Ethnan's POV.
“You are right, Alfred. My company's income has reduced drastically over the past two years, due to low sales. But I don't think having the interiors of the properties furnished before putting them for sale will make any difference.” “It will make a big difference.”Alfred declared, his tone certain. “I have a good link with an interior decorator company in Chicago and the company is known for absolute excellence.” I took a sip of my wine and looked away from Alfred. “Whatever my financial team decides goes.” One thing was, Alfred had been a dependable business colleague since my emergence as a realtor in New York City and I have counted on his words many times without any regret. “Mr Ethnan, I can understand.” Alfred's tone was a plea now. “But, I beg you to consider this collaboration offer I brought before you. It's going be a win-win venture for both of us.” “The collaboration seems promising, but I wouldn't want to make hasty decisions so as not to put my company at financial risk. Remember the loss my company encountered five years ago?” Alfred's brows gathered as though he had just learnt about the event for the first time. For a while he remained silent until he scrunched his nose and said, “The financial loss happened quite fast and unexpectedly just like your marriage and the divorce. It was such a hard time for you then, Ethnan.” “You missed attending my wedding and you have never seen the face of my ex wife, so how does my divorce matter to you?” I could feel tension building around us. “I am just expressing my concerns for your losses, man.” I jerked up from my seat and turned toward the exit door. “I have to leave now, Alfred. I shall communicate to you over the phone.” LATER THAT NIGHT I fought so hard not to get myself drunk to sleep as usual. Since the day I sent Samantha away I have never missed a day and not gotten drunk. Even though my hasty decision on Samantha was justified because of the contract that brought me and her together, I never knew she held a part of my heart until she walked away and my life became a disguised mess. I miss you. I whispered to myself shamelessly. I hated that Samantha had gone into the world without any trace of her. Where are you, Samantha? The question stabbed my heart in a surprising way. I dabbed at the drops of tears in my eyes and fetched my phone from the table. As I composed an email to my financial team over the discussion I had with Alfred earlier, my thoughts were consumed by Samantha. When I was done composing the email I hit send option In a nonchalant way. I was mindlessly scratching my head for a while before I let myself be consumed by sleep and got swept away. One Week Later. It was a few minutes past 10: A.M when I arrived at my office. And as expected, I met the presence of Alfred and my financial team, waiting for me. We exchanged greetings before I settled down to kick-off the meeting. “Alfred,” I uttered in a calm tone..“ The financial team and myself have carefully deliberated over the collaborative offer you presented before my company and we would like to give it a shot.” “Fantastic news!” Alfred stood up and bowed his head in respect before me. “Trust me this is going to be a great turning point for all of us.” He spun around in the direction of my team. “I'm catching the next flight to Chicago, you know?” “For what?” I inquired. “I need to have a sound discussion with the company's manager. I learned that she is a lady and newly appointed.” “Oh, I see. That's a good decision, Alfred.” About a few minutes later, I announced to Alfred and my team that I needed to leave right away to attend another meeting. We passed final comments on the already concluded discussion, exchanged handshakes, and I left. Two days after Alfred left for Chicago, I was sinking in melancholy over Samantha's thoughts when I received a message from Alfred, requesting me to call him as soon as possible. Without a second thought I brought out my phone and dialed his number. “What's up, Alfred.” I asked desperately. “The discussion went so smoothly and I couldn't be happier that I chose this company for this project….” “You asked me to call you?” My voice interrupted. “Ethnan…Ethnan, It's about the company's manager, a lady of affable manners..” “What's it about her?” My patience was waning. “The lady is seeking a confidential request from us, Ethnan.” “Confidential request?”Samantha.“It's unprofessional, I know.” My pulse quickened and I swallowed a thick lump. “But, I do hope my request is granted on confidentiality.” I kept my tone low as I tried not to let myself be charmed by the gentle manner in which my new client, Alfred, spoke. But the softness of his tone was disarming.“It's beyond my power, my dear.” His voice was thick with concern. “But, do you mind stating the reasons why you want to travel along with your son?” Alfred's gaze on me was unbelievably soft and consuming, as though he was taking some pity on me already. “Based on the data available now,” He continued. “I know that your stay in New York City will not exceed one week. So why do you need to bring your son along with you?”A feeling of vulnerability rushed through me. Disclosing my private life to people, especially when it involved my son, was something I disliked. But, at this point I had no option. “He is five years old and I can't leave him behind and embark on a trip like
