A gasp escaped from her lips when she read out the note. She checked the letter for a sort of identification but the thick white paper was blank save the write up.She wondered who could have sent the red roses, it was unlikely to be Gary. A blue envelope caught her attention again and she gently pulled it out from the bouquet.“Hmm?” She was stunned at the calligraphic design she saw when she opened the envelope. Just like the note, something was written in it.But this was an invitation: Cordially invited to a dinner party of Mr Francis Noah and Mrs Hillary Noah.A smirk appeared and formed in her face as she stared at the invite. Things were about to get interesting.Who would have decided or had such effrontery to send it. It was obvious they wanted her at the dinner. She was still sitting on the couch when she heard the door click and open.It was Gary!“Hey!” She greeted, “Please come over here,” she waved the invite at him.“What's that?” Gary raised his brow in inquiry as he m
All eyes turned to them as they strolled into the large room that had been expensively furnished and decorated. It radiated luxury, with velvet sofas, gilded accents, and a sparkling crystal chandelier. Camelia moved her eyes to the polished dining table held fine china, silverware, and lush floral arrangements. The candlelight flickered against silk wallpaper, while servers glided by with trays of hors d'oeuvres.She was captivated at the work Hillary had done, quietly commending her. The stares continued as they moved towards the display of the family album which was obviously orchestrated by her.Was it her dress or did they recognise her? Camelia wondered as she noticed the glances from unrecognised faces. She had opted for a turquoise plain crepe dress that was adorned with silver diamonds with simple silver earrings and heels to match. It didn’t look like much but only she knew the true worth but it seemed everybody knew now.“Is that May's limited dress?” She heard one of the
Francis walked out of the room with a frown pasted over his handsome face. It was just the dinner that still pissed him off but the argument that he just had with Hillary.How could she accuse him of inviting Camelia and her alleged lover to the dinner? He was curious to see her and know how she was fairing, but nothing more than that.But the effrontery with which she had stormed into the room where he was having a quick meeting with the board members was nothing to write home about.And the May dress? What the hell was that? He remembered trying to pull strings for her to get a dress and it proved abortive, how does Camelia relate to it?His strides were large and he had to take a moment to restore his breath and force a smile to calm himself.He checked himself through his phone and was glad at what he saw. He couldn’t be looking disheveled for the dinner and in front of her.“Where is our favourite doctor? He heard just as he was about to enter the room and decided to use it as hi
Dinner ended as quickly as it started and Francis needed no one to tell him that he was distracted. He didn't know why Camelia had come and even if he did, who was the person beside her?Was he her husband or lover? All he knew was that something seemed to be going on between them. The man was seated beside her, sipping wine like he belonged. His hand occasionally grazed Camelia’s and she didn’t pull away.“Urgh, what am I doing?” Francis called himself to order when he noticed his sight drifting to her as she spoke with a friend of hers.“Mr Francis, are you alright?” The man speaking to Francis spoke out, bringing him back to their conversation.“Yeah, I am,” Francis smiled curtly, “Just a little exhausted, it's been a long day. Let's continue this another time, shall we?” The man nodded as they shook hands and the man left.“Can I speak with you?” Hillary appeared in his front and they moved away from the crowd.-“Are you ready?” Gary asked Camelia who had just finished a conve
Camelia walked into the building with different emotions, the nostalgic feeling very evident. How she arrived at finally selecting this hospital despite how sure she was that she wouldn't still left her amazed.But it was all because of Gary, he had done a good job convincing her that she was almost positive that he had a hand in it.The building was very much the same to her and didn’t look like it had changed one bit. As she approached the hospital earlier, she had silently prayed under her breath that she would meet a different security guard and just as she prayed, she met a different one.She had heaved a sigh of relief, not knowing how she would have reacted if it was a different case.Helen walked straight to the counter and met with a familiar face. “Grace?” She called out the middle aged woman whose face was bent towards the computer, fully concentrated.Grace slowly lifted her face as she heard her name. Her eyes widened and a look of surprise flashed through her face. “Cam
Camelia saw Francis nod from the corner of her eyes. Her eyes were fixated on the Director but her attention was on Francis, the twitching of his brows were confirmation to her suspicions.‘Hillary was not fine with it.’ But she was less concerned.“That would be all.” The director announced, “I called you both to ensure you are both on the same page.” “So…” He stressed the word, expecting their affirmation.Francis turned to her and back to the man, “Yes, sir. I assure you that there would be no problem.”‘That would be just from you,’ Camelia wanted to say but she dared not. “Yes, sir.” She nodded her head in confirmation.“Good, you may both leave.” The director dismissed and moved his attention to the workload on his table, taking the telephone in his hand to make a call.“Ehm, sir. I would like to have a moment with you,” Camelia stopped him from making a call.“Oh,” He sounded, “You can leave then, Francis.”Francis looked at her with mixed emotions. He wondered what she wanted
