"Jane, I think you should calm down. For all we know, this might have been a long time ago." Marcus' voice was filled with compassion."What do you mean I should calm down?!" Jane yelled more in pain than in anger or for the sake of being rude. "I know those clothes! I know those clothes in that picture! She wore them the same day she came to my office to be friends! And that shoe and the same hair." Jane was crying loudly making Marcus feel sad.Jane felt her legs turn soft and she slowly slum to the floor. Her cry had subsided to a gentle sob but her tears were still uncontrollably and her pain raw in every teardrop. "Why will Suzan do this to me? I thought we were friends." Marcus could hardly understand her words as they were mixed with tears and sorrow. He had dropped the picture on the floor and was twisting his hands contemplating whether he should comfort her or leave the room for her. "I am sorry," he muttered more to himself than to Jane. "I am sorry I did not tell you earl
The morning was slow and less exciting than Jane had thought it would be. Her head was buried in stacks upon stacks of papers. Marcus was at his usual desk outside her office. She and Suzan had only exchanged a few awkward greetings in the morning. She was grateful Marcus was there to save her from what was supposed to be the second most embarrassing moment in her life. Marcus had made her promise to treat Suzan out for lunch which had never been a problem but with the new finding she had, she was not sure how she was going to sit across a lady she knew was lying to her and not try to strangle her to death or worse break down crying. She had always sworn never to trust a man again, after what Cletus did to her heart, she always thought all men 'male gender' were evil but with what Suzan did and is still doing to her, it is obvious that both male and female are the same. After going through records that seem to take forever, it was finally time for lunch. She had intentionally waited
Suzan could not fathom what to feel with all the many emotions Jane was pulling.In the morning Jane was acting too strange and for a minute she thought maybe Jane knew she was just acting to be her friend. But then she apologized and blamed it on stress. Now, Jane was crying. Telling her how and why her ex-boyfriend had broken her heart. Suzan had tried to be sympathetic, but she was getting too uncomfortable to put up with it any longer. She was starting to feel guilty, which was one of the last things she wanted to feel. "You had no idea how much I cried…" Jane was saying in-between sobs as she tried to clean her nose. "Oh Jane, I am sorry you had to go through all this," Suzan said trying to sound as sincere as possible for the hundredth time in that hour. "This was not the lunch I signed up for," she grumbled under her breath. "Jane, don't you think we should go to the office?" Suzan asked, still trying to sound as compassionate as possible.Jane agreed. Not because she want
Jane woke up 3 times that night to check if it was morning yet. On her fourth wake, she was pleased to see it was 5:00 am. She took her bath and was ready for work by 6. She felt it would be silly if she should go wake Marcus up so she sat on the couch he usually sat waiting impatiently for him.Marcus held his cup of herbal tea as he whistled to his favorite coach. He shuddered to see Jane sitting there restlessly checking her wristwatch. "Mor-morning Ma'am," He walked carefully towards her.She stood immediately when she saw him and straightened her Peach-colored suit and an awkward smile. "Hi," She replied. She looked at him sheepishly. Her childish eagerness felt stupid and she blushed at the thought of what Marcus would think of her."Did I oversleep?" Marcus asked. He was standing before her now and she could see the confusion in his eyes, his perfect eyes."Um- Nooo." She thought of a quick lie. "I just have lots of work to do." She replied with the most confident smile she cou
CHAPTER NINETEENJane rolled round her bed to no avail. She had no idea why she could not sleep. She decided to go to the pool and have a drink or two. She was in one of her favorite cotton pajamas. She picked up a bottle of champagne. Today felt like a day to celebrate. She walked briskly to the back door and opened it.She cursed the first thing her eyes caught, her gate man and one of the maids were kissing passionately at a corner beside the pool."Submit your resignation letter first thing tomorrow morning."was the last thing she said as they disappeared through the opposite door.She took a deep breath and started towards the pool. She stopped at the sight of Marcus in the water staring at her.She murmured unintelligently as she made her way to the stairs that lead to inside the water. She kept her wine and glass by her right and sat on the stairs that allowed just part of her legs to be in the water.She was not sure how long she stayed there not thinking or feeling anything u
Suzan walked into Jane’s office quickly as if expecting to see something.“Hey,” she said, sounding a little irritated. “I saw Marcus leaving your office. Is there a problem?”“No, he is just trying to get on my nerves; I do not know what I will do with him.” She said in a cheery voice. “I suppose it's lunchtime now, don’t you think?”“No,” Suzan replied, taking her seat opposite Jane. “We have an hour to go.”“Urhhhh,” Jane grumbled, causing Suzan to chuckle. “Here, take some water,” Jane said, pushing the bottle of water Marcus gave her to Suzan.Suzan was skeptical. “Is that not the water I gave you?” She asked.“What do you mean? I drowned half of the one you brought.” Jane replied, showing her a half-empty container. “Marcus brought this one; he said he thought I would be thirsty.”Suzan chuckled and reached for the water. “Savants these days…” she muttered, taking from the water.Jane only nodded. She felt her stomach fold and she crouched in her chair. Suzan walked quickly to w
Marcus was still lost in thought, making his resolutions."What are you thinking?"Marcus looked at Jane and beamed. "Nothing, just making my own resolutions.""Wanna share?" Jane asked, flirting with her eyelashes.Marcus smirked. "Are you sure you want to hear it?""Umhm," Jane nodded."Well," Marcus bit his lower lip trying to find an easy way to say it without sending her back into her shell. "Let's just say I do not want to be scared of you anymore."Jane snickered. "For real?" Marcus nodded.Her eyes were hurt, she didn't like the idea of being feared, at least now. She had taken on the bratty, rude, arrogant behavior as a protective shield, and she had enjoyed the way people were so Ina hurry to please her so she won't get mad, but now, she felt like a monster. "But you are not afraid of me are you?"Marcus groaned. "Ah Jane, I do not mean I'm afraid of you physically!"Jane looked intently into his eyes as if the very act will reveal what he is thinking. "Then what are you sca
Marcus had always been proud of himself for resisting temptations. When he and Brian had worked for celebrities and other powerful people, he had never been tempted to steal from them, and his will and ability to control himself were strong. But as he tried not to stare at Jane laying beside him half naked he knew he had failed. He had failed since she changed from the clothes she wore this morning to a Bikini.He lay there pretending to read a magazine while his heart was beating hard and his binga threatening to erupt.Jane on the other hand seemed calm to know someone was beside her. Her eyes were closed, and even though she was still and peaceful Marcus knew she hadn't fallen asleep. He groaned softly and crossed his legs again."Are you okay?" Jane asked, her eyes still closed, her peace undisrupted."Yeah, of cause," he mumbled.Jane opened her eyes and sat straight. "You've been twitching and turning like a worm, does the sun bother you or do you just not know how to stay quiet