Ethnan's POV.“Five properties for a start, Alfred.” My cellphone was sandwiched between my ear and my shoulder, while my fingers worked on my computer. “If she executes her skills well enough on the five properties I will order the advertising team to put them up on advert, and then we track the sales progress.” “Alright, Ethnan.” Alfred's voice beamed into the receiver. I could hear a child's voice in the background that instantly filled me with the urge to ask Alfred a curious question. “The boy must be a lively one, yeah?” “Absolutely,” Alfred cheered. “He is such a sweet child.”“Good then. Make sure the tour is quick so that he and his mother can go back to the hotel on time.”“Sure.” Was Alfred's last response before he hung up.Two Weeks Later.“No way!” I screamed, my voice echoed through the roofs. “Sold out? Is this a joke or what?” I watched in disbelief as my company's accountant scrolled the screen of the computer, showing me the transaction history of the recent sales
Samantha.The evening air was cool against my skin, and I could feel everything in my insides coming alive as I broke the news of my latest achievement to my son..“I am proud of you, Mum.” Atlas's hands rested against my shoulders, as I squatted, facing him. “You are a superwoman.” Seeing how happy my son was, an overwhelming feeling of fulfillment swelled inside me. “I promised to work hard so I could give you the best of everything, remember?” I gently tucked at his soft cheek.He attempted to speak, but tears filled his eyes. “What's the problem, Atlas?” My voice was tense. “Why are you crying?”“You didn't keep to a promise you made to me.” He was sobbing now. “I wish you had kept that one promise, mom.”“What promise?” I blurted, rising to my feet.For a while all he could do was sob, and mymy heart wept because Atlas's tears caused me to be miserable in some sort of way. Finally he told me that It was about his father. I had failed on my promise to him that his father was com
Samantha. “Yes you can confide in me, Samantha.” Empathy gleamed in Alfred's eyes. He pushed a lump down his throat and wiped a hand across his face. “C'mon talk to me, Samantha. What's wrong with your son?”I bit hard into my lower lip and I tasted blood. “This feels hard. Harder than I had thought.” I sank into the chair and gathered Altas in between my hugging arms. “Atlas, you may need to go inside the bedroom now, okay? Me and your friend need to talk privately.” Without a word Atlas nodded his head and left. “Alfred, my life is an absolute mess!” Tears pooled in my eyes instantly.“Do not cry, please.” Alfred's voice was shaky. “It breaks my heart to see you cry.” He walked closer to me and stood right beside me, his masculine scent sweet. “Atlas's father is absent.” I finally lifted the weight of the words off my chest. “And his absence is starting to affect Atlas in some negative ways.”“Absent?” Surprise reeked from his tone. “How? Why?”I knew I was going to cry a mess, so
Ethnan's POV “How was your trip, Man?” I ushered Alfred inside my living room. He rolled his eyes and a sheepish smile spread across his face. Without saying a word he sank into the sofa and wiped a hand across his face.“You seem drunk.” I uttered after studying his mood for a while. I picked an enveloped file from the center table and nudged it toward him. “You have been laughing like a fool, man.”“I am not drunk.” Alfred's voice came out clean. “I will tell you what's up with this mood of mine. But, first let's see what's in here.”I stood up to get a bottle of wine from the refrigerator when Alfred started to unseal the envelope.“Ethnan!” He screamed so loudly that I nearly lost the grip of the wine in my hand. I craned my head to his direction and his eyes were almost popping out against the document in his hand.“Calm down.” A big smile spread across my face as I held his gaze. “I was shocked too when the sales department gave it to me yesterday.” “Over a hundred awaiting re
Samantha.“He needs to go now, okay?” I made an attempt to loosen Atlas's grip from Alfred's wrist, but Atlas shrugged in resistance. “I want to go with my daddy.” Atlas cried, his voice echoing through the hotel room. The way he and Alfred have bonded within these few days, came as a total shock to me. They seemed as though they had always known themselves all their lives.“Sweetheart,” Alfred uttered calmly, placing a hand on Atlas's shoulder. “I need to go now, so that you and Mummy can retire to bed early. Remember you two had a long hour flight down to New York.”Silence settled in for a while. Atlas gently loosened his grip and turned toward me. “Come here,” I opened my arms and pulled him in. “Don't be sad, okay. You and daddy will have all the time together tomorrow while I get busy at work.” Locking his gaze on mine, Alfred moved closer to me. “I forgot to tell you something, Samantha.” He said in whispers. “My boss will be meeting you after work to give you all the flowers
