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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
Willow Goods.Third Person POV.Matilda crouches beside Mr. Willow’s office, her gaze fixed on him through the window. His fingers hover over the keyboard, their rhythmic tapping the only sound in the otherwise quiet room. His face is an unreadable mask—emotionless, impassive. It’s unsettling, this stillness. This isn’t the man she’s used to. Usually, by now, he would’ve thrown one of his sarcastic remarks her way or cracked a biting joke. Instead, there’s nothing. Not even a flicker of interest. Her pulse quickens as she watches, a knot of unease forming in her stomach. She can’t explain why it bothers her so much. She’s here to work, not to be teased or tormented. But this—this silence—it throws her off balance. It feels like a void she can’t quite fill. He hasn’t even asked for coffee once this week. And she, for reasons she can't articulate, misses the routine, the quiet comfort of making him his usual drink. “Matilda?” Javier’s voice cuts through her thoughts, a soft whisper t
Lie Blu Apartment.Matilda’s POV.The closing credits of my drama are barely rolling when my doorbell rings. I glance at the clock—just shy of ten. “Who could that be?” Curiosity piqued, I slide off the couch, smoothing my shirt, and open the door slightly, peering through the gap. A tall, slender man stands there, muttering under his breath as he adjusts his cuffs. I raise an eyebrow, unsure if he’s rehearsing some speech or having a quiet meltdown.He turns abruptly, and I’m met with a scowl so severe it could curdle milk. His sharp black hair sticks up as if it’s taken an immediate dislike to his comb, and his large green eyes don't soften when they lock with mine. He’s tall, at least six-one, but somehow still manages to look down his nose at me, his thin moustache twitching with impatience."Ah... Monsieur Jules!" I force a smile, trying to sound pleasant as recognition dawns. Chairman Willow did mention he’d be coming for the fitting of my gown sometime this week.Behind him, fou
Jadeite’s Hotel.Ji Won’s POV.The car pulled into the driveway of the hotel. Reporters were lined up jeering to take pictures and ask their never-ending repeated questions that made my head hurt more times than not. Ae Ra knocked on the car window. I gestured for her to come in and she obliged unwillingly.She said nothing as she settled in. We were a stone's throw away from the main entrance where we would appear together. Her face was glued to her window. “Miss Lee.”She turned to me, her lips in a firm line. “Yes, sir?”Why did it look like she wanted me six feet under? I ignored her sharp look. “Before we step in, I just thought you should know how important this dinner is.” It was my first meeting with all the shareholders and investors, a rare opportunity to make allies.She blinked at me but said nothing, was she even listening to me? I cleared my throat. “We will be meeting a new major shareholder. As you know, we lost two important ones recently. I must get her to sign with u
Jadeite’s Hotel.Ae Ra’s POV.We greeted some senior executives and selected investors. Now and then, ladies would sneer at me and whisper to themselves. Some would laugh and others would look away in disgust. The more time I spent by CEO Jung’s side the louder the whispers got, even now women seemed to look at me funny.“You remember what I said in the car right?” He whispered into my ear. “Of course I do.” How could I forget? How could anyone forget? “Well you’re barely smiling, if anything, the grimace on your lips would scare people off.” He said softly.I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, he was staring straight ahead with a smile of his own. It was fake but effortless. He looked at me for a split second. “Ignore the whispers and looks. I’m the problem and I apologize for that.”I paused in my tracks, too surprised to carry on our little walk. Did he just apologize to me? He stood next to me, his hand resting on the little of my back. “There’s no need to be surprised.”
Jadeite’s Hotel.Third Person.When Bo Mi told her that Ae Ra’s father left her because he discovered she wasn’t his child she knew she had hit the jackpot. She had discovered Ae Ra’s one weakness and she was going to enjoy exploiting it."Got you.” Min So mouthed before screaming, effectively gathering the attention of everyone around them.“What is wrong with you?! Leave her alone, you drunk!” Sa Rang screamed and pushed Ae Ra to the ground. They hurried to Min So who now had tears streaming down her face. “I can’t believe she hit you.” Sa Rang gushed.Ae Ra stared at the gathering crowd that formed around them. They looked horrified but she could see the smile that graced their lips, they were enjoying this. They pointed at her accusingly and whispered aggressively amongst themselves.“I knew she was trouble.”“Crazy woman!”“I heard she threw herself at Ji Won.”“I heard she slept her way up the ladder.”“Serves her right.”Amidst the spiteful words that rang around her, Ae Ra hear