Home / Romance / Snapshot of a CEO's heart / Chapter 1 - Maisie

Share

Snapshot of a CEO's heart
Snapshot of a CEO's heart
Author: ReadersBlog

Chapter 1 - Maisie

Author: ReadersBlog
last update Last Updated: 2024-05-09 22:11:28

Dear, to whoever see's this.

My life is a shit show. I am 29, years old nearly 30, and I have never had a decent person besides my sister in my corner and to top it all of I have a condition which allows me to remember every shit thing that has ever happened in my life, if I'm going to put it in a nutshell. Starting with 19, nearly 20 years ago when my parents decided it was time to up and leave and not with me or my older sister. So here is my life, here is the one thing you'll probably get a giggle out off because I sure as hell I. I laugh at my own boring life. Did you know...I have never left Houston, Texas...Nope...never. So my friends...kick back, get your pop corn at the ready, maybe a coffee if you aren't human but need to survive somehow and wait for all the dramatics of the last 19 years followed by the present tense of my life.

All my love...

Maisie.

19 Years ago

"Okay, everybody. We have been assigned to our school for the pen pal assignment of the 5th-grade students. Come and pick out your pen pal's name from the hat."

That's Mrs. Jenkins. She's our teacher for this year and most probably next year too. She's okay; I listen to everything she says, but she talks too much. I mean, what do you write in a letter to your pen pal who's the same age as you? The whole 'Oh hey... My name is Maisie, and I was assigned to you. kind of letter or a simple, here's a bit about me kind of letter? I'm 10 years old, and nothing is that interesting, surely.

"Maisie. Come choose your person."

Making my way to the front of the class, I close my eyes like everyone else did, and I pull out the first one I choose in hopes I get a girl so we can talk about anything and hopefully everything. All the girls in my class are difficult to talk to unless you are one of them. Which is not me.

I wander back to my seat and then open the slip-up, only to sigh when I get the chosen person of 'Max'.

My best friend Taylor is leaning over to me, and she's eager to know who I got as a pen pal. I lean in to not get noticed by Mrs. Jenkins because that woman has radar tabs. She won't listen when you ask her to go to the toilet or to let you out to recess, but she can hear you whispering a mile away. Adults. You just can't deal with them unless you've had your morning juice box and a laugh before class.

"Someone called Max," I whisper while opening my notebook. The school is apparently in New York and is a really good school, so I hope he is quite a nice person. If there is such a thing as boys being nice,

I take my pen and paper and begin writing my semi-best letter in hopes it's readable.

Dear max,

I am glad I got you as a pen pal. Hopefully, you'll be a good friend one day, and I can learn a little bit about New York and the things you like to do there or your favourite hobbies and foods. My teacher assigned us to our pen pal, and I have never had a pen pal before, so it will be nice to have someone to write a letter to each month, luckily for you, I am your pen pal, so here is a little bit about me.

I live with my mom, dad, and big sister Emily in Houston, Texas, but I would love to travel out of this state. I'm in 5th grade just like you, but I'm quite mature for my age. I have an older sister who is 4 years older than me, and we tend to stay out of each other's way, but she's alright.

I love animals, and my favourite animal is a dog. My mom won't let us get one, though she says they smell bad and they're bad for company, but I don't care; I just want a dog. My favourite colour is purple, and my favourite meal is za. Anyway, I would love to hear back from you! I hope you find my letter interesting, and I will look forward to hearing your reply!

Your friend is Maisie.

I folded my letter the way Mrs Jenkins had taught us to do it, and I placed it in the envelope with Max's name and address written on the front of it and the return address if he ever plans to write it back on the back. We were told that it would be great to add your return address in case you ever needed to send an important letter, but it had to be sent back to you for some reason.

Again... My teacher talked too much, but I still listened.

Mrs. Jenkins told us that we should receive our replies in the next couple of weeks, as long as the mailman or woman gets them there on time. Hopefully, they do. Taylor got a girl named Cara as her pen pal, and I was considering swapping with her; she's always been good with the boys in our year, smiling, and will play football with them, but I can't even say hello to my crush Noah without spit-balling spit-literally.

Noah Chapman is the boy in my year who has always been what he calls himself 'The Ladies Man' in other terms, he has girlfriends every other day and then leaves them fighting over him. He's sad, but he's cute.

"You want to come over to my house after school?" I ask Taylor, who is still writing her letter with the blue sparkly gel pen her mom brought her the other day.

"I can't. Ebony is over for tea at nine tonight."

