“What did she say?” Patricia threw a question immediately as Ailee hung up the call.Ailee feigned a smile. “I think the boss is in safe hands. He is sleeping and can't receive a call.” She reported.“Okay,” Patricia let out. “You can go back to the office.”Ailee slightly curtsied her head. “Okay, ma.” She said and turned to the door with a dull expression.Patricia noticed how instantly Ailee’s mood changed during the call, and she was curious about what was wrong. “Ailee…” she called and paused, still debating in her mind whether or not to investigate.Ailee glanced back. “Ma?” She answered and looked at Patricia, whose eyes were just fixed on her without uttering a word.“Should I come back?” Ailee asked.Patricia sighed and walked closer to Ailee. “Ailee,” she called and grabbed her hands immediately as she reached her front.Ailee stared into Patricia's face, confused. “Ma,” she answered, asking, “do you want to discuss something with me?”She tried to glitter her face with an as
Cohen entered the sitting room in a slow pace, his walking lacked rhythm and fluidity, appearing stilted. His arms hang limps without the usual swing of movement.He met his mother sitting, making him slow down a bit. “Good day, ma.” He greeted, bowing his head. Charlotte furrowed her face, standing on her feet with a confused expression. “My son, what's wrong with you?” She inquired. She lengthened her hand to grab his hand, but he stepped aside a bit.“I am fine.” He answered, avoiding his mother’s touch. His eyes cast downward to also avoid eye contact.“Are you sure?” Charlotte asked, attempting to touch him again.Cohen walked out of his mother’s sight, dragging his feet as if carrying a weight. “Mom, don't follow me, please,” he pleaded. He laid his left foot on the first stair and glanced backwards at his mother. “No matter what you hear, don't come upstairs. Please, don’t intervene.” He said and continued ascending the stairs in shorter strides, leaving his mother to eye her
Bastian gradually opened his eyes. He fully opened them, and rested his head a bit before he slowly lifted it from the pillow till he sat up.He looked around the room, frowning his forehead with his eyes half-closed. “Where am I?” He wondered.He felt a slight pain in his forehead, causing him to wither his face, touching the left side of his forehead. “Hmm.” He groaned.He governed his body and forced his tired body to stand on his weak feet.“Where am I?” He asked again. He dragged his feet to the door and as he opened the door, Elsie also came in, and she fell on his chest.“Uhn!” They screamed.Elsie quickly stood straight on her feet. “You're awake.” She said, facing downwards, shy.“What am I doing?” Bastian questioned. “How did I get here?”“Calm down, it’s not as if I kidnapped you,” she let out. “I helped you. You fainted earlier, and I brought you here.”Bastian snickered. “Is this a hospital? Or are you a nurse?” He queried.“Ehm. Uhn. Ahn.” She wanted to talk, but her voi
“What’s this about?” Patricia asked.“I am not sure, but-” Ailee let out, but couldn't complete her statement, because the door swished, causing her and Patricia to stop and look at the door.Patricia stood and walked out of her seat to meet Bastian half way. “What’s going on?” She asked a question.She arrived at his front and raised her gaze a bit to look into his eyes. “What’s the emergency meeting for?” She questioned. “I told you earlier that today's interview with Sofia has been canceled.”“I know,” Bastian said. He grabbed her shoulder and walked her to the chair. He sat her down and explained. “I know your interview has been canceled, but I found a reason one must be held today without delay.”“Why?” She asked with an unclear expression. “Why are we in haste? Did something happen?”“Yes, it did. And, what I find can't be delayed until tomorrow. It may be too late.” He explained.“Can you stop speaking in parables and make things clear? Hun?” She questioned.Bastian beamed. He
“Welcome, ma.” A staff of three star media directed with her head slightly bowed down. She has been standing at the company entrance for over thirty minutes, waiting for Patricia’s arrival since they received a call that she was on her way already. Patricia curtsied her head, maintaining a dazzling smile on her face. “Good day.” She responded. “This way, ma.” A male staff of the company directed. “Okay, lead the way, please.” She said. “Okay.” The staff smiled, welcoming. They turned into the company and led the way while Patricia followed and Ailee walked behind her with three steps between them. They entered the broadcasting studio, and the female staff pointed to a chair. “Have your seat, ma,” she offered. “The host will be here in a jiffy.” “For how long will we have to wait?” Ailee asked. “I hope you understand the president has a tight schedule. She just graces you with her present because she is generous.” The staff member curled her neck. “We understand, ma. But you know
“Good day, everyone,” Sofia greeted, beginning the live interview. She sat in the chair at the left side, while Patricia sat at other chair and they faced each other. “Thanks for your utmost support towards Three Stars media. We deliver the best as alway,” she said, wearing a stunning smile on her face. She slightly lengthened her right hand to point at Patricia. “We are on a live broadcast interview with the latest madam president in the city,” she introduced. “President Matthew Patricia. The president of Ivy organization, or maybe I should say the acting president of Ivy organization,” “It’s rumored that all the directors, including a major shareholder of the organization, are against her. So, she is fully authorized. Her legitimacy isn’t well established yet,” Sofia let out, using her words against Patricia already. “Viewers, let hear madam president introduce herself and while she is doing that, don’t forget to quickly leave your comments and thought on whether or not her legiti