Camelia watched as Francis ran his hands through his hair and paced around. To be honest, she had expected that question from him but didn't expect it to be immediately.Turns out their feelings for hate were mutual. She looked at him with contempt, unbaffled by the angry look he was throwing at her. “Why do you think I am here?” She folded her arm under her chest and replied to him.“To screw me over? To get back at me? I don't give a damn!” He answered, throwing daggers at her with his face. Camelia stared at him quietly, trying her best not to laugh but she failed at that.Francis clenched his teeth angrily as she burst out laughing, laughing so hard that tears brimmed at the corner of her eyes.He threw his eyes away- some things never changed.“You make me laugh, Francis. Don't think so highly of yourself.” She found herself and stood still, wiping away her wet face with a handkerchief.“Oh!”“I have no interest in dealing with your or your little mistress.” She said and his co
Camelia stared at Taylor in confusion. One look at her face and Taylor could tell she couldn’t understand what she was saying.“You don't understand me, right?” She asked.Camelia nodded, putting her hands akimbo as she waited for clarification. What did Taylor mean by Hillary’s accident?Taylor took a deep breath in and a deep look at Camelia. “I heard Hillary had a concussion in the hospital.” She disclosed and heard a gasp from Camelia.Camelia's hands flew to her mouth and she paced down around the office in shock. “But… but how is that possible?” She questioned. “Did she fall? Where is she now?”“I don’t know where she is but she should be in the operating room.” She stayed silent for a while before she continued. “I don’t think that is what you should be worried about.” Taylor stated calmly.This put Camelia on hold. She was back to herself quickly despite how bad she felt for Hillary. Yes, she wanted her revenge back, but she could help the ‘Doctor spirit’ in her.“Cammy,” Tayl
“Be like who?” Hillary’s blood went hot. “Camelia? You must be kidding, right?” She scoffed, rising from her to the window side.Francis looked speechless, he knew he had crossed a wildfire."I cannot believe you just said that," Hillary spat, her voice low but sharp enough to cut glass. Her eyes glinted, not with tears, but with fury, a wildfire barely contained.Francis opened his mouth to explain, “I… I didn’t…” He stuttered but she raised her hand, silencing him. "Don’t. Don’t you dare try to explain." She turned to face him, leaning her back on the wall. "Comparing me to Camelia? Of all people, Francis. After everything. How dare you?"His face flushed, a mixture of regret and stubborn pride, but he remained silent."You know what? If you miss her so much," Hillary hissed, her voice trembling now, "maybe you should call her. Or better yet, go back to that life you clearly haven’t let go of."“Go on, she is just a door away. You can do that.” She directed towards the door.“I did
“This is Camelia's daughter,” Francis whispered to himself. The resemblance was so glaring that he figured it out immediately. “How is she so big?” He murmured, his eyes now running down the girl from head to toe. She almost seemed to be the same age as his son, Joe. His mind started to spiral at the moment; Was Camelia pregnant at the point of the divorce or did she cheat on him by getting pregnant for another?He moved closer to Angel and raised his hand to remove the hair on her face. Just as his hand touched her, the door opened and Camelia appeared at the door.“What are you doing to my daughter? Get your filthy hand off her!” She stormed towards them and pushed him aside.“I… I mistakenly entered this room.” Francis cleared his throat and tried to explain.“I see, you may leave now.” Camelia had now appeared beside her daughter, she paid no attention to him and focused on moving Angel to a more comfortable position.“Why are you still here?” She turned back to see him still st
“Mummy!” Angel's voice rang out, pure and high as she ran towards Camelia with her short and steady legs. “Angel? Why are you here?” Camelia asked quietly and her heart skipped. As she ran towards her, Camelia noticed she was out of the dress she had worn and rather had a sweater on. ‘What could have happened?’ She was extremely worried. Camelia knelt instinctively, her arms wide. Angel launched herself forward, and the two met with a force that nearly knocked Camelia back."Oh, baby," Camelia breathed into her daughter’s hair, her voice trembling. She clung to her, tears threatening to fall despite the smile on her lips. All her worry melted in that moment as they embraced each other. She never knew she needed a hug until that moment and she tried to take all her daughter's fragrance in.Camelia and Angel continued embracing themselves while Gary approached at a steady pace, his presence calm but a little overbearing but Camelia didn’t notice it.“Thank you,” she mouthed as she l
“That was my exact reaction when I saw it.” Camelia replied, sipping water from the cup.“And you are sure that it was addressed to Richard.”“I'm positive.”Gary remained quiet for some minutes, pondering over it. “You know what, let me conduct some research, I will get back to you.”She nodded, “Noted. I also have to conduct my rounds.”“Hmm… we'd meet at home.”“Alright.” Camelia was about to cut the call when his voice came through again.“Camelia…” He began, “I’m sorry about last night.”“I know, you meant well.” She had nothing to hold against him, it was his first time and he meant no harm. To be honest, she could now see from his angle. She hadn’t even begun her investigation properly and she was already involved in a mess.This case had to be approached with caution.“One more thing.” He continued and she grunted. Couldn't he say it all at once.’“Can Angel come over to the hospital today?” He asked with an extremely gentle and cautious tone.“Why? Is there something wrong?”