I know Ebony  is her cousin, and I know I shouldn't be bothered, but she's just as annoying as Blake, who is Taylor's brother. He flips my pointy tail all the time and pinches me whenever he sees me. He's two grades above us, but I spend a lot of my time at their house when my parents are fighting. Which is a lot.

"Okay. Well, I'll see you tomorrow then," is all I say as the bell goes off and I head outside our classroom to go home and do my homework. My mom and dad will be at work, which leaves me and Emily at home for who knows how long on our own with so much to do.

My mom, 'Charlie', is the kind of woman you'd find in a fashion magazine, but in reality, she works at a law firm as the receptionist, and my father is a lawyer for that firm. Just imagine working with your wife or husband and then coming home together to argue. No...thank...you.

Walking home, I bump into Blake, who is with his friends, riding his bike in the street. He flicks my hair and rides off just as he always does, but this time I can't help but get frustrated, so I shout "IDIOT" at the top of my lungs. He doesn't even look back, but his friends do. Total idiots, a lot of them. As I walked through the front door of my childhood home, I could feel the warm familiarity wash over me. I noticed something was off the moment I walked through the living room. My mom was there, frantically packing a bag and putting everything into boxes. At first, I thought we were going on a vacation. I mean, why else would she be packing if not for a holiday? Me and my sister loved going camping, but that stopped when we reached the ages of 7 and 11. But as I approached her with a big smile on my face, ready to tell her about my new school project, her usual smile wasn't on her lips; she didn't even acknowledge me. She just continued to pack, her face unhappy.

Confused, I asked, 'Mom, what's going on? Are we going on a trip?'

She didn't respond to me; she just walked right by as if I were invisible. I could feel my smile slowly fading as I followed her into the living room, where my dad was also packing.

'Hey dad, what's going on?' I asked, hoping he would give me some answers.

But just like my mom, he didn't seem to hear me. He just kept singing and tapping his foot to the beat. Feeling frustrated and ignored, I walked back to the kitchen and sat down at the table. I watched as my mom, who continued to pack, made quick and efficient movements. I couldn't understand why she was packing everything up. Was something wrong? Were we moving? Can someone tell me what's going on? asking for a 10-year-old.

As these thoughts raced through my mind, tears started to well up in my eyes. I didn't want to leave this home-the only one I had ever known. I didn't want to leave my friends, my school, and everything familiar to me.

But as I sat there, feeling lost and alone, I remembered something my mom had told me once. She said that sometimes change can be scary, but it can also bring new and exciting things into our lives, so I waited for Emily to get home so I could ask her what was going on.

With that thought in mind, I wiped away my tears and mustered up the courage to ask my mom again, 'Mom, what's going on? Are we moving?'

This time, she stopped what she was doing and turned to face me. I could see the sadness in her eyes as she said, 'Maisie, can you please go and pack all of your suitcases and Emily's too and come downstairs? We're all going away. And that was that if my mother ordered me to do something, I did it.

I felt my heart drop at her words. selling the house? I didn't know what to say, so I turned on my heel quickly and did what she asked me to do. Surely they will explain the way to our new home. The tears started to stream down my face as I packed. Four suitcases later, we were all packed and waiting for my sister.

Being a 10-year-old and not liking change, I sat on the sofa and cried. I realised that even though things were changing here, my parents' love for me would never change. And as we packed up our things and I said goodbye to our home, I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in our lives. And who knows, if I was patient enough, maybe it would bring new and exciting things, just like my mom had always said.

But that wasn't the case at all. My mother and father waited until both me and Emily were in the car to tell us that we had been put into the foster system, that they couldn't handle being parents, and that it was a burden having me in their lives. If it were just Emily, they could have probably coped, but me as well. That was a whole new thing for tehm and it was something they didn't want. But if that was the case...why didn't they put me here when I was weeks or even months old? When I could remember anything about them. 

We walked up to the front door, and Mariah rang the doorbell. A woman with kind eyes and a warm smile opened the door.

'Hello, you must be Maisie, and you must,' the woman said, extending her hand towards me and then glancing towards Emily.

