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Mr. Farrell, We Are Divorced 033
Almyra's POV“Trust me you've got this.” I heard Cole's voice radiating with comfort.I nodded my head enthusiastically. “Yeah, thanks.” I rose up from my seat, walking towards the podium slowly with a smile that seemed to cover the way I was tensed at the moment.I held the lower part of my gown tightly in order to reduce the tension. I held unto it like it was some sort of lifeline.The man walked away from the podium after welcoming me with a warm smile in which I returned back to him.I picked up the headset microphone before taking a deep breath.“Goof evening everyone.” I waved my hand with a smile. “I guess you all know my name and there's no need for further introduction. Mr Williams recently became one of the top paying client in Quantrum Sphere Company and since then he has never had any issue with us, not like anyone has ever had one though.” I paused for a few seconds as I tried to catch my breath.I looked at the audience once more and they were deeply rooting for what I
Mr. Farrell, We Are Divorced 034
Almyra's POVI rose up from where I laid down, I was gonna leave Paris today anyway.I already booked a flight since yesterday and it would be taking off by 7:00 am. This was just six minutes after four anyway.I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower since I was too tired to take one yesterday.A got a notification that there was going to be a meeting in which I myself needed to attend since it was the CEO's that would need to attend the meeting.I should have gone in two days time but I got the notification and I'll be heading back without telling anyone.Well, that would be a surprise if everyone sees me. I already bought things on which I would be sharing to my workers when I get back.“Ooh!” I exclaimed loudly since I had just remembered Rachel. I picked up the Rolex wristwatch in which I bought two days ago. I guess would suit her perfectly.My phone rang loudly and I checked who it was. It was
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Almyra's POVAfter an hour's ride the taxi finally stopped. I got out of the taxi and handed a hundred dollar note to the driver who accepted it with a smile."Thanks for the ride." I said to him in a calm tone. "You can keep the rest for yourself.""Thank you ma'am." He said loudly since I already walked some steps forward.I signified the thumbs up for him. As I walked away from the taxi, the sound of my suitcase's wheels on the pavement echoed through the quiet street.I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me, finally arriving at my destination after a long and eventful day.The warm sun on my skin and the gentle breeze rustling my hair were a welcome respite from the confines of the taxi. I took a deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders begin to ease.After all, I was not far from home. I needed to take a walk to explore nature's beauty.I continued rolling my suitcase sluggishly before sitting down on a Median bench placed by the road side.On my way here,
Mr. Farrell, We Are Divorced 036
Almyra's POVI laid on the bed still, I was yet to get a sleep since I came back from Paris and all I was doing at the moment was staring blankly into space. The softness of the bed enveloped me, a comforting contrast to the turmoil brewing inside. I felt like I was floating, disconnected from the world around me. So engrossed in the bed I laid on and sleep on the other hand trying to overcome me.My gaze drifted aimlessly, taking in the familiar contours of the room without really seeing them. Memories began to surface, like ripples on a pond, disturbing the calm.As I sat there, lost in thought, the silence grew thicker, a palpable presence that wrapped itself around me. I felt the weight of my own thoughts, pressing down upon me, urging me to move, to act. I rose up from the bed and sat up, I knew I could not evade this sleep, I was gonna succumb to it sooner or later, so I might as well surrender now. I let out a gentle sigh, feeling the softness of the bed cradle my weary body.
Mr. Farrell, We Are Divorced 037
Almyra's POV I stormed into the office in rage as I saw a very displeasant sight. My secretary Ms Thompson with an unknown man in the middle of romance. Ms Thompson sat down on my table while he held her and kissed her passionately. They were so engrossed in love that they did not even notice my presence. "What the fuck is this?" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I dropped the bag on the floor in annoyance. Quickly, they both separated from one another swiftly. My secretary looked at me in great shock as she covered her mouth in surprise. "I…I'm sorry." She stammered with a look of disappointment. The man suddenly buttoned up his shirt and picked his briefcase as he tried to storm out of the office. His face had no sign of remorse in a way or two. I walked towards him hurriedly and stood at his front with my hands crossed across my chest. I was very pissed at the moment, if there was any word worse than pissed you could use it. He looked at me with a tough face as he tried t
Mr. Farrell, We Are Divorced 038
Almyra's POVI leaned on the table with a smirk as I sipped a little content from the cup of coffee that was in my hand.The dull look on both of their faces was not even enough to change what I had in mind for them; beads of sweat had started forming on the forehead of the man. “Ah! So he is tense right?” I muttered to myself in a low voice.Ms Thompson, on the other hand, was already wetting the floor with her tears, which was not even able to move me in a way or two.“So what did you two think I should do to you?” I broke the silence in the room as I got up from the table.“Ma?” Ms Thompson stuttered in a low tone and her voice was covered in pain.“Yes?” I shifted my gaze to her.“I can explain.” She paused for a while before she sniffed. “If only you give me the chance.”I scoffed. “The chance?” Ms Thompson is a great asset to me but I can't just let her get away with what she did. The judgment I once thought of giving to her was not suitable enough. I had to increase it. The
Mr. Farrell, We Are Divorced 039
Almyra's POVI picked up the file in which I needed for the meeting and looked up with my eyes shut close.The feeling of firing Ms Thompson was really a painful one, tears rolled down my cheek as I held the file tightly.I rose up from where I sat as I walked out of the door and shut the door behind me with a fake smile plastered on my face.The mood I was while coming here was the complete opposite of the one I'm in as I'm going out. I waved to everyone with a smile as I made for the exit of the building.I sat in my car with my head buried in my palms, it was truly a painful decision to make as I fired her.As I sat in my car, trying to process my emotions, I couldn't help but think about the conversation that had just taken place. I had known Ms Thompson for years, and she had been an integral part of my company. But despite her strengths, her performance had been struggling, and I had to make the difficult decision to let her go.Deep down I knew that what she did was not somethi
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Almyra's POVAlarm sounds woke me up and I jumped off from bed. It was some minutes past six. I guess I was long gone from sleep since I slept late last night.I walked towards the curtain and opened a part of it, the rays of the sunlight brightening up a part of the room and illuminating the dust particles that danced in the air, like tiny ballerinas performing a choreographed routine. The warmth on my skin was a gentle caress, a comforting embrace that seemed to whisper, "A new day, a new beginning."As I stood there, bathed in the golden light, I felt a sense of hope stir within me. The darkness of the previous day, the burden of firing my secretary has now adjusted. I guess it was the feeling of betrayal that made me think the way I did yesterday. I guess I had a lot on my plate. That was why I was not able to think straight.I opened the curtain wider, allowing more sunlight to flood the room, chasing away my shadows that lingered in the corners.The brightness was almost blind
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