Dante was still peering into the dark, small space in confusion after Lyra's question when the sudden jolt of the elevator caused Lyra's figure to stumble forward."Careful, Lyra, keep steady." Dante's voice pierced the dimness. But Lyra, on the other hand, was hardly steady; the extended period in the dark, confined space, coupled with the sudden, unexpected ascension of the elevator, had made her lose stability; she missed a step and, for some weird reason, began to feel her head spinning immediately; she was beginning to lose her consciousness, and she had begun to slip downwards slowly, her legs stretching out."Lyra!" Dante’s voice was louder this time. He rushed towards her uncoordinatedly and in apprehension. It was at that point that the elevator lights came on again, revealing the crumpled body of Lyra on the floor; her head lolled to one side and her hair fanned out in disarray."Lyra." He whispered, fumbling with his hands, blinking repeatedly, and stooping at once to car
"Hey, shhhh." Dante hushed with a finger crossing his mouth, throwing a cautionary glance at Mirabel, who was looking even more stupefied."Don't you ever call her that again, Mira!" He warned before returning his gaze to Lyra.By this time, Lyra was already on her feet."Could you please just take a little more rest?" He pleaded, stretching out his hands towards her.But Lyra held her head up obstinately, barely looking at him as she started to strut towards the door."Lyra, could you please just hold on and..."His voice trailed off as Lyra had already pulled the door to the bedroom open, slamming it right after she was gone.He let out a helpless gasp, looking at the door while Mirabel's puzzled face glared at him with a screen of anger and disbelief covering it up."Wait, are you serious right now? You did not only have the guts to rub shame and scorn on our faces in the media by flaunting a competitor's design; you even brought her into your house. Like, I don't get, For what?"
It has been approximately two weeks now since Lyra commenced the first phase of her latest series of designs, and this morning she was seated with Drey in her office to discuss one of the finished products.Lyra sat behind her executive desk, tapping on the neat stack of files right next to her, glancing at the wall clock casually as she spoke with Drey. The time was exactly 8:30 a.m."Here, check this one out." She said, holding out a paper sketch of her recently finished work toward Drey.He snatched it up eagerly, and after looking into it for a while, he lifted his head quickly again. The expression on his face was pleasant but also a bit tentative."This is nice." He complimented it, tapping one of his fingers on it."But if you may ask Madam, I thought you made mention of working on two separate designs. So what about the second one?"Lyra nodded knowingly to imply that he was right and that she had not forgotten. "That is quite true, but let's concentrate on producing one fir
Lyra ran towards the bedroom, panic surging through her veins as she stopped at the center of the bedroom, looking around vaguely for something to defend herself. The approaching footsteps of Matthew increased by the second She closed her eyes desperately, willing her brain and her limbs to work in unison, but nothing was working.She was fearfully clueless, and then, in a stupid attempt to just grasp at straws during the height of her panic, she picked up a book from the Nestle table, and as soon as she did, she immediately realized how useless it was. But before she could correct the mistake, Matthew was already upon her. He grabbed her from behind while she struggled back, throwing her arms about wildly to fend him off. He pushed her towards the wall and attempted to pin her to the wall; his breath was hot on her face.The scuffle continued, and as soon as Lyra discovered that he was beginning to overpower her, she raised her voice to scream."Help!"Matthew laughed as he increase
The following day was a Saturday. Dante woke up a little bit earlier than usual, pacing back and forth along the length and width of his bedroom.He was still bitter about the previous night; even the thorough trouncing he had given to Matthew had not felt enough.He was still thinking of better ways to get back at him after what he caught him trying to do to Lyra. "I could always tell he was a jerk, but a rapist? I could never have guessed that." He thought.“I swear it to the heavens, I am going to make that nitwit pay for every ounce of hair he pulled yesterday. He's going to smell it and would not like the scent."He continued to groan.After a few minutes of going about like this, he stopped at the center of the room when a thought suddenly occurred to him."Wouldn't terminating his contract be a good way to start?”He reasoned, brushing his face with his palm and nodding satisfactorily, as the idea felt like a nice one to him. But before he could do any follow-up on the thought
"Take a look at your skin. It feels so hot. Would you rather not get yourself treated because of what people will say? Why don't you just let us go, Lyra?"Dante queried, still holding onto her; his voice sounded like he was pleading.About two of the security men had already entered the bedroom, waiting at the doorpost."Please excuse us for another second."Dante said, slightly throwing his head at them. They instantly did as told."I'm not saying I don't want to get treated." Lyra finally replied after the security men's exit.Her voice was weak and slow, and her breathing was labored."I'm just saying that I don't want it done in public." She added.Dante stared at her face on his arms for a fleeting instant, then gradually it appeared as though the light of understanding had begun to dawn on him. He gave out three successive nods."I see," he whispered."Is it because of the media? You're worried about what they have been saying about you?""No." Lyra's tired voice came again, bu
It was Monday morning the lustrous shade of the morning glow seeped through the thick curtains radiating the light of the new day. Lyra awoke from sleep with a feeling of renewed vigor. She was feeling so much more refreshed and rejuvenated, unlike the previous day. She yawned and stretched out before finally alighting from the bed. Proceeding towards the bathroom and setting out for a really busy day at the office as usual.The first thing Lyra noticed the moment she arrived at the office building, was the forced and rehearsed mannerisms of her employees right from the moment she parked and started walking towards the glass doors, demarcating the point of entry. The members of staff who first saw her at the base floor immediately wrapped up their conversations suddenly, then they turned to her with extra bright smiles and over-dramatic gestures and she could feel the gazes of tens of other eyes around watching and observing her from obscure corners all over that section.A
Aria's heart skipped a beat as she continued watching Lyra. She kept her head up stiffly, trying hard not to expose her sudden anxiety. Her expression was frozen, and her body language instantly became guarded. Hot sweat crept up the base of her palms as she maintained her defensive stance, wondering inwardly how much information Barbara could have shared with her."How much could she have possibly heard? Was it enough to worry about?" She queried herself in the awkward silence.Meanwhile, Lyra, on the other hand, did not seem to have noticed her friend's sudden change in attitude. She had instead leaned back casually on her chair before she continued speaking."Crazy story." She mouthed, shaking her head lazily."So Barbara told me how she actually went there to report her baby daddy to his friend, a fellow gambler, obviously."Aria's shoulders slumped at once. After Lyra was done, she let out a quick breath of relief.And then she murmured a quick "oh." beneath her breath, blinking