Related chapters

  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 2 - Maisie

    "Be emily. It is very nice to meet you both. Please, come on in" they lady says as she opens the door further.I shyly took her hand, and she led us inside. The house was cosy and filled with laughter and the smell of freshly baked cake. I couldn't help but feel a little out of place in this happy atmosphere right now.'Maisie, this is Mrs. Thompson. She and her husband have kindly agreed to take care of you both for a little while,' Mariah explained while still holding my hand.I looked up at Mrs. Thompson, unsure of what to say. She just smiled and said, 'Welcome home, Maisie.' But I didn't want to be here. Instead of saying thank you or hello, I burst into tears and ran outside.Her words brought tears to my eyes because I shouldn't be here. and even though my parents left me here, Mrs. Thompson showed me a sense of warmth and comfort, which I didn't feel was deserving of me.As the day went by, I settled into my new home but kept my things in my suitcase and backpack just in case,

    Last Updated : 2024-05-09
  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 3 - Max

    We had sent our letters back, waited for our replies but the wait was boring and I didn't care if she wrote back or not, yes it had gone by quite fast to say school usually drags and I can't wait to get home. My best friend Caden still lectured me about how mean my letter was. My mom always told me to be nice to girls, well to everyone really but what if this Maisie girl was just playing as a girl and in actual fact, she wasn't? When I wrote the letter, Caden was watching me the whole time, and I couldn't help the smile on my face as I wrote it. His words echoed through my head and a part of me wanted to be nice and respond the way I should have done but I didn't. "Your letter was so mean, bro. You're going to make her cry." Even after school had finished I couldn't help but hear the nagging part of my brain telling me I had done a rubbish thing to her. Was Caden right? Will she cry? I hate seeing my mom cry and I'm only 10.Heading to school the next morning, I knew it wouldn't be lo

    Last Updated : 2024-05-09
  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 4 - Max

    As I walked into the school, I could feel the excitement bubbling inside me. I greeted my friends with a high-five. We all sat down together in the school courtyard, enjoying the warm sun and the cool breeze of an early Wednesday morning. We talked about our plans for the weekend, agreed to hang out on our bikes, and laughed at silly jokes. It was moments like these that made me realise how lucky I was to have such amazing friends, no matter how many mean words Maisie would probably say to me. Who insults someone by telling them to stub their toe? That's so powerful, I even had to curl my toes just to feel better.As we were walking to our classroom, I noticed a new girl sitting alone on a bench. She looked sad and out of place. Without thinking, I excused myself from my friends and went to sit next to her. I introduced myself, and she told me her name was Margot. We talked for a while, and I could tell that she was feeling better. I invited her to join my friends and me, and she happ

    Last Updated : 2024-05-09
  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 5 - Maisie

    It was a typical day at school, and I was sitting in the courtyard with my friends, Taylor and Lily. We were all ten years old almost 11 and excited to be going into the summer holidays together before we started sixth-Grade. As we chatted and laughed, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach. You see, I was waiting for a letter from Max, and I hoped that he was playing a little nicer now that I gave him a taste of how mean he was to me.Maybe now he will understand that some people just don't like being rude too. Everything works out in the end my mum use to say. I don't think I can get use to the past tense thing of 'Used to' and if I do...when will it be? Next week? Month? Year?I try to focus on the things that are happening at the here and now like my friends for example.Taylor and I had been friends since kindergarten, but this year, I started to see her in a different light. She was no longer just my goofy, fun-loving friend. She had become a loving perso

    Last Updated : 2024-05-09
  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 6 - Max

    After receiving Maisie's letter yesterday, I finally opened it today, and I could see that she had been crying. God, even I felt like a total idiot for not asking her about her life. That second letter she wrote back was basically when she was placed in the care system; she calls it being dropped off at a local foster home, but she was basically in care with her sister.I wrote my letter out, probably knowing that I wouldn't hear from her again, but I had to apologise for my lack of knowledge. Even if it meant nothing or did nothing, I had to try. So I did. I wrote a nice letter and even offered her to be a writing friend. That was it though I didn't want her thinking she was apart of my circle...Yet.Dear Maisie,I didn't mean what I said to you, and I didn't mean to make you cry. I saw the tears on your paper, and I felt bad. I guess I'm just trying to apologise. I have a way with words. You have been my pen pal for a long time now, and I am glad I have you as a friend too, hopefull

    Last Updated : 2024-05-09
  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 7 - Max

    Women... or girls as my mom calls them, why are they so bloody hard to understand?Dear Maisie,It's my birthday next month, so please try to be nice to me. I guess I need to ask you if you are doing OK today. You must look like the guy in the zombie movie who's been bitten but is trying to keep it quiet but failing terribly.And it's good that your teacher lied to you; you might want to report it and see if anyone notices your complaint because that's not on.I guess I should tell you now that it's okay to have the charisma of a wet sock; it suits you perfectly.Max - I am not even doing a PS today because you insulted my last one, which was pathetic.I have always been a bit of a troublemaker, but I never thought I would end up in a love-hate friendship with a girl named Maisie. I mean, what kind of name is that anyway? The love-hate friendship is my way of saying that I love to hate her, and I love to read her insults more.If I'm going to be going down memory lane, it all started

    Last Updated : 2024-05-09
  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   chapter 8 - Maisie

    Present day: meaning the 21st century for a change and not in the Angies home, who we also called the 'old ladies home' because even though she was a career for children all of her friends would come over every couple of nights and never bloody leave... that is where I spent 6 months alone...without my sister. She was ancient, I swear.So when someone asks, "Are you married?" I naturally say no and brush off any striking conversation to do with marriage or potential boyfriends. Definitely failing to now imply that I'm lonely because my ex-Boyfriend traded me in for a better life with a blonde that lives in the city centre of where I also live. I have lived here all of my life because I couldn't afford to move out of this town.Houston, Texas.That's my life. I'm a short, brown-haired, brown-eyed woman in her late twenties with no relationship and no kids, and the only thing to my name is my photography gear that I basically hold in my car whenever I go out because, yes, I'm a photogra

    Last Updated : 2024-05-10
  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 9 - Maisie

    Saturday morning, I've been woken up to the piercing shriek of my alarm clock; its mocking red numbers taunting me from the nightstand flashing the 6:30 usual time I wake up. I groaned, burrowing deeper into my cosy sheets, wishing that I could just stay in bed all day. But knowing I had to get up, that I had things to do and people to see, With a sigh, I reluctantly climbed out of bed, throwing on my favourite purple fluffy robe and padding across the cold hardwood floor to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.As I stepped into the office this morning, the air seemed to hum with a newfound energy that is never there. It's usually the boss shouting at his assistant about something that's gone wrong the day before, and he just needs to be a dick about it to scare the poor lad. Even the fluorescent lights flickered, like they were trying to keep up with his good mood. It was then that I noticed Gary, my usually grumpy and dishevelled-looking boss, was... smiling. Not a half-hearted, forced

    Last Updated : 2024-05-14

Latest chapter

  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 33: Maisie

    5 months Later. Okay so over the last 5 months since I've moved to Spain I have found my footing with my work, I have been open and happy about what I want to do and the photos I love to take. I have my own new website that I post on and it's thriving but somewhere along the lines of what I wanted to do because a project for further down the line. I made a few friends, Kai who is happily gay and enjoys move time with the girls at work than the guys and Ruby who loves to go shopping on the days off. The biggest surprise of everything since starting my fellow ship would have to be the little girl growing in my belly. Yes that's correct, I am over 5 months pregnant with Max's baby and I have no idea how or when to tell him. Everything I have done since moving here has been for me and the work is amazing. I have my own apartment after Ruby moved in with Lucas, her boyfriend but Jillian kept my rent the same as I have been paying even though I have savings now. Granted I'm thankful th

  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 32: Max

    I read the letter that was posted this morning. I read it over and over again wondering what it all meant.I wanted to believe that I was doing the right thing and that everything I had ever worked for wouldn't be left to rot. My mom was always badgering us boys to be gentlemen and to treat women right and I must have spent a long while on the phone to my mom who cursed at me so much that I thought for a moment my dad might come down and beat some sense into me.What I did was wrong and what I want to do is fix everything that I have done wrong starting with Maisie.I try her Cell but it doesn't go through so I try her sisters phone."Mr Kenner" Emily says into the phone. It's 4 pm and she should be at her office space but right now I don't even care."Emily. Please tell me you know where Maisie is?""I'm sorry, I don't. I did get a letter from her though but I haven't opened it" she says into the phone. After everything me and Maisie have been through, all the good and bad and everyt

  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 31: Maisie

    Dear Maisie,My name is Jillian Sanchez and I am the lead co-ordinator at Flashes and smiles fellow ship in Barcelona,We have read and re read your application, we have continuously checked out your portfolio gathered in Huston Texas and we are extremely delighted to offer you this fellow shit which will become of your beginnings and your future.Flashes and Smiles have the ability to start you out in the world with only a simple answer to our question. Will you accept this fellow ship immediately?If yes please give me a ring on the number provided and we will get you set up with our team and when you shall be moving. All living arrangements included in the contract which is your own apartment facing Barcelonas beach.Kind regardsJillian Sanchez.I read the email and I re read that email because I feel as though my eyes are deceiving me but I know they actually aren't. When I read the email I'm not thinking about what could have happened between me and Max. I'm not thinking about t

