I guessed recently, I had been a bit of a wild card at the company. It wasn't my fault but the liberty I got this week, I couldn't make less of it. On normal days, I didn't like to be told what to do and would often go off and do my own thing. I didn't know I could ever get an opportunity like this. To make my own moves without being scared of getting fired. This week was my week and I would do whatever, including punishing that arrogant man of a C.E.O. I felt like I had a newfound freedom. I started to move freely around the company, chatting with my colleagues and even going into Gerald's office to tease him. Despite doing all of these, I made sure I didn't cross any line that would make the directors interfere in this matter. They had always seen me as the good girl and I wanted to maintain this status. "Hey there, big shot," I said, sauntering into Gerald's office with a smirk on my face. "How's your day going? I don't know why but I feel you are very bored sitting alone in your
Gerald sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen. He couldn't concentrate on anything, and his mind kept wandering. He took a sip of his champagne and tried to calm his nerves. He had a feeling that Hazel, was going to cause another trouble, and he didn't know how to handle it. How could she be so confident? How he wished he had known it was her before giving her the job. He glanced at his wrist watch; it was past 9 and Hazel hadn't arrived. He dialed the number of the receptionist immediately. “Hello! Good morning Mr. Fraser, how may I be of help?" He heard the receptionist speaking from the other end. Gerald cleared his throat. “Em... I don't know. I just wanna know if Ms. Willoughby is present. Is she?" “I am not quite definite sir, I haven't seen her this morning but give me a second, let me go through the attendance," The receptionist answered. “Alright... I am waiting." He said and silence took over for some seconds. “Are you still there?" Gerald asked wh
“I was only kidding, there is no secret." I said when I saw Gerald's facial expression. I knew what I just said didn't convince Arin but I didn't care. I just did what I had to do. Arin took a deep breath and went back to her seat, leaving I and Gerald on our feet. “So, what do you want now?" Gerald asked me, twitching his nose. “Nothing special... I think this is the end of our deal. Now we are both even. You will act like my normal employer to me and I will also act like a normal employee. But before that, I have one request." I said, raising one of my fingers. Gerald's forehead wrinkled when he heard that. He opened his mouth to say something but he stopped and raked his fingers cross his hair. “And what is this request?" “I just remembered that we still have few more minutes left before the deal's cancelled, so I was thinking of giving you one more task to fulfill before then. Remember, you are to do as I say, otherwise.." “Otherwise what?" He snapped angril
Gerald, stood at the front of the conference room, his face serious. He looked at the faces of his staffs one after the other, he was particularly looking for Hazel but she was not there. He signalled to the receptionist in the crowd, if she had seen her anywhere and she shook her head. Gerald took a deep breath and nodded. "Good morning, everyone," he began to speak. "I'm here to address a very serious matter, so I want you all to listen very attentively. As you all know, a golden necklace has been stolen from the company's store in the display and this particular necklace worths twenty thousand bucks. This is a very serious situation, and I want to assure you that we are doing everything in our power to find the culprit." As Gerald spoke, his eyes could not stop searching around for Hazel. He had call for this assembly only because of her because he did not want any situation to look suspicious. The room was silent as Gerald spoke. Everyone was on edge, wondering who could
It was a dark and stormy night and Gerald had just left his office. The rain was coming down in sheets and the wind was howling, making it difficult for him to see the road ahead. Suddenly, his car sputtered and came to a halt. Gerald tried starting the engine again and again, but it wouldn't budge.Gerald got out of his car and looked around, trying to find some shelter from the storm. That was when he saw Hazel's house in the distance. It was the only house for miles around. He knew that he had no other option but to go there. He did not mind how she would react when she saw him, he just wanted shelter. He started running towards the house, but the wind and rain made it difficult for him to move quickly. He was drenched by the time he reached her doorstep. He pounded on the door, hoping that someone was home. Hazel was startled by the loud knocking. She opened the door to see Gerald standing there, soaked to the bone. She gasped in shock when she saw him and for some moment
Arin knocked on the door of Hazel's house, feeling nervous but determined. She had been looking for her house for hours, and now that she was finally here, she couldn't afford to waste any more time. Whatever Gerald was doing in his house, she wanted to find out. A few moments later, the door opened and Hazel appeared. She looked surprised to see Arin standing there, but quickly composed herself. "Arin, what are you doing here? And how did you get to know my house?" she asked. "Those questions of yours are not necessary, I need to talk to you," Arin replied, stepping inside. Hazel placed her palm on Arin's chest, preventing her from going further into the room. "Just let me in. It is about the Mr. Fraser" Hazel's expression darkened. "What about him? What is wrong with him and why did you have to come to my house for that?" "Hazel, I know that he is sick because he called me and told me himself," Arin said. "He told me he has been in your since last night." Hazel's eyes
It was a tense moment in the boardroom as Gerald, faced the angry and disappointed board of directors. Mr. Cole and Mr. Bry had left his office angrily when they heard that he suspended Hazel with no reason. He couldn't tell them the reason because he had promised Hazel to keep the secret from everyone. All of the boards directors came the next day, angry and disappointed. They called for a meeting, where they all sat around a table, lashing words at Gerald who still couldn't give an explanation. "How could you do this, Mr. Fraser?" one of the directors spat out. "Suspending our most important employee without consulting us first! This is unacceptable! Hazel is an excellent and important tool here, we can't just get rid of her. Remember that she signed the permanent staff members agreement? We could over look her mistake as this is business." "I understand your concerns," Gerald replied calmly. "But I had to take action to address the issue at hand. That lady you are talking