Ethnan's POV If there's anything sure about me it was my lack of interest in attending special events or date nights. Never have I set out to sort for a nice spot for any event or celebration in my life. Had my father never considered taking charge of my wedding venue, hell would probably have turned cold before I could get my way through it. But, the level of enthusiasm I have been putting in just to sort out a nice spot for this dinner date was crazy. I felt insanely happy after finding a sweet spot that was all shades of luxury. I pulled out my phone to text the name of the place to Alfred, but I quickly decided against it and dialed his number instead. “You wanna speak to my Dad?” A soft voice asked through the receiver. “I'm guessing you are Atlas, yeah?” “Yes, I am.” He affirmed, and from the background I could hear chuckles and throaty laughter. Alfred was having a good time with his woman obviously. “Can you—” I couldn't complete my intended question as my voice was
Samantha.I finally found my voice after it took me forever to overcome my surprise. “Tell me this is a wild joke, mother.” I rolled my eyes.My mother chuckled before she let out a throaty laughter. “I mean it, Samantha. The billionaire heir, Ethnan, will be paying us an official visit tonight.”“Ethnan? The famous billionaire heir?”She nodded, smiling.I cupped my palms over my mouth as past memories flashed before my eyes. I could vividly see how I used to squirm like a distressed worm each time I saw Ethnan's face on the television, briefing about his multi-billion dollar real estate company. Sometimes I had to fight the urge not to lick the television's screen as his charming face filled the screen. Ethnan, the most admirable bachelor in New York City, will be paying us an official visit? Unbelievable! What girl wouldn't be attracted to a man like Ethnan? He's smart, incredibly charming, successful, and famous. Excitement swept me off my feet as I pulled my mother in for a fier
Ethnan's POV If there's anything sure about me it was my lack of interest in attending special events or date nights. Never have I set out to sort for a nice spot for any event or celebration in my life. Had my father never considered taking charge of my wedding venue, hell would probably have turned cold before I could get my way through it. But, the level of enthusiasm I have been putting in just to sort out a nice spot for this dinner date was crazy. I felt insanely happy after finding a sweet spot that was all shades of luxury. I pulled out my phone to text the name of the place to Alfred, but I quickly decided against it and dialed his number instead. “You wanna speak to my Dad?” A soft voice asked through the receiver. “I'm guessing you are Atlas, yeah?” “Yes, I am.” He affirmed, and from the background I could hear chuckles and throaty laughter. Alfred was having a good time with his woman obviously. “Can you—” I couldn't complete my intended question as my voice was
Samantha.“He needs to go now, okay?” I made an attempt to loosen Atlas's grip from Alfred's wrist, but Atlas shrugged in resistance. “I want to go with my daddy.” Atlas cried, his voice echoing through the hotel room. The way he and Alfred have bonded within these few days, came as a total shock to me. They seemed as though they had always known themselves all their lives.“Sweetheart,” Alfred uttered calmly, placing a hand on Atlas's shoulder. “I need to go now, so that you and Mummy can retire to bed early. Remember you two had a long hour flight down to New York.”Silence settled in for a while. Atlas gently loosened his grip and turned toward me. “Come here,” I opened my arms and pulled him in. “Don't be sad, okay. You and daddy will have all the time together tomorrow while I get busy at work.” Locking his gaze on mine, Alfred moved closer to me. “I forgot to tell you something, Samantha.” He said in whispers. “My boss will be meeting you after work to give you all the flowers
Ethnan's POV “How was your trip, Man?” I ushered Alfred inside my living room. He rolled his eyes and a sheepish smile spread across his face. Without saying a word he sank into the sofa and wiped a hand across his face.“You seem drunk.” I uttered after studying his mood for a while. I picked an enveloped file from the center table and nudged it toward him. “You have been laughing like a fool, man.”“I am not drunk.” Alfred's voice came out clean. “I will tell you what's up with this mood of mine. But, first let's see what's in here.”I stood up to get a bottle of wine from the refrigerator when Alfred started to unseal the envelope.“Ethnan!” He screamed so loudly that I nearly lost the grip of the wine in my hand. I craned my head to his direction and his eyes were almost popping out against the document in his hand.“Calm down.” A big smile spread across my face as I held his gaze. “I was shocked too when the sales department gave it to me yesterday.” “Over a hundred awaiting re
Samantha. “Yes you can confide in me, Samantha.” Empathy gleamed in Alfred's eyes. He pushed a lump down his throat and wiped a hand across his face. “C'mon talk to me, Samantha. What's wrong with your son?”I bit hard into my lower lip and I tasted blood. “This feels hard. Harder than I had thought.” I sank into the chair and gathered Altas in between my hugging arms. “Atlas, you may need to go inside the bedroom now, okay? Me and your friend need to talk privately.” Without a word Atlas nodded his head and left. “Alfred, my life is an absolute mess!” Tears pooled in my eyes instantly.“Do not cry, please.” Alfred's voice was shaky. “It breaks my heart to see you cry.” He walked closer to me and stood right beside me, his masculine scent sweet. “Atlas's father is absent.” I finally lifted the weight of the words off my chest. “And his absence is starting to affect Atlas in some negative ways.”“Absent?” Surprise reeked from his tone. “How? Why?”I knew I was going to cry a mess, so