Esther opened the door and banged into the office. “Sir, have you seen the interview?” She threw a question immediately as she stepped in. Chairman Hewitt also just watched the interview on his phone, and his mind was already escaping breath. “Yes, Patricia and Bastian is something else,” he let out. “I never expect them to take it that far,” “I thought they will be afraid to take a rash step and we will be able to solve things amicably.” “What will you do now?” She asked with her worried expression matching the concern in her voice. “The public are demanding your arrest and you can’t escape what the masses want. This is no longer Patricia or Bastian’s voice, it’s the voice of the people.” Chairman Hewitt has been trying to call people for help, but none wanted to have anything to do with him. They turned their backs to him already, and he had no one to run to. “What do you think I should do, Esther?” He raised a question. “Can't you travel out of the city for the meantime?” She
“What the fuck!” Anna yelled. Her eyes widened in disbelief with her mouth ajar. She just finished preparing Cohen’s meal and had already set the table before she walked to the sitting room and saw the news Charlotte was watching. Charlotte turned her neck to glance back at her. “What’s the matter?” She asked with a concerned tone. Anna slowly raised her hand and pointed her finger at the television, shaking in bewilderment. “The news?” She said, her voice stammering in fear. “Chairman Hewitt has been arrested.” Charlotte nodded. “Yes, is there anything wrong with it?” She asked, unclear. “Why are you like this? Don’t you like that?” “But ma…” Anna wanted to talk, but the fear rotting in her mind at the moment held her back. “Anna, don’t worry. I still hate Patricia and I can never support her for any reason,” Charlotte said in a persuading tone. She thought Anna was like that because she was in support of chairman Hewitt's arrest. “I am just happy they found the culprit,” she ex
To my dear readers,Thanks for embarking on the journey of my first novel. Your time, coins, gems, and comments mean a lot, and it's the reason I keep going until the end.While writing this book, some left comments to criticize my works and I appreciate them all. I will make use of them and put more effort into avoiding such mistakes (grammatical, word usage, and construction of the plot) in my next books. I am a new author and still finding my way and I promise to work harder and better to make every coin and time you spend on my works worth it.Cohen and Patricia's story ends here, but we will still meet them in the next books in the series.As planned, I want to continue to create the characters' universe for them because of the impact they make in this complete novel. I hope you will stay with me and keep giving your support.If things go as planned, we will have another five amazing journeys to embark on in this series and the next books to come are for:1. Ailee and Bastian.2.
-THREE MONTHS LATER-“What are you doing, Cohen?” Patricia challenged as Cohen slowly reversed the car. “Aren’t we going to pick the kid at the school anymore?”“We will.” Cohen answered as he drove into the other lane and headed toward their street.“Then why are you reversing? Why are you heading back home?” She questioned.“I forgot something at home.” Cohen informed.“What did you forget? Hun?” she asked, looking at him with a side of her eyes.“My phone.” Cohen responded.“Why must we go back to pick up your phone? It will take less than an hour to get back home. Can’t you just let’s go?” She queried.“I can’t because I am a business owner. I mustn’t stay away from my phone.” Cohen gave an excuse with his eyes fixed on the road ahead.“It’s the weekend, Cohen. No one will call you today. Stop giving excuses and let’s pick the kids. We shouldn’t keep them waiting for a long time.” Patricia said.“I’m not going because of business, but I need to pay fees before we can take the kids
Cohen discharged a deep breath as he walked out of the bathroom. He paused for a second and rounded his hands over his waist, forgetting what he wanted to do next at that moment.A thought passed through his mind and he wiped his right hand over his face with the left still on the waist.Patricia’s phone rang, and he walked to the cabinet on the bedside and picked it up. “Who could be?” He wondered with his eyes furrowed, confused, and before he could turn to the door, the call ended and a message came into her eyes.Since Patricia’s phone was always unlocked, Cohen saw the message’s content and his eyes enlarged as a surprised tone escaped his mouth. “Hun!”He bit his lower lip and after a few second thought, he reached a conclusion and instantly swiped the message to the left to delete it. He returned the phone to the bed cabinet and rushed out of the room.He arrived in the sitting room and saw his mother watching the TV while Elsie was packing their breakfast out of the kitchen an