  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 30: Maisie

    My whole body hurt so much, I didn't even know it was possible for my body to hurt this much. I want to say that I will get rescued but each time I reject Professor Shane he gets nasty. I first felt his teeth marks on me not long after we got into his place but the. Again when I refused to take my shirt off so he tore it and tie wrapped my hands together behind my back. I've been punched and slapped in the face, a gash across my lip and what feels like my eyebrow that's been slashed too. I really need to get out of Texas. I've got enough money saved up to move away even if I don't get this job in Spain it would be worth just getting the hell away from everyone here. I hear the door open and I can feel my entire body shake with dread. What will he do next. I can't see anything because of how dark it is but I can hear shoes passing by quickly. "Maisie baby" "Max? Get me out of here. Max get me out" "I am baby, stay still I don't want to catch you with the knife" He clips the t

  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 29: Max

    I read her text message...over and over again. I leave the gala in a hurry to go and make this all better with Maisie, her phone kept ringing when I looked at her message. I felt like the biggest fool going. Why couldn't I have just told her the truth about why I had to take Sarah. Now she's found out and I deserve the cold shoulder but it doesn't mean I'm going to give her the opportunity to avoid me when all I want to do is get on my knees and beg for her to understand and to forgive me. I ring her phone again and it answers after the second ring. "Maisie! Thank god, baby listen-" "It's Ivy." "What are you doing with Maisie's phone?" I ask a little worried that she now doesn't want to see me and I'm going to have to knock all of her walls down again. "I...I just got home and her phone was on the floor. The door wide open and her bedrooms light is on as well" The tension in my chest tightens so hard I fear the absolute worst already! "Where would she have gone? She's

  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 28: Maisie

    Since me and Max slept together the other day he's barely texted back or spoke.Saturday evening rolled round a lot quicker than I would have liked and I don't usually mind weekends because then I can get out and do my thing. Get photos of nature and the surrounding areas which I could use as a side effect for my portfolio.I have been spending a lot of time In the office these days and if I do go out then I go with someone who I trust most to be with alone.I decide to text Max and make sure he's all sorted for this Gala.Maisie: Hey! Not spoke for a bit, you ready for tonight?I sit by the phone and wait. Waiting for him to reply but I know that he's probably busy.I finish writing up some of the reports I was writing for some of my work that I want to do over seas when there's a ding from my phone signalling a text and a motivation from a tabloid.Max: Hey princess, all good here. Very bored on my own. Wish I could be with you though. How's your evening going?I go to reply when th

  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 27 - Max

    It's been 3 weeks since me and Maisie had slept together, yes we have done it a few times before but she has either been working early or finishing late and has been doing a lot of her photography indoors or with someone, which helps me, because if she is working with someone then I know she's safe and granted It isn't exactly something I enjoy either...another male spending time with her but beggars can't be chooses, if I got that correct. She changed her number that day she left my office and has said that she hasn't received anything else but I don't know...she just doesn't seem like her usual self at the moment.'Dumbass...would you if someone was trying to torment you?'Don't you just love that inner voice that always corrects your bullshit and makes you look stupid? No...me either. Work has been flowing nicely this last week, busy but not too busy and sales have been getting better as well."Sir we have a problem" Sasha's voice comes through to my speaker in my office, I hate it

  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 26 - Maisie

    I really am good...The tension is disipating from my body and alls I can feel is him, he watches me carefully, examines my facial feautures, runs his fingers over my skin and it doesn't make my skin crawl the way I expected it to do, I have never felt so alive and so safe at the same time. "Yes. I'm good" - Inch by inch I can feel the him push inside me, I can't help or stop clenching myself from the mild pain. "Just relax baby. I'll go as slow as I can I promise but it will hurt for a little moment and then It will be good okay"After 10 minutes of going slow, we pick up a good rhythm and before I know what's happening my voice is croaked from all the moaning I'm doing, his name falling from my lips a fair amount of times but the rhythm we have is amazing!"Oh shit...Max...shit""That's it sweetheart. Let it all go"I can feel it, I feel the difference in my body, the shuddering feeling that my hips are doing and the motion of him slamming into me with good force, the way his finger

  • Snapshot of a CEO's heart   Chapter 25 - Maisie

    I stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed, even though it has been relatively warm through-out the day, the night breeze was something else as my nipples stiffened with the chill that was winter coming our way and me being a dumbass and leaving the window open to let the steam out. The warm water had washed away all my worries and stress from today and even though it has being lingering in the back of my mind, nibbling at my conscious state to figure out who it could be, I couldn't do anything until I have had some sleep hopefully. Knowing I was going to be with Max tonight had me feeling calm and content. I wrapped a fluffy towel around my body and walked into the bedroom, my hair still damp and clinging to my skin.I rummaged through my suitcase, looking for something comfortable to wear, something that will hie this bloody nip on that I have mainly. I finally settled on a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, no bra but a hoodie over the top and black lace panties becau

Scan code to read on App
DMCA.com Protection Status