Ethan stood outside Aviana's office door, his mind racing with thoughts of how to approach her. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, then knocked gently."Come in," Aviana's voice called from inside. Ethan entered cautiously, finding Aviana seated at her desk, engrossed in reviewing some documents. She looked up as he entered, her expression neutral but her eyes betraying a hint of wariness."Avi, can we talk?" Ethan asked softly, stepping further into the room.Aviana leaned back in her chair, her expression cool and composed despite the underlying irritation. Ethan stood before her, unsure of how to break through her icy demeanor."What's there to talk about, Ethan?" Aviana began, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she tapped her pen on the desk. "I don't expect you to have figured out the reason I'm mad at you already. It might take you a day, a week, or a lifetime to figure it out. Who knows?"Ethan blinked, taken aback by her blunt honesty. "Avi, I—""Nope," Aviana cut in,
Ethan looked up, his face flushed and his posture stiff as he tried to hold Aviana close. His usual aloof demeanor was completely absent, replaced by a flustered and panicked expression. “Faith! I—I didn’t expect—” he stammered, his words tumbling out in a jumbled mess.Faith couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Ethan, the ever-composed boss, was now visibly flustered, with his shirt slightly askew and a look of sheer bewilderment on his face. Aviana’s cries were still unabated, adding to the hilarity of the situation.“Uh, Sir,” Faith said, trying to suppress her laughter as she walked over to them. “It looks like you’re having a bit of a rough time here.”Ethan, still holding Aviana, glanced at Faith with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “Faith, I... I don’t know what to do. She’s... she’s crying because I figured out something too quickly, and then I made it worse by saying I got help from Scarlet. I don’t know how to fix this!"Faith’s eyes twinkled with a mix of amuseme
Aviana lay in Ethan's arms, their bodies intertwined in a comfortable silence that spoke volumes of their deep connection. The room was quiet, save for the soft rhythm of their breathing and the occasional contented sigh that escaped their lips.Ethan gently brushed a strand of hair away from Aviana's face, his touch tender and filled with affection. He couldn't help but marvel at how natural and right it felt to have her in his arms, to feel her warmth against him.Aviana shifted slightly, her head resting against his chest as she looked up at him with a soft smile. "You know," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness, "you have a way of making everything feel so... perfect."Ethan chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love for this woman who brought so much joy into his life. "I'm just glad you feel that way," he replied, his voice gentle. "You mean the world to me, Aviana."Aviana's smile widened, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as she gazed up at
LA, AirportStanding not far, after alighting is Aviana Cole, her mother, Joana Cole and her brother, Hayden Cole. Finally, they were here. In LA, the most popular city in California. Surrounded by vast mountain ranges, valleys, forests, beautiful beaches along the pacific ocean and nearby desert. She could not believe her eyes. She stood on the same spot as if rooted to the ground. Her eyes moved from the elegantly dressed people moving to and from the airport, to the beautiful tall buildings. These were enough for her to understand that those who lived in the city were extremely rich. She fell in love with the city at first sight. No longer holding her joy, she shouted happily,"Wow, this is so amazing! I've never seen a scenery like this before. Hey, look at that building. It's really awesome!" said Aviana excitedly, pointing to the direction of a tall building her eyes came across.The mother and the brother stood there stupefied by the little woman's
Aviana paced the room nervously. In her Twenty-three years of living, she had never been this scared. Her heart rate increased. She was breathing so heavily it seemed she might hyperventilate. It had been three hours since Hayden was taken to the operating room. Whatever was happening inside the room, she didn't know. Nobody knew except for the doctor.In her hands, she held a string of beads. It was a kind of rosary that catholics used when making prayers. This was the only item she had of her father and she cherished it so much. Her father gave it to her years ago when he was still alive. She believed that, if she made a prayer with it, her brother would be okay. Actually, she had never believed in it, at first. She never believed that praying with the rosary, could make prayers come true.When her father gave it to her, he told her that it would protect her always, and that whatever she needed, she should pray with it and her desire would be granted. She never saw t
"Um, he's fine. He's out of danger for now, but..." he hesitated. Whatever information he wanted to disclose to her was very critical. He knew, people react to critical information differently. Some would cry it out, others would take it calmly and others would remain quiet. They would not cry, they would not talk or say anything. This party was the most affected. They could result to committing suicide.Apart from being a doctor, he was also a psychologist and he knew so much about psychology, and studying people's minds to know their reactions. He needed to calm her, first, before he could disclose to her whatever was going on with her brother."First, you need to stay calm. Breath in and then out," he said as he gestured to her, while he inhaled and exhaled too."Okay, I'm calm," she said as she followed his lead and breathed in and out to steady her breath. "What's going on with Hayden! Please doctor, just tell me! Tell me he's going to be fine!" she pleaded
"Sir, welcome back. Dinner is ready. Should I serve you now, or you'll freshen up, first?" Auntie Garcia asked. She had been in the kitchen when she heard him walk in. The woman's appearance was motherly, and she wore a white dress that was below her knees. The dress looked like the sort that maids often wore.She had a smile line across her lips. Although, she was middle-aged, when she smiled, all the signs of age disappeared, leaving only a pleasant woman who was clearly very cheerful. Over the years, she had been taking care of Ethan. Even though she had children of her own, she never spent much time with them. She spent much of her time raising Ethan since he was born upto this moment.He was like a son to her. After his mother's death, Garcia took the place of his mother."Thank you, Garcia. I'll freshen up first and then have dinner later," he responded, before he turned around to head upstairs."Um, sir," she called out."Yes, anything else
"Devin, I want you to be honest with me," she said. "Where did Ethan go today? I checked your flight and you arrived in LA, in the afternoon. I checked the office, but both of you weren't there, I came to the house, but Auntie Garcia told me, he hadn't returned," she narrated."What's going on? You're his right-hand man, you know everything about him, where he goes, who he's with. So, don't you dare lie to me. Where did he go!" she ordered.Before he could tell her anything, his phone rung. He stepped aside to pick up the phone."Hello Sir, I will do just that," he kept the call before he walked back to where Chloe stood."Ma'am, Mr Urkel asked me to send you home. This way, please," he requested as he gestured to her with his hand that was stretched out, directing her to walk towards the car. Chloe sighed.She knew, he wouldn't tell her anything. But, it didn't kill to try her luck, maybe he would be considerate and tell her what she wanted to kno