Samantha.The evening air was cool against my skin, and I could feel everything in my insides coming alive as I broke the news of my latest achievement to my son..“I am proud of you, Mum.” Atlas's hands rested against my shoulders, as I squatted, facing him. “You are a superwoman.” Seeing how happy my son was, an overwhelming feeling of fulfillment swelled inside me. “I promised to work hard so I could give you the best of everything, remember?” I gently tucked at his soft cheek.He attempted to speak, but tears filled his eyes. “What's the problem, Atlas?” My voice was tense. “Why are you crying?”“You didn't keep to a promise you made to me.” He was sobbing now. “I wish you had kept that one promise, mom.”“What promise?” I blurted, rising to my feet.For a while all he could do was sob, and mymy heart wept because Atlas's tears caused me to be miserable in some sort of way. Finally he told me that It was about his father. I had failed on my promise to him that his father was com
Ethnan's POV.“Five properties for a start, Alfred.” My cellphone was sandwiched between my ear and my shoulder, while my fingers worked on my computer. “If she executes her skills well enough on the five properties I will order the advertising team to put them up on advert, and then we track the sales progress.” “Alright, Ethnan.” Alfred's voice beamed into the receiver. I could hear a child's voice in the background that instantly filled me with the urge to ask Alfred a curious question. “The boy must be a lively one, yeah?” “Absolutely,” Alfred cheered. “He is such a sweet child.”“Good then. Make sure the tour is quick so that he and his mother can go back to the hotel on time.”“Sure.” Was Alfred's last response before he hung up.Two Weeks Later.“No way!” I screamed, my voice echoed through the roofs. “Sold out? Is this a joke or what?” I watched in disbelief as my company's accountant scrolled the screen of the computer, showing me the transaction history of the recent sales
Samantha.“It's unprofessional, I know.” My pulse quickened and I swallowed a thick lump. “But, I do hope my request is granted on confidentiality.” I kept my tone low as I tried not to let myself be charmed by the gentle manner in which my new client, Alfred, spoke. But the softness of his tone was disarming.“It's beyond my power, my dear.” His voice was thick with concern. “But, do you mind stating the reasons why you want to travel along with your son?” Alfred's gaze on me was unbelievably soft and consuming, as though he was taking some pity on me already. “Based on the data available now,” He continued. “I know that your stay in New York City will not exceed one week. So why do you need to bring your son along with you?”A feeling of vulnerability rushed through me. Disclosing my private life to people, especially when it involved my son, was something I disliked. But, at this point I had no option. “He is five years old and I can't leave him behind and embark on a trip like
Ethnan's POV.“You are right, Alfred. My company's income has reduced drastically over the past two years, due to low sales. But I don't think having the interiors of the properties furnished before putting them for sale will make any difference.”“It will make a big difference.”Alfred declared, his tone certain. “I have a good link with an interior decorator company in Chicago and the company is known for absolute excellence.”I took a sip of my wine and looked away from Alfred. “Whatever my financial team decides goes.” One thing was, Alfred had been a dependable business colleague since my emergence as a realtor in New York City and I have counted on his words many times without any regret.“Mr Ethnan, I can understand.” Alfred's tone was a plea now. “But, I beg you to consider this collaboration offer I brought before you. It's going be a win-win venture for both of us.”“The collaboration seems promising, but I wouldn't want to make hasty decisions so as not to put my company at
Samantha. Five Years Later in Chicago. “Get up already, Atlas.” I ran my hand through my son's hair as he snuggled close to me on the bed, sleeping. Stretching his body, he blinked his eyes open. “Mummy,” His sleepy voice sounded like a whisper, filling me with the memories of Ethnan—how he sounded on that fateful day, speaking in an unsteady tone, holding onto a bottle of whiskey before he sank into my arms. “Can I go with you to work today?” Atlas's question bore some emotions. I held my breath for a while as I caught his questioning gaze. “No, you can't, Atlas. I am meeting my boss for an important meeting this morning.” I could hear Atlas murmuring when I rushed inside the bathroom for a quick shower, but I ignored him and turned on the shower. “Crying? No, boy.” I blurted when I stepped out and saw Atlas facing down on the bed, sobbing. “I want my daddy.” His eyes were glassy with tears. “Where is he?” “Don't cry, boy,” I said in a weighty tone, cupping my hand on his