From her tight corner in the cabinet, Camelia remained absolutely still, her heartbeat thundering against her chest. She watched Philips as he leaned back in his chair with fingers stroking his chin gently together as his sharp eyes scanned the room again. She prayed silently that he won'tbe let to look around his office to the cabinet.Damn, Camelia! You may not be lucky this time.But, he sighed and checked his watch instead.“Damn, it's time for board meeting,” he muttered under his breath and grabbed a slim black folder from the edge of his desk, tucking it under his arm. He gave the room one last suspicious glance before heading out the door.As the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall and the door clicked shut behind him, Camelia remained frozen in place for another thirty seconds. Then she carefully stepped out from the cabinet, massing her arms as they ached from the cramped position.She walked back quietly to the desk, her hand still holding on to the document with
Camelia pushed the door open and quietly walked into the office. The soft click of the latch sounded much louder in the stillness of the office. She shut the door behind her and paused. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and subtle notes of leather-bound books filled the air.As expected from Philips, the office was meticulously arranged, she noticed.“Let's see what you have to hide, Philips.” She said, still looking around.The metal cabinet near the far wall stood tall and cold, each drawer perfectly labeled. The books were lined in the shelves, neatly dusted and sorted alphabetically. The desk was pristine just like an executive’s desk.Camelia continued to stand in the room, her eyes scanning everything. She was searching and analyzing, but feeling momentarily at a loss. Where should she begin? What was she even looking for exactly? A confession? A clue? A name?Her fingers itched with urgency, and the silence seemed to grow heavier around her. She couldn’t stay long here.The d
“I really needed this!” She exclaimed after finishing her cup of coffee on a go.Camelia stood at the rooftop of the hospital, her arms folded tightly across her chest with her fingers clenched to physically hold herself together. She had indeed vowed to never step foot on the rooftop again but given the situation, she needed it. There was nowhere she could go to for now to avoid the piercing gazes of people.The breeze tugged at the edges of her coat, but she barely noticed. It was chilly and soothing at the same time. Her eyes were locked on the buzzing entrance but she stared at it blankly as though she was seeing nothing at all. Her phone rang continuously in her coat pocket but she refused to pick it up. It was either Gary, the policeman or her friend, Taylor. Whichever one it was, she was in the mood to talk.Her mind was somewhere else entirely, scattered among regrets, confusion, and a gnawing sense of failure. She seemed and appeared strong, particularly when Hillary and F
Camelia stirred awake to the faint buzz of her phone on the nightstand. She gently turned from her sleep, still tangled in the sheets, she reached over, blinking at the harsh light of the screen when her heart dropped.‘Renowned Neurosurgeon Dr. Richard Found Dead in His Office’She sat up instantly, staring at the headline in disbelief. Her breath caught in her throat. “No... that’s impossible. I just saw him yesterday.” She scrolled through the article.The article was brief, only stating that he was discovered early this morning by a nurse. No cause of death had been released yet.Her fingers trembled as she continued scrolling, rereading the short article. It all felt surreal. Dr. Richard had been alive and well just the day before, he was calm, professional and even kind… well she had to lie though before he handed her the name she so desperately needed. That piece of paper, