I spend the next five days purposely avoiding Clark. Every morning I wake up an hour before Clark usually wakes up to give me sufficient time to have my bath, get dressed and then leave for work. And in the evenings I purposely return home around 4pm, a time guaranteed that Clark will still be at work.I know we agreed to not leave things awkward but that was said in the heat of the moment. To be honest it just feels like we crossed a path that we can never return from.I look down at my watch, inwardly praying that Alice wraps up this internal staff meeting as soon as possible. Usually the meeting is supposed to end by 4pm, but everyone was busy with one thing or the other relating to work so we had to start by 4:30 instead of the usual 4:00 clock that we normally start.“What’s your opinion boss?” Alice asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. My eyes scan the room as I notice everyone’s eyes on me as they await my reply.I smile, “Alice could you kindly explain what I’m supposed to giv
“Hi Clark” I say, wide eyed, “what are you doing at home? The security man said you weren't around and your car is not outside too” I say to Clark, who’s comfortably sitting on the sofa.“Come sit” he says, tapping the space beside him. “Why?” I ask warily as I move towards him, he smiles, “Lara it’s not a crime for husband and wife to talk. Is it?” He asks.“No it’s not” I reply, settling beside him. “How come you’re home so early?” I ask, not bothering to look at him as I speak. “It was quite obvious that you have been avoiding me in the last five days today inclusive, so I decided to give you a little surprise so that we can have a discussion” he says.“So what do you want to talk about, you have to make it quick because I have things I need to finish upstairs” I say. He nods, “I won’t take much of your time and I know that this is another method to avoid me”.“So that brings me to the topic of our conversation” he smiles, “Lara, why are you avoiding me?” He asks. “Avoiding you” I
“Are those all my things?” I ask Clark who has taken it upon himself to help me pack for the team bonding outing. He’s even taken it upon himself to pick all my outfits for the three days we will be staying there.He nods, “that’s everything. I’ve placed the outfit you’d be wearing today on the bed, you can change into that while I finish packing our luggage” he says, not bothering to look at me with his eyes fixed on the luggages.I walk towards the bed picking up a light blue sports shirt matched with plain black shorts, “are we playing soccer?” I tease. He shakes his head, “you don’t need to dress this cool to play soccer. It’s just a nice way to dress down, I’ve also added a nice jewellery set to go with the outfit” “How nice it is to tell people that my husband dressed me today” I say, picking the jewellry from the bed, “thank you, it feels nice to be pampered” I say, before walking into the bathroom to change my clothes.Once I’m done I return to the room, but Clark is gone an
“Team A on the left side and Team B on the right side” Alice calls out, purposely separating people from their partners as she also ensures that each team is made up of men and women.Clark ends up on team A therefore making me on Team B, “we are going to crush you” I say, putting on my game face. He smiles, “it’s on. Don’t worry when you lose I’ll buy you ice cream to make you feel better” he retorts.“That’s the spirit” Alice says, chuckling. “For our first challenge we are going to be participating in an obstacle challenge. Each team has to select two people to represent them. The selected persons are expected to run through the track field whilst avoiding the moving cones, climb the net in the middle of the field and pass over it and lastly shoot down the 5 toy bears before running to cross the finish line” she says.“So who’s ready” she yells, causing the crowd to erupt into loud shouts, “we are”. She smiles, “I’ll give each team five minutes to decide who should represent them f
My alarm rings by 4:30pm, reminding Clark and I that we have 30 minutes to freshen up before conveying downstairs for dinner. “Clark” I say softly, gently tapping him.“Yeah, is it time to go?” He mumbles sleepily. I nod, “yeah, we have about thirty minutes to freshen up and get ready” I say, attempting to pull him up, though that doesn’t work.“I’m up” he chuckles, sitting up. “Do you want to take a shower, I already did?” I ask, packing my hair in a bun. He nods, “yeah, a cold shower will do me good at the moment” he says, standing to his feet.“You’re wearing the black gown I chose, you look good” he comments, before entering the bathroom.Clark exits the bathroom wearing a black top paired with white shorts, “that was quick” I say, turning to face him. He smiles, “I just needed to take a shower, nothing much”.“You really meant it when you said we were going to match throughout this outing” I chuckle, shaking my head. He chuckles, “it’s something I’ve always wanted to do with my w
“Alice” I call out from my office in extreme pain while clutching my stomach. “Yes Lara, you called?” She says, walking into the room.“Are you fine?” She asks, running towards me. I shake my head, “not really, I feel like throwing up and I’m experiencing terrible stomach pain” I say, still clutching my stomach.“Can you ask my driver to bring the car to the entrance and also cancel my meetings for the rest of the day” I say. She nods, “noted, I’m on it” she says, running out of the room to inform the driver.“He’s ready with the car parked at the entrance” she says, rushing into my office. “Thanks” I say, faltering as I stand to my feet. “Do I need to call the doctor to give you a visit at home?” she asks worriedly, as she holds onto me to keep me stable.I shake my head, “I’m fine, I probably just need to get some rest” I reply with a weak smile. She nods, “I’ll hold you till you get to your car” she says, holding on to me.I shake my head, “I might not feel good, but I’m pretty sur
“The results from the tests we ran show that you have appendicitis” the doctor says, as Clark clutches my hand, softly squeezing my hand with his attention fixated on the doctor.“We have scheduled your surgery for tomorrow afternoon by one pm. You won’t be able to eat any type of food during that time, but we’ll give you drips that’ll keep you strong and fed” he explains.“We’ve also given you some drugs to help reduce the pain. There’s a button on the bed handle that you can press whenever you seek assistance” he says, pointing to a red button on the handle of my bed.“Mr Clark, please could you come with me to sign some paperwork?” The doctor asks. Clark nods, “I’ll be back very soon” he says, placing a kiss on my head before leaving with the doctor.True to his word, Clark returns to the room in twenty minutes time. “Are you feeling better?” He asks, settling on the chair by my bedside. I nod, “I’m feeling way better than before” I respond, smiling weakly as I turn to face him.“P
“Hey baby girl” mom says, running her hands through my hair. “How long have I been asleep?” I ask, searching the room for Clark, “and where’s Clark?”She smiles, “you have been sleeping for six hours since the surgery was done. Clark went to sort some things at the office, he’ll be back soon” she says.“How are you feeling?” She asks, I smile, “better than before and grateful that the surgery was successful” I say, gently squeezing her hands.“Hi darling” I hear Jane say as mum steps away to reveal Jane holding a bouquet of flowers. “This is for you” she says, arranging the flowers in a vase before coming to give me a hug.“You gave us quite a scare but I’m glad you’re doing better. The doctor says you’ll be able to go home in about two days if you recuperate well” she says.I smile, “thank you very much for coming and thank you even more for the flowers. They are very lovely” I say. “Of course, anything for my daughter in law” she says, placing a kiss on my cheeks.“When can I switch
“Where are you heading to?” Clark asks, a confused look on his face as he rises to his feet, his brow furrowing slightly. “To the office,” I state, my tone laced with surprise at his question. It’s almost as if he can’t believe I’d choose to dive straight into the investigation on a day like today.“Today?” He asks, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Yeah, the sooner I get started with the investigation and communication approval, the sooner the lies made by Alice can be revealed.” I can feel the urgency in my words, the determination to clear the air and gather sufficient and compelling evidence.He nods, a spark of understanding igniting in his eyes. “Alright, I’ll come with you. Thank you so much for your time and dedication,” he says, his voice steady and sincere as he exchanges handshakes with both Becky and Elvis.“Yeah, thank you. I’ll contact you as soon as I can,” I say, exchanging firm handshakes with Elvis. Then, I turn to Becky, pulling her into a warm goodbye hug, “Take ca
“And what is the conversation with the HR team meant to achieve?” I ask, slightly leaning in as I wait for Becky’s response. Her face scrunches up a bit, which is a very common trait that she shows when she is thinking, and I can’t help but find it endearing. “Speaking with the HR unit helped us understand the hiring process and if there was any bias involved,” she explains, her tone growing more animated as she continues. “This could help us prove to the court that Alice brought Rita into the firm for ill intentions. If we can show that there was favouritism or a lack of proper procedure in Rita’s hiring, it’ll cast doubt on her credibility. We need to establish that her testimony is tainted by her connection to Alice, which means her words can’t be trusted by the court since she’s not independent from any of the parties involved in the case.”I nod, absorbing her words, feeling the gears in my mind turning. “So, if we can uncover any discrepancies in the hiring process, it not onl
“Good afternoon, Mr. Clark,” Elvis says, his voice warm and inviting as he stretches out his hand for a handshake.“Good afternoon, Elvis,” Clark responds, meeting his grip with a firm yet friendly shake, the corners of his mouth lifting into a light smile that hints at a shared camaraderie. “And it’s just Clark,” he adds, his tone casual and approachable.Elvis nods appreciatively, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Apologies, afternoon Mrs..” he begins, but before he can finish, I interject with a playful smile, “Afternoon, Elvis!” “It’s just Lara,” I continue, teasingly cutting him off. “What’s up with him today? He never calls me Mrs.” I chuckle, shaking my head in mock disbelief as I turn to face Becky. “Good afternoon!” I exclaim, pulling her into a tight embrace. She shrugs lightly as I finally release her from my embrace. “How are you doing?” I ask, gesturing for us to settle onto the plush sofa. She smiles, her expression brightening the room. “Quite fulfilled,” she