“Who is here for me?” Anna threw a question at the security officer escorting her out of the room, showing no interest in meeting the person. The security officer opened the door for her and immediately as she sighted Patricia, she veered around.Patricia quickly stood on her feet. “Is that how to treat a guest?” She threw a question. “Shouldn’t you at least stay to hear why I am here? Your daughter, Rachel, don’t you have any message you want to pass to her?”Patricia’s words made Anna’s feet froze, and she halted for a minute before she slowly veered around and walked to the chair and sat down. “I have no message for Rachel. She doesn’t deserve a mother like me. I don’t worth to be called a mother,” she poured out. “Tell me why you are here. I don’t want to talk with you.”Patricia discharged a deep breath and sighed. She stared at Anna with a pity and despite having a lot of things in her mind, she couldn’t open her mouth to talk at the moment.Anna sighed. “Take your eyes away fro
Anna abruptly opened the door and banged in, panting. “Ma! Ma! Ma!” She shouted, running towards Patricia’s desk.Patricia was shocked, and she couldn’t utter a word. Instead, she widened her eyes and watched Anna arrived in front of her desk before she could pull a word out. “What happened?” She asked, the worried in her voice cooperating with the concern in her voice.Anna breathed heavily as she bent her back and placed her hands on her knees.“What happened?!” Patricia raised her voice. She was getting more scared by Anna’s reaction.Anna panted for another second before she raised her hand and stood straight on her feet. “It’s him…” she uttered, but couldn’t complete her statement.She pointed her thumb at her back, crossing it over her shoulder without looking backward. “It’s him…” she continued, struggling to complete her statement but couldn’t.“It’s who?” Patricia asked, with her lips already quivering. “Calm yourself and talk, Anna. What happened? It’s who? Please, talk. You’
Ailee walked into the office and stood in front of Bastian’s head. She bowed her head, holding a file in her hand. “Good morning, sir,” she greeted, but Bastian, whose head was placed on the desk, didn’t respond to her.“Good morning, sir,” she greeted again, but still no response.She furrowed her face. “What’s wrong with him?” She asked herself in a low voice. She observed him for a second and bent a bit to check if he was sleeping, but his eyes were wide open, making her guess he was just lost in thought.She elevated her shoulder a bit with her mouth shaped to the left a little. “What’s wrong with him?” She asked herself put the file on the desk and let out. “The president said I should give this to you.”She eyed her for another few minutes and turned around to leave, but as she took three steps forward, she halted because she was worried and couldn’t leave Bastian in that situation.“Gosh…” she uttered and discharged a soft breath and, without giving her decision a second thought
Patricia heard a knock on the floor, and she stopped pressing her laptop. She glanced at her wristwatch. “8:05 Am? Who could it be?” She wondered.She stared at the door and raised her voice so it could reach the person. “Come in.” She permitted and immediately continued pressing her laptop.“Good morning, ma.”She heard a familiar voice and instantly raised her gaze. “Cohen?!” she exclaimed with her eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn’t say another word. Instead, she fixed her eyes on him and watched him stride closer.Cohen arrived in front of his desk and bowed his head. “Good morning, ma,” he greeted. He raised his head and crossed his hand behind him as he stared downward and slightly bent his neck to apologize. “I’m sorry I arrived late,”“I have to drop my mother at the hospital.” He exclaimed.“What are-” Patricia opened her mouth to talk, but Cohen interrupted her.“I’m sorry. I know that’s not an excuse. I shouldn’t involve family matters in business, but I have to sta
“Be careful…” Patricia cautioned Williams, who was already a few steps ahead of her out of the hospital and had been jumping around since the doctor said he was perfectly healthy now. There was no injection for him anymore.“Mom, please call Dad. This call for celebration. I am happy,” Williams let out. He stopped jumping, but couldn’t help pacing fast because he was so excited. He halted and glanced backward at his mother. “And don’t forget to invite Mr. Cohen as well. He needs to be there. I hope he is fine now and will have the strength to come.”“Sure, I will,” she agreed. She took a few steps closer to her and bent in his front. She passed the medicine nylon in her right hand to the left and placed it on Williams’s shoulder. “Williams, I know this won’t sound well with you or you won’t like it, but now that the truth is out and you know who Cohen is, you should change how you address him.”Williams furrowed his face as he raised his shoulder, stretching his hands beside him. “What
-Many weeks later-“Ma, it’s Mrs. Charlotte. She has been waiting for over two hours.” Anna proclaimed immediately as she entered the office. Patricia was working on a file, and Anna’s announcement made her halted. She raised her gaze and looked at Anna’s face. “Why did you keep her waiting?” She questioned. “You should have told her I was in a meeting.”“I did, but she insisted on staying, and Ailee told me to allow her. I even invited her to come into the office to wait for you, but she declined saying she doesn’t worth it.” Anna explained.Patricia sighed and closed the file on her desk. She stood and walked out of her seat, asking, “where is she now?”“At the third floor. She is waiting with others question,” Anna responded. Patricia had already walked to her side, and before she could add another word, Patricia increased her speed and already walked past her.Anna turned around and paced to Patricia with three steps between them. “You can stay. I will go call her.” She offered.