Gerald stormed out of Hazel's office, his face twisted in anger. He could feel the heat radiating off his body as he made his way down the hallway towards his own office. His mind was racing with thoughts of betrayal and deceit, wondering how Hazel could possibly have the audacity to go to lunch with Tom. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the urge to lash out at something, anything. As he entered his office, he slammed the door shut and immediately began to throw objects around the room. Papers, books, and even his desk lamp all went flying as he let out a string of curses. He felt like a child having a tantrum, but he couldn't help it. The jealousy and anger were consuming him. He couldn't control his anger, so he just kept venting them on the objects in the office. Arin could hear the violent sound as he walked past the door. She walked into the room and immediately burst out laughing at the sight before her. "Wow, Gerald, is this really you?" she said, still chuckli
The conference room was buzzing with tension as everyone waited for the meeting to start. Hazel happened to be the lead designer on the new jewelry project, and she was already seated at the table, going over her notes while everyone was asking her questions. Everyone could notice that she couldn't help but feel nervous about the meeting, knowing that the project was not going well and they were running out of time. Gerald walked into the room with a stern look on his face. He took his seat at the head of the table and began the meeting. Arin, on the other hand had planned the whole thing with Gerald. She knew Hazel was going to be in trouble today because she would make sure Gerald put the whole blame on her. She had told Gerald all sort of things, which was indubitably not doubted by him. Arin knew he believed everything she said, because of the proofs she provided. As she knew, Gerald was someone who believe in nothing but the proof provided to him. Arin was good at gather
"Who is there?" Gerald yelled as he stood up from the chair, pulling Hazel to the back. He stared at the entrance but he couldn't see anyone, coming in. He glanced at Hazel, looking confused. He couldn't figure out what was going on. How could the door have opened by its own? "I think you have to leave now. No one must know that you are here," he urged. Hazel nodded and made her way to the door way when Tom came in and she froze up. Tom paused on his track, taking a glance at Hazel then averting his gaze towards Gerald, who stood there, staring at him with his forehead crumbled. "Oh, I am sorry if I have come at the wrong time. I can't come later." Tom said and turned to leave. "Oh wait, where do you think you are going to?" Gerald said walking forward. "Has this ever happened?" "What are you talking about now Gerald?" Tom asked, looking at him confused. He couldn't figure out what the question was supposed to mean. "Have you ever come into my office without knocking?
Hazel was stunned. She slowly walked around her office, taking in the sight of the chaos in front of her. Papers were scattered on the floor, her computer monitor was shattered, and her chair was overturned. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She looked like over at her bookshelf, all books had been scattered on the floor. Her drawers were pulled open, and her computer had been knocked off her desk. It was as if a tornado had swept through her workspace. How could this be happening in this company and that too in her office. She looked around but she couldn't see anyone around. Some parts of her office were covered with thick dust as though it was deliberately sprayed on it. Hazel couldn't understand what had happened. She had left the office in perfect order the day before. Her mind raced with possibilities, but she couldn't make any sense of it. What could she do now? If she tried to call the attention of people to it, it would only make the matter worse. She knew she
Hazel took a deep breath as she opened the door to her bedroom. Her heart was racing, and her palms were sweaty. She nervously looked through her closet for something to wear. She had been anticipating this night with Gerald for days, and the pressure was getting to her. She stared blankly at her closet, her heart racing as she tried to choose the perfect dress for her special evening with Gerald. She had spent hours planning and preparing for this night, and yet she still felt unsure of herself. The clock ticked ominously in the background, reminding her that time was running out. "Come on, Hazel," she muttered to herself, "you can do this." She took a deep breath and began rifling through her clothes, pulling out dresses and tossing them onto her bed. Each one seemed wrong in some way - too casual, too flashy, too revealing. Gerald would be arriving soon, and Hazel knew that she had to make a decision. She closed her eyes and tried to picture herself in each dress, im
Hazel slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the bright light streaming through the windows of the luxurious hotel suite. She turned her head gingerly, feeling a slight soreness between her legs. Memories of last night replayed in her mind, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment. Sensing her discomfort, Gerald propped himself up on his elbow and chuckled, stretching his arms wide. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Hazel's heart skipped a beat as she buried her face in the pillows, embarrassed at the memories of their passionate night. "Good morning," she mumbled, turning away from him. Gerald chuckled, sensing her shyness. He got up and walked around the room, trying to tease her. Hazel watched him with a small smile on her face, admiring his playful spirit. Unable to resist, Gerald lunged towards her, tickling her sides as Hazel squealed with laughter. Hazel tried to get away from his grasp, but Gerald was too quick. "
Arin flung her bag when she found out that he wasn't in his office. She slumped on the sofa, her mind racing with possibilities, wondering where Gerald could have been. He had been refusing to answer her call since last night, but she didn't want to call Hazel as she wasn't sure if she was with him. Where could Hazel have gone too? Why were they absent at the same time? This never happened. Arin became so restless, unable to balance her thoughts. Arin decided to take a walk around the office again, maybe she had missed a clue or a hint of where both Gerald and Hazel were. As she walked around, she saw some employees working at their desks. She smiled at them and asked, "Hi, have you seen Gerald or Hazel? I've been looking for them for a while." "I don't think I have seen any of them. Is there any problem?" One of the employees answered. "No. Nothing much, I am just worried about the two. Has anyone of you heard from Hazel? Maybe she had called anyone? She isn't in
"So, you really did that and you still allowed them to search the room? How did you even feel? Like, I am starting to lose it completely because I am still not able to understand why you allowed them to search. I could have done it myself and fix things together." Gerald lamented, running in fingers in his hair trying to gather himself together. The thought that he just get humiliated was making the anger surge more violently in him. "I am sorry Gerald. I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought they wouldn't check the bedside drawers as they know it always contain sensitive materials like condo..." "Will you shut the hell you call a trap!" Gerald snapped. "Don't you think before you act at all? Do you expect them to care about your sensitive materials? They have seen alot more and it's nothing surprising to them." "I said I am sorry, I just didn't know what came over me." "It's fine, you can disgrace me more here. We have to leave now. Pack your things, and let's lea