“Didn’t you notice that there were no media personnel in the room?” Clark asks, his smile widening. I shake my head, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. “I didn’t take notice since I came in at the last minute. I know that most court cases are open to the public, so I just sort of assumed that they were there,” I state, my voice trailing off as I glance around the room.He shakes his head, “well, they weren’t. I personally requested the court to make the case a private trial, with only the necessary attendees being allowed to view the proceedings.” “Really? And when did you do this?” I ask, intrigued by the proactiveness of the man before me. There’s something admirable about his initiative, and it makes me curious about his deeper feelings for me. “Two weeks before the court case,” he replies, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that suggests he’s not merely following protocol but doing this for a deeper reason. “It takes a week to apply and process the documents submitted
Clark walks towards me, his presence radiating warmth as he wraps me in his embrace, pulling me close as he slides his arms around my waist. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice laced with concern, turning his face just enough to catch a glimpse of mine, searching for the truth behind my silence.I shake my head gently, feeling the weight of my thoughts as I release myself from his comforting hold. I turn to face him fully, wanting him to see the turmoil swirling in my mind. “Nothing, really. I’m just thinking about the court case hearing from last week Monday,” I say, letting out a heavy sigh that seems to carry all the tension I’ve been holding inside. “I’m sorry,” I say, frowning deeply, my face a canvas of worry as I replay the events in my mind. The way Alice and her lawyer, Rick, manipulated the entire situation feels like a bitter pill to swallow. “I can’t believe they would twist the entire story to their advantage like that,” I continue, my voice tinged with frustration. “To m
“Describe your workplace?” Rick asks, leaning forward with false curiosity. “My workplace is a calm yet bustling environment,” Rita replies, pausing as if carefully considering her next words before she continues to speak.“There’s always a whirlwind of tasks to tackle, but what truly sets it apart is Mrs. Lara. She has this incredible knack for balancing the workload for everyone. She ensures that we have designated days off to recharge, organises team bonding activities that really bring us closer together, and even surprises us with generous bonuses that make all the hard work feel worthwhile”.He nods, a glint of curiosity in his eyes, “Last question, what was the request Mrs. Lara made of you concerning Miss Alice?” he asks, his gaze piercing. “Mrs. Lara had asked me to look for a new apartment for Miss Alice,” she replies, her tone deceptively calm, but I can sense the tension beneath her words.“Do you have proof?” he inquires. I frown, listening intently as the lies spill out
Each step toward the stand feels like a journey through quicksand, my heart racing as I approach the place where I must lay bare my truth. The stand looms ahead, a symbol of both vulnerability and strength, and as I finally take my position, I remind myself that this is my moment to speak out, to reclaim my story amidst the swirling chaos of accusations.“Good day, Mrs. Lara Rique,” Rick says, turning to face me. I nod, taking a few seconds to steady my nerves, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. “Good day, Mr. Rick,” I reply, my voice steady, carefully masking the turmoil of nerves swirling inside me like a storm.“I’d like to ask a few questions. I only require a yes or no response. Do you understand, Mrs. Lara?” he asks, his tone clipped and formal. I nod, but a flicker of annoyance ignites within me at the demeaning way he addresses me. “Yes, I do,” I reply, my voice firm, even as I feel a rush of emotions battling within. He nods, his expression unreadable. “Gr
Rick nods thoughtfully, his brow furrowing slightly as he steps back, steepling his fingers. "And how was your stay in her home?" he asks, his voice smooth yet probing. I lean forward, my heart racing with anticipation, eager to catch the web of lies that I know will spill from her lips this time. I can almost see the gears turning in her mind as she concocts a story that I’m sure will be as elaborate as it is false. The corners of her mouth twitch, betraying the confidence she tries to project.“My stay in her house was wonderful in the beginning, and I was very grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Rique for their generosity towards me,” she says, her voice softening as she hangs her head down, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her demeanour. “But…” she trails off, leaving the air thick with unspoken tension. “But what?” Rick asks, his tone sharp and inquisitive, pressing further.“Mr. Clark kept on making advances towards me,” she continues, her voice trembling slightly as she pretends to
A look of intrigue colours my face as I wait, my heart racing, to hear what she has to say—nothing but lies, of course, but I can’t help but feel the tension in the room as she finally takes her seat at the stand.Rick, with his trademark eloquence, leans forward, his voice steady yet commanding, “Please tell the court your relationship with Mrs Lara Rique,” he asks.She nods, her expression shifting from composed to sober as she begins to speak. “I’m an employee of Mrs. Lara,” she states, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ve been working for her for quite a while now, and I’ve been nothing but loyal to her. You can ask any of the employees; they’ll tell you the same.” Her words come out in a rush, as if she’s trying to convince not just the court but herself as well. “I don’t understand why she’s trying to charge me to court now,” she continues, her voice cracking under the weight of her feigned distress. Suddenly, she bursts into tears, fake tears spilling down her cheeks like a we