*Three Days Ago*
Giselle sat in the living room, biting viciously on her thumb nail as she read the article surfacing on line. It was all about Celestine, exposing dirty secrets of hers in the most brutal way.
Oh, how low she would fall with this! She thought, meant to feel sadness and pity for the woman she considered fit for her son, but at this moment, the only thing she could feel was fear.
Without a doubt, it was clear that the person behind Celestine’s down fall, was Amara.
What if she decided to come after her? What if she decided to met punishment for all the things she had done- not necessarily wrong things, training as Giselle had considered them. But from the looks of things, Amara didn’t think such of it.
“Ah, Fuck!” She cried out in pain as her teeth accidentally cut her finger nail, deep enough to make her bleed.
But that wasn’t her biggest problem.
“Mother, what happened?”
<As if seeing one of the siblings the previous day wasn’t enough, Amara was greeted by the face of Tobias the very next morning.Although unavoidable, she couldn’t help but frown a bit as she walked into the elevator where he was also standing, Daniel behind him. Both assistants exchanged silent greeting while their bosses remained silent throughout the ride up.Amara must say though, she was pleasantly surprised when Tobias made no effort to speak to her. And when the elevator dinged open, he still looked as deeply in thought as he did before.She didn’t care in the slightest bit, and walked towards the conference room without evening glancing in his way.The meeting be’an and ended shortly after that. As Amara was standing to leave, Bowen called out to her.“Ms. Crawford,” He stood up and approached her, grinning from ear to ear. “Some investors and I are holding a dinner meeting later today,” He placed his hand on her shoulder and Amara frowned at the unwanted touch. “I’d really lik
No less than an hour after Duncan left for the meeting at Vas Grander did he return, looking frustrated.“What the matter?” Amara asked, putting away the last of her files and feeling thankful that she’d retire for the day.“Mr. Bia stated that the investors don’t want an outsider present. They said if a representative of Synergy were to come, it should either be Mr. Lorenzo or…you.”Amara chuckled the moment she heard this news. She found it funny, the fact that Bowel was putting his disgusting actions out in plain sight.Did he think she wouldn’t notice? The touches, words and looks he was giving her.The sexist bastard was practically ogling her with his eyes, if not for the fact that Tobias had been present, Amara was sure he would have gone right ahead and asked her out.And now, not being able to achieve that, he was going for a cheaper trick; inviting her to a gathering of men, sexist, much like him, she was sure.Just the thought of setting in theirs and Tobias’s presence was
Amara watched as Tobias rose from his seat, and just like that, the entire table was silenced."Mr. Larsen," Bowen began, but was instantly silenced as Tobias sent him a glare so cold, Amara was sure it could have killed him."What did you just do?" Tobias's tone was calm, but carried enough of an accusatory tone to have Bowen break out in sweat, in seconds."Mr. Larsen, what are you talking about, I don't understand." He stuttered feeling small under the gaze of Tobias, Amara and the other investors.Amara herself, cocked her head to the side, glancing from Tobias to Bowen. What type of stunt was he pulling this time around? She wondered.Pointing to the drink, Tobias asked, loud and clear. "Just now, what did you put in Ms. Crawford's drink?"At this, Bowen's face crumbled and the investors, all men who had once been looking at the two of them with interest, now frowned."Well...It's not like that. I-""You put something in my drink?" Amara interrupted with the question, turning to
Be thankful, Amara almost snorted at his audacity as she walked out of Vas Grandeur.Who was he to ask her to be grateful after everything he had done. Even the apology he claimed to be offering, couldn’t begin to compare to the pain he had put her through.Pain in which she was trying to move on from. So if he indeed wanted to apologize, then he might just as well taken the backdoor out of her life.Sighing, she reached into her pause and tried calling Duncan the moment she noticed the car wasn’t packed where it was meant to be.The call was answered after three rings.“Ms. Crawford?”“Where’s the car, Duncan? I’m done here.”“I was asked to pack somewhere else due to traffic regulations, but I’m coming over right now.”Amara nodded and ended the call. On queue, a call from Elijah entered. She chuckled lightly, wondering why he was calling this time around.
The sound of her phone ringing was enough to stir Amara from her sleep. Slowly, she reached out for her phone and answered the call without even bothering to check who was on the other line.“Hello?” Her voice was laced with sleep and she found herself wanting to go back to bed, rather than engage in a conversation.“Amara,” It was Elijah. “Thank goodness you’re okay. I tried calling the entire night but-“The entire night? Amara thought as she pulled the phone back from her ear and pulled one eyes open, glancing at the time on her screen.It was already noon.“Shit,” She muttered. She hadn’t meant to sleep for this long, but it couldn’t be helped. The past few days had tired her out. And with the event that happened yesterday-“Oh God, I’m sorry Elijah, I must have forgotten to pick up the phone last night because I was so tired,” She said as she hoped out o
Elijah, like a gentleman, was waiting right outside her house the moment Amara returned.“Hey,” She greeted as she walked up to him.“Hey,” Elijah responded and smiled, taking a few seconds to scan her appearance. “You look…” There was a pause in his speech, one in which he tried to use to figure out the correct words to use on Amara’s new appearance.Sure, she always looked good, stunning even, but today, she looked different, in a freaking good way, one that made Elijah’s cheeks grow hot as he struggled to find the right words.“Beautiful.” He finished, and his blush only intensified.“Thanks,” Amara responded, a light blush dusting her cheeks. “You’re looking rather handsome today yourself.”“Well, I do try.” He shrugged, and Amara couldn’t help but laugh at his response.“Alright then, shall we?” Elijah held his hand out, gesturing towards his car.“Yes,” Amara said and together, the two walked side by side towards the vehicle.As usual, Elijah held the door open for her and once
"...Yes, I know, you don't have to-"Elijah was half way swallowing down whatever bull crap his father had to throw at him this time around, when he turned around and realized that the picnic blanket was empty and Amara was nowhere in sight.Furrowing his brows, he looked around, hoping to spot Amara, but after a while, his search turned out void.Did she go somewhere without informing him? Was it urgent?Those were the first two thoughts that popped into his head, followed by the nagging feeling that something wasn't right."Elijah, are you listening to me?"His father's voice cut through his thoughts, breaking him out of his reverie and back to reality."Yes," He responded, though his eyes and attention still were nailed on finding Amara. "I'm listening."He added and turned around, a sigh of relief left his lips as he spotted the object of his affection standing in front of a nearby bush.He watched as she bent down and flinched a bit, a little while later, a kitten ran out of the
Amara was not the type to wake up easily. She loved sleeping, and would stay in bed for as long as possible, until forced out of it.But today was different.She woke easily to a dull ache at the back of her head. Her body hurt and her mouth was dry. She was also confused, for the first few minutes, not knowing where she was.The room was dimly lit, and it took her eyes a while to adjust.Eventually, as her eyes adjusted to the surroundings, her lips parted in surprise.“What the hell…” She muttered, taking in the state of the room.Everything was torn down, and the walls were stained with brown mold, while the windows were caked with grime.It was almost as if she had just stepped into an abandoned building.Where the hell was she? She thought.The last thing she remembered was the picnic.A moment of silence dawned on her thoughts, silencing her inner voices and allowing her brain process the fact that…well, she was no longer at the picnic location, but rather, in a dusty, moldy, gr