible. My focus kept drifting back to the uncomfortable meeting I had with Uncle Lucas this morning.It was my fault. I wasn't concentrating, yet he shouldn't be that rude to me in front of all those seated in the meeting. I won't lie underneath the anger I felt; embarrassment was there.Trying to focus back on my task, once I was done with the HR, Mr. Ethan asked me to take it to the grumpy old uncle's office. Immediately I got to this office, I met his assistant, Ray.“Are you here to give Mr. Lucas this?” he asked, looking at the files in my hands, and I nodded my head.“Alright, give it to me; he's busy now, but I'll drop it at his table,” he offered, and I smiled at him. Finally, someone who is nice to me on the first day at work.I smiled at him, “T
~Lucas~ As Abigail stormed out of the office, the door closed with a soft click, and I leaned back in my chair, a sly grin tugging on my lips. Her expression—tight-lipped, eyes flashing her—gave her away. No doubt she was angry, which almost made me chuckle. I hadn't expected her to agree to her father's request, and moreover, the way she took my criticism, I thought she would snap at me and quit, yet she hadn't done any of that.The look of her barely containing her anger flashed in my head, and I chuckled. She does have her dad's temper, and it is far more entertaining than anything I've ever come across. When she had walked into the meeting room, her beauty had caught me off guard. I hadn't seen her since she was a teenager, all gangly limbs and shy smiles. Now standing right in front of me in that smart business outfit, and her gingered hair styled in a bun made her look more like a mature lady who radiated from grace. Her delicate face was one of a kind; those slim lips were t
~Lucas~ I sat behind my desk, scrutinizing the financial reports in front of me, when the door swung open. I raised my head to see my best friend, Gavin Wellington walk in, he’s the only one who comes into my company like he owns it. Always grins like he's the most handsome fella in the world, but today his usual carefree demeanor somehow felt broody.I became alert, wondering what was disturbing him.“What’s wrong?” I asked my tone firm but laced with concern, leaning my back on the chair comfortably as I studied him. He dropped into the leather chair not far away from my desk, his eyes scanning the room before settling on me.He let out a sigh and scrunched his aristocratic nose up, “I’m sick,” he declared.My brows furrowed, “Well, this place ain't a hospital my dear friend. Get your ass outta my office and go meet a doctor,” I said and he let out a sarcastic laughter.Of course, I knew that wasn't the main purpose of him coming here, the Gavin I know doesn't like it when I know h