Imogene Scott “I really can’t let Dad lose Scott Luxuries to that witch. I need to do something about it.” I keep muttering to myself as I drive to City Hospital. Dad said he needed two hundred million dollars, will that even be enough to get the company back? I doubt that. I don’t have that kind of money right now though with the gallery opening and everything. But I can woop something up in a few days. I just need to talk to Dad first. I pull up in the parking lot and walk into the hospital. I brace myself and walked towards Dad’s room. I can hear murmurs coming from inside. Does he have a visitor? I take a deep breath and step in. I’m immediately greeted by that familiar clean, woody scent fills my senses. I stiffen, my eyes locking with Damien as l step closer to Dad’s bed. “Okay, why the fuck are you here?” I snap, my face red with anger. Why does he always have to fucking appear everywhere? And why is he even here after I asked him to stay away? Is listening so hard? “I’
Damien Shaw I can’t wrap my head around the fact that Imogene just apologized to me. How’s that even possible? She must be really desperate?“It’s fine. I don’t deserve a chance after everything I’ve done.” I say.Her features relaxes. “Glad you know.”We both walk back into the hospital room and Ethan seems a lot relieved that I’m back. My initial plan was to buy Scott Luxuries and hand it over to Ethan. But since Imogene insists on not accepting handouts from me, we have to go with another plan.I made a lot of research and realized Imogene’s mother founded the company so I guess that’s one of the reason she’s so desperate and even willing to hear me out.“Spit it out.” she snaps, her gaze boring into mine.That temper of hers.I turn to look at Ethan. “Your late wife founded Scott Luxuries but she’s dead. She was a fourty percent shareholder of the company and when she died, the shares automatically got transferred to Imogene.”Imogene and Ethan glance at each other. “Huh?” the
Imogene Scott After Damien leaves, I go over a few things with Dad before heading back to the gallery. I just hope Damien doesn’t try to do anything after I’ve baltently told him not to. I don’t need his help.When I get back home, I take a few hours to brainstorm on the concept development for the Art Convention. Even though I’m seemly distracted by everything that’s happening, I make sure to complete the research because l’ll be sharing my ideas with Keith and possibly Damien tomorrow.*** The conference room at KJ Tech is sleek, all glass and chrome, with a view of the city sprawling beneath us. I specifically chose to have the meeting at KJ Tech since I’ve vowed never to step into IMU again after Damien and I separated. But with the way things are going, I’m not sure I’ll be able to avoid it anymore.I’m seated across from Damien and Keith, both of whom are flipping through their notes."Alright, Imogene," Keith says, leaning back in his chair. "What have you got for us?"
Imogene Scott“You don’t think that’ll make things super awkward?” I say to Keith as I take a seat on a bench.He sits next to me. “Awkward how?”I frown. Awkward in a lot of ways. Keith, Damien and I will be working together for the next few weeks. Damien and I used to be married and he’s now trying to win me back. Keith and I went on a date once and he wants to go on a date again. That’s insane, the tension is going to ruin our teamwork.“You know how.” I eye him.“Fine.” Keith scoffs. “So, how about after the convention is over?”“Let’s talk after then.” I say, knowing it’s easier to postpone the talk than tell him the truth now.By the end of the day, I head back home. Elinor’s surprisingly waiting for me at home. After Breonna leaves, I make dinner for the both of us.“Why can’t you just filll me in on everything now?” Elinor says. “I’ve been busy with work I have no idea what’s been going on in your life for the past few days. Let me know.”“After I’m done cooking dinner.” I s
Imogene ScottMy heart clenches. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.I start banging on the door, panic rising in my chest again. “Hello? Is anyone out there? I’m stuck in here!” My voice echoes off the tiled walls, but there’s no response. I bang harder, my hands trembling. “Please! Somebody help me!”Still nothing.I feel the walls closing in again, the panic wrapping itself around me tighter and tighter. My breaths come in short, shallow gasps, and I clutch my chest, trying to hold myself together. But it’s too much. The fear, the pressure, the memories… it’s all too much.I slide down the door, collapsing onto the cold tile floor. My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes, and I bury my face in my hands, trying to block out the fear that’s threatening to consume me.I can’t do this. I’m going to lose everything. I’m going to let everyone down. I’m going to—My phone starts buzzing in my pocket, and I fumble to pull it out with shaking hands. Damien’s name flashes on the screen, an
Imogene Scott “Thank you.” I say to Damien as we both step out of Scott Luxuries.The final decision for the takeover bid hasn’t been made yet. The board members are making their votes and it’ll be announced later tonight. Damien assured me that we’re getting the company back but one part of me can’t stop thinking on the negative side. And even though I’m really grateful to him, it changes nothing.He offers to drop me off at the gallery and I agree since I’m still stoked from earlier and I don’t think my trembling hands can drive well. The ride is in complete silence, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the tension between us. I notice Damien stealing glances at me every now and then. I ignore him, and try to distract myself with the little gift bag on the headboard. It’s red with “Girlish-Store.” written on the nylon as it’s logo.“What’s that?” I ask, more to myself than to him.“That? I…erm.” he smacks his lips, a delay tactic. “I bought it at an online store.”“For
Damien Shaw Keith and I visit the convention site alone since Imogene suddenly bailed on us. She said nothing about why she couldn’t make it or what she was up to. I discussed our special booth concept for the convention, with a contractor a few months back and he was going to meet us at the site. But Keith and I arrived a few minutes ago and the contractor still hasn’t yet arrived.We continue to sit in my car in silence as we wait for the contractor. I’m starting to lose my cool because I’m not a fan of waiting. Keith on the other hand is relaxed in his seat next to me with his eyes closed.My phone buzzes with a text from the contractor. [Will be there in ten minutes.]Exasperated, I shrug and take a deep breath. Keith opens his eyes and glances at me. Then gives me a long hard look.“Can you stop breathing so loudly?” he says.I narrow my eyes. “Can you stop saying every little thought that comes to your tiny mind?”“Speaking of thoughts…” he trails off as he sits up. A smug
Imogene Scott I swallow hard as I turn to Keith. “Can we…erm…talk at the office tomorrow?”Keith is able to understand the situation and he nods before disappearing into the elevator. As soon as he’s gone, Elinor takes a step closer to me, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor.“What’s your hot landlord talking about just now?” Elinor asks calmly even though I can tell she’s pissed from how tight her voice sounds.I gulp down. “I…kinda didn’t tell you the whole truth.”“About…”“The Tech Con project.” I finally say.Shit, I should’ve told her immediately. I was just scared of how she would react. She never wants to hear anything that has to do with amien.“Which is?” Elinor says.I lean against the wall again. I want to ask her to let us discuss this inside, but Lily is asleep and I don’t want to disturb her. Especially since Elinor doesn’t know how to keep her voice down at pivotal moments like this.“Damien is also on the team.” I finally say. Elinor takes a deep breat