Hazel's work environment had become increasingly difficult due to Arin ever since they've been partnered together. She wasn't making things easy for her at all. She almost didn't have issues sharing her office if Arin had paddled her canoe but she had this habit of belittling Hazel and finding fault with her work. Despite Hazel's best efforts to ignore Arin's behavior, she found it increasingly difficult to cope with it. The final straw came when Arin accused Hazel of a mistake that she hadn't made in front of the entire office. It was so embarrassing because everyone in the office respected her because they knew she couldn't make such simple mistakes. This led Hazel to take the matter up with the CEO. She had vowed not to ever go to Gerald's office, she was ready to stay totally away from him but she couldn't help it this time, she just had to get rid of Arin. Hazel knocked on the Gerald's door and waited for him to invite her in. "Come in," he said, looking up from his des
After a one-hour recess, the doors of the courtroom swung open, and a solemn silence fell over the room. Mark Wilson, adorned in a disheveled suit, returned to his seat next to his defense attorney as he disgustingly glared at Gerald. The tension in the air was palpable as all eyes turned towards him. The judge, a stern figure draped in black robes, resumed his position on the elevated bench. He surveyed the room with an air of authority, his gaze landing on Mark Wilson. "Mr. Wilson, it is time for your final defense to present any evidence supporting your innocence," he declared, his voice resonating through the room. Mark Wilson's attorney, a middle-aged man with graying hair, rose from his seat, his expression anxious. He glanced towards Mark, his eyes filled with unease, and then nervously addressed the judge. "Your Honor, unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances and lack of conclusive evidence, we have no additional exhibits or witnesses to present. However,
Gerald closed the door behind him and leaned against it, feeling exhausted and drained. He had just spent hours at the police station with his lawyer, Mr. James, trying to prove that Mark was the one who had been blackmailing Hazel, his fiancee, for months. Gerald rubbed his eyes and sighed. He looked at his watch and saw that it was past midnight. He wondered if Hazel was still awake, waiting for him. He pushed himself away from the door and walked towards their bedroom, hoping to find her asleep in their bed. He reached the bedroom door and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake her up if she was sleeping. He stepped inside and saw her sitting on the bed, wearing a white nightgown that contrasted with her dark hair. She looked up at him with wide eyes that reflected the moonlight coming through the window. She smiled faintly and said in a soft voice: “Gerald… you’re back.” He smiled back at her and walked towards the bed, dropping his briefcase on the flo
The dimly lit police station was filled with an air of tension as Gerald stood beside his lawyer, Mr. James. They both shared a look of determination, while Mark looked nervously around. The room was cold, with gray walls and a flickering fluorescent light overhead, casting an eerie glow on the worn-out furniture. Officer Jacobs, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, entered the room. He had a no-nonsense demeanor that intimidated even the most composed individuals. He approached Mark, handcuffs in his hand. "Mark Wilson, if I get that right, you're under arrest for the alleged blackmail of Mr. Gerald Carrington Fraser's fiancée," Officer Jacobs declared, his voice firm. Mark's eyes widened with what seemed like disbelief. "What? No, Officer, you've got it all wrong. I would never do such a thing! I was in my room when these two men barged in. Firstly, I could have charged them for invasion of privacy, but I didn't. Now, they are accusing me of what? This is what we
Hazel looked at Gerald, her heart pounding as she wondered where to start the whole narration from. Obviously, she wasn't at fault because she didn't do anything but would Gerald believe that? He knew that she was obsessive, so if something like that happened, no one would want to doubt it. And here she was again, the fact that she hid it from everyone will make it seem as though she was trying to cover up for herself. "Why are you silent? Speak up! You need to say something." Gerald said, almost yelling. "I don't want to care what happened. Just tell me in details. Who is Mark and why is he blackmailing you? It is had simple as that." Hazel took a deep breath, and sat up for the sake of comfort. "Promise me you won't hurt me." "Does it matter? Just tell me what happened." "I really didn't do anything, I swear. I was being blackmailed falsely because I know the consequences of it getting out." Hazel said, her gaze apologetic as she spoke. "If you didn't do an
Hazel's eyes fluttered open blinking away the remnants of sleep. Her body felt heavy and tender each movement, a reminder of the accident that had landed her in the hospital. As she tried to adjust to the warm sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window the scent of something delicious wafted into her nostrils. Hazel turned her head and saw Gerald standing in the doorway a soft smile on his face. "Good morning my love. How are you feeling today?" Gerald asked his voice filled with genuine concern. Hazel mustered a weak smile and replied "I'm getting there slowly but surely. Thank you for taking care of me Gerald." Gerald crossed the room, his footsteps gentle on the hardwood floor. Pulling a chair beside the bed he sat down and took Hazel's hand in his own. "You don't need to thank me Hazel. Taking care of you is the least I can do after what happened l," he said his voice filled with determination. Hazel gazed into his eyes filled with gratitude and love.
