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Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.“Mr. Willow, here’s the draft for the schedule you requested for the upcoming month.” I offer the iPad with a steady hand, though my heart races in my chest, a frantic drumbeat that feels impossible to silence. The sleek device feels heavy in my grip, a physical manifestation of the pressure I’m under. “It’s just a draft; I’ve accounted for unpredictable meetings and agendas.” He glances up at me, suspicion etched across his features, his brow furrowing slightly. “That was fast,” he murmurs, scrolling through the document with practised ease that sends a flutter of nerves through me. I hold my breath, watching his fingers dance over the screen, a silent plea in my mind that he’ll approve. The air in the office is thick with tension, the hum of the overhead lights only amplifying my anxiety. “Did Mr. Santos assist you?” His voice is sharp, and his gaze pierces my skin like ice, leaving me momentarily frozen in place. I fidget, caught between honesty and f
Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.It’s been three days since I waged war against Mr. Willow.Three days of waiting for his next move, his next task.Three days of endless anticipation.Three days of oppressive silence.After I confront him, he doesn’t speak to me for the rest of the day, and since then, he’s been deliberately avoiding me. I hadn’t expected that. His sudden shift from obnoxious to completely silent is disorienting. The quiet feels heavier, more unnerving.“I wonder what devious scheme he’s hatching in that office,” I mutter as the elevator doors slide open.A cold gust of air greets me, sending a shiver down my spine. Goosebumps ripple across my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the building. The atmosphere feels wrong, as if a storm is brewing just beyond the horizon—an ominous warning of what fate has in store for me. “Will I suffer today?” I voice my unease, the unsettling chill gnawing at my nerves, as if the very air is pressing in, mocking me with its silence.A
Lie Blu Apartment.Matilda’s POV.“What happened next?” Aaliyah asks, her eyes bright with gleeful curiosity, practically bouncing in her seat. “Did you finally crack? Or did he—” she lowers her voice conspiratorially, “—confess his undying admiration?”“Nothing,” I snap, trying to sound indifferent. But my mind drifts back to that last, maddening moment in his office. After tossing my own words back at me, he dismissed me without so much as a glance. Typical.I swear, it was like his personal mission that day was to torment me, to needle me for as long as he could stand it. His infuriating smirk plays on a loop in my mind, and I huff, irritation prickling up my spine.“Oh, come on!” Aaliyah groans, throwing her hands up in mock despair. “Nothing? Not even a single snarky comeback? Matilda, you’re killing me here!”I give her a look, crossing my arms. “My so-called ‘tortuous’ life isn’t the thrill ride you seem to think it is. Go on, Aly, feel free to swap places with me and take on th
Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.“Right, Matilda. You can do this,” I mutter under my breath, a firm pep talk echoing in the stillness of the elevator. “You’re a powerful, brilliant, and beautiful woman who’s been steering her own ship through life’s choppy seas for ages. Some spoiled boss isn’t about to capsize you. Not now, not ever.” The elevator doors glide open, and I’m greeted by the cold quiet of the office floor. A chill of foreboding nudges at me, but I refuse to let it stick. “Last week, you had your fun, Mr. Willow,” I say, barely concealing my smirk as if he can actually hear me. “But this week? Victory is mine.” I stride towards the office door, shoulders squared. Today, I’m no pushover.I push open the door with newfound resolve. “Good morning, Javier!” I say brightly, dropping my things onto the desk with a flourish. “Did you have a great weekend or what?”Javier blinks at me, his copper eyes wide, surprise written all over his face. “Um… Matilda?”“Yes, Javier?” I ask, a
Willow Goods.Third Person POV.A handful of employees spring to their feet energetically. “CEO Willow!” they chime, with one nudging a colleague who stays seated, clearly pretending not to notice.The man finally stands, stretching with an exaggerated yawn. “Ah, CEO Willow!” he says, smoothing his shirt. “Forgive me, I was so engrossed in my work, I didn’t even notice you there.” His grin stretches wide, his attempt at casualness painfully obvious.Unperturbed, Alaric meets his gaze. “I can see you’re working hard.” The man lets out a loud, braying laugh. “Of course! People like us are the backbone of the company—keeping things running so people have food on their tables!” He points dramatically between himself and Alaric, wiggling his eyebrows. “In fact, some say we look alike,” he adds, puffing out his chest.He’s a middle-aged man with thinning hair, a wide nose, and crow’s feet that deepen as he grins, evidently pleased with himself. His shirt stretches across his belly, and his
Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.My fingertips hover over the door handle, pausing just shy of gripping it. Ever since I started working here, coming in each day has felt like wading through quicksand, the weight of everything pulling me down. I close my eyes, a heavy wave of exhaustion pressing down on me. If I hadn’t promised Chairman Willow that I could handle his son, I would have handed in my resignation yesterday, especially after that humiliating encounter. I’d thought the worst he could do was crush me with impossible tasks, but yesterday he went further, shattering whatever confidence I’d mustered. I’d braced myself, convinced I could take on anything he threw my way. But he proved me wrong, showing me just how outmatched I am by his heartless precision. Yet, even as his harsh words sliced through me, he looked… apologetic. Why? Why would he look that way, as if he regretted every word that still cut so deeply? What makes working for his father so contemptible to him? I let out
Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.I draw in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, trying to steady myself and calm my nerves. Mr. Willow didn’t do anything to ruin my day today, but Amanda sure had a blast doing him the favour. I pull the door open with a wide smile. Javier has been worried about me all day, and it would do me no good if I gave him more reason to worry.“Here you go,” I say, handing him a box of cookies. “Wow, fancy.” Javier’s smile lights up as he takes the box from me. “Thank you very much, Matilda. I’ll enjoy these.” He grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners.“You’re welcome, Javier,” I reply, my voice warm. I knock on Mr. Willow’s door.“Come in,” comes the terse response.I step inside. His office is as pristine as always. His hair is slicked back, save for a few stray strands that have escaped, falling over his forehead. He looks tired, stressed. Was it because he didn’t have any sweets today? I glance at the box of cookies in my hands, and a small part of me hope
Havilah National Hospital.Third Person POV.Matilda sits rigidly in the sterile hospital waiting room, her fingers twisted together in her lap, the white knuckles betraying her inner turmoil. She tries to steady her trembling hands, but they won’t cooperate. Every breath feels too shallow, too tight. The sharp scent of antiseptic fills the air, mingling with the low hum of distant machines, a constant reminder of Mr. Willow’s fragility. Her heart is a pounding drumbeat in her chest, echoing her anxiety, while a nauseating tightness coils in her stomach. She swallows, but the knot in her throat refuses to loosen.What if he’s angry with me? What if he never forgives me? What am I going to tell Chairman Willow? How disappointed will he be in me if I fail to keep my promise?Javier’s voice slices through her spiralling thoughts, warm but tinged with concern. “Are you sure you want to see him?”Her eyes remain fixed on the floor, her voice a fragile whisper. “I have to see him. I need to