All is fair in love and fashion.
I don't understand. Why would Atlas do something like this? But his signature is unmistakable. Atlas must have signed off on these changes, but why? None of this makes any sense.Thinking back, Atlas hardly spent any time on the production floor and he mostly stayed far away from my work, preferring to give me enough space to show what I could do. To do this, he would have needed to come into production, see the design, alter it, and then order the alterations distributed to all the sewers.Sometimes last-minute changes are made to items due to lack of availability or cost, but I had been assured that all of my materials were here and that I could spend what I needed to. Neither of those issues should have come into play. This was done for another reason. But why would Atlas be this cruel? And when did he have a chance to do this? I walk up the one flight of stairs to the executive floor. Except for a few early birds who have come to make coffee and prep for their bosses to arrive,
[Cordelia] My anger transforms into a rush of horror. Just yesterday he was promising me forever only to bring my sister into his bed the very same night? All because I didn't want to buy a wedding dress and promise myself to him? I'm done being sad about this. "How could you?” I glare and watch as Atlas slowly turns his face to see where I am looking. He takes a moment to look back my way, but when his eyes connect with mine, they are wide with surprise and fear. "Cordelia," he takes a step forward. "I know what this looks like but it isn't what you think." "It doesn't matter," I close my eyes, no longer wanting to gaze at my sister's perfect breasts or smug, self-satisfied expression. "I guess I shouldn't have expected you to act any differently. All that talk about celibacy and now..." I wave vaguely in Angelica's direction my face turned in the opposite direction. "What are you going on about?” Angelica leans into Atlas' back, hiding her form as her naked front aligns wi
[Atlas]I could not bear to stay in the room any longer."What are you doing," Angelica demands. "Why are you chasing after her? What aren't you telling me Atlas?"Angelica is holding her head as she paces back and forth. She is close to having another attack, I can tell by the way that her arms are shaking and her breath becomes more ragged. Each attack is different than the one before in intensity or length, but they all start the same way. "I'm sorry this is confusing you, Angelica, but I don't have time right now to deal with this," I grab a dress shirt and pants and head to my bathroom. "Please be gone before I get back. You should be in your room.""But Atlas," she stops, standing still, her beautiful body on full display as her robe opens again. I am man enough to notice her beauty, but not fool enough to touch. I don't want her, I want Cordelia, and if I lay even one finger on her sister both my wife and my heir will be lost. I know it. "Do not wait up for me tonight, Angelic
[Angelica][Flashback–The day before}The wedding trip was a disaster. I know Atlas showed up and left, the shopkeeper confirmed it when she informed me that only half of my purchases had been approved by "Mr. Steele himself."But we didn't see him. He never made his presence known. He went out of his way to avoid us. To avoid me. How am I going to win him over, to bring him back to me, if he cannot even spend a pleasant afternoon with me, one that he helped me plan? Disappointed, I returned home, hoping to rest and brainstorm ways to give myself more opportunities with Atlas. I know he is still attracted to me--I can see it in the way he looks at me and feel it in the way he pulls away from our kisses as if he is afraid to give in and submit. I just need to find the right opportunity to force his hand. And I need to get my sister out of the way. She isn't part of the plan. She has wanted Atlas since the moment she met him, but he never saw her as anything more than my little sis
[Atlas]Inside the envelope are interviews of various employees (some of whom are now fired), printouts from the security cameras, as well as security logs for entry and exit. Angelica was in the office while I was gone. Not only that, she visited the production floor. One of the pictures shows her handing an employee a large envelope. The employee seems very happy. In the interview notes, Josephina, one of the sewists, mentions that the "lovely Mrs. Steele," gave her and the other sewists "a generous bonus" for "a job well done." She doesn't mention the changes, but another employee, one who received the bonus from Josephina stated that when she received the changes from Manny, it came with around the same time as the $1000 in cash, so she didn't question it. She was too excited for the bonus.All of this information is circumstantial. There are no pictures of Angelica DOING Any of the damage that was done. Also, there is no proof she was doing anything underhanded in my office. I
[Cordelia]It took me 15 minutes to clear everything of mine out of my office at Steele Industries. My heart is heavy. I don't understand how Atlas could do this, how he could do any of this. And Angelica...we used to be so close once. If she knows I once cared for Atlas and suspects I still do, why is she being so cruel?Night has fallen before I make it out of bed again. Tilly has gone for the evening. She left a note on the refrigerator about going back to Malibu for last-minute changes to her line, but that she left me something in the fridge. "Don't wait up! I'll see you in the morning!" This line must be very important, Tilly has been going to Malibu almost every day to tend to it. That's what I should have done with my line. I should have camped out at work. Then none of this would have happened. I'd have seen the changes in time to keep it from being a disaster. Sigh. I really need a friend right now. I wonder what Clark is up to. I send him a quick text as I emerge from my
Taking Atlas' hand, I let him guide me out of my apartment. He has a car waiting, a rare luxury as Atlas usually prefers to drive himself. It is one of the company cars, so he must have had someone from security bring him over. Looking at how his hands are shaking, it was probably the best idea to have someone else do the driving. I don't bring up his hands, or the way he looks so tired and drawn, like he has just finished a marathon in loafers and a tie. I know how much he prides himself on looking like he is in control. We may have had our ups and downs together, but I would never try to hurt him when he so clearly seems to be struggling. "I kicked Angelica out of my house today," he announces, breaking the silence. "She's with your parents. We can work on her memory issues from there.""Oh." I'm not quite sure what to say about that."And I called off the wedding," he continues. "Not officially, yet, but she is aware that I have no intention of marrying her."I notice that he does
[Cordelia]Atlas' eyes are a clear, ice blue when he is frightened. And in this moment, he looks terrified. We sit here, looking at one another, searching each other's eyes for the answers to the questions: Can we make it work?Is this worth saving?Is there enough room in my heart to forgive him? Can I believe in us enough to try and make this work?Neither of us says anything. We just watch each other, both of us afraid to make the first move. "Atlas, I...""We've arrived, Mr. Steele," the driver announces, pulling into a parking spot at Steele Industries. "Come," he opens the door, his eyes lit with childlike inner joy. "I need to show you this."Atlas pulls me along through the empty office building, through security, and into the elevator. When we get off on the production floor I see it is around 9 pm, about 3 hours past when most of our sewing staff would have been sent home for the day.When we enter the floor, several seamstresses are working fervently on their industria