The sun shone brightly through the hospital window, casting a warm glow on Hazel's face as she watched the door waiting eagerly for Gerald to arrive. It had been a difficult journey days spent in pain and uncertainty, but his visits were like beams of light in her darkest moments. He brought laughter love and a sense of normalcy to her life in the sterile hospital room. Gerald walked through the gleaming white corridors of the hospital his heart pounding with anticipation. He couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and excitement every time he came to visit Hazel. Her vibrant smile and infectious joy had always been a light in his life and he couldn't wait to see her again. As the door creaked open Hazel's heart skipped a beat. There stood Gerald tall and handsome a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hand. His hazel eyes sparkled with joy as he caught sight of her and a wide smile spread across his face. As he approached her, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Opening the
Finally Hazel's eyes opened and a weak smile graced her lips. "Gerald," she whispered her voice fragile but filled with love. Gerald felt a rush of emotion relief flooding his being. He leaned closer to her tears streaming down his face. "Hazel you're awake. Thank God you're okay." Hazel's smile widened her voice barely a whisper. "I love you Gerald. I'm sorry for scaring you." Gerald placed a gentle kiss on her forehead their love reaffirmed in that sacred moment. "I love you too Hazel. Nothing else matters as long as you're here with me." In that beautiful instant all the fear worry and anxiety melted away. Gerald held onto Hazel's hand cherishing their love and grateful for each slow-paced beat of their journey ahead. Gerald's heart pounded in his chest as he paced back and forth his mind racing with worry and fear. How could this have happened? Hazel was always so careful so cautious. He searched for answers trying to make sense of the accident that had turned his world u
Gerald's heart pounded in his chest as he paced back and forth his mind racing with worry and fear. How could this have happened? Hazel was always so careful so cautious. He searched for answers trying to make sense of the accident that had turned his world upside down. As he continued to pace, his mind kept replaying the words the nurse had spoken just moments ago "I'm sorry but Hazel is still in the theatre and we have no news about her condition." Those words seemed to echo endlessly in his mind. The unknown was tormenting him; he was desperate for answers for any sign of hope. He didn't know who to call and discuss this issue with. He was so stressed out. Just as he was about to lose all hope his phone began to ring, startling him from his thoughts. He fumbled to grab it his hands trembling. Looking at the caller ID he saw it was his sister Annie. His relief was short-lived though as he realized that Annie somehow already knew about Hazel's accident. There could be no other r
Gerald's eyes fluttered open as the dim morning light streamed through the curtains casting a soft glow in the living room. Confusion instantly washed over him as he realized he was sprawled on the couch instead of his usual spot in the bedroom. He sat up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest and called out Hazel's name. Silence enveloped the room amplifying his growing anxiety. "Hazel, where are you? Why couldn't you wake me up when you came in?" He said. Darting his eyes around the living room, Gerald searched for any sign of his fiancée. To his dismay there was no trace of Hazel, no shoes by the front door, no handbag on the kitchen counter. Panic seeped into his veins as he hastily made his way to the bedroom hoping to find her there. But the room was empty, her side of the bed untouched. She didn't come back home last night? Gerald asked himself, totally confused and furious. Wide-eyed and growing increasingly alarmed Gerald reached for his phone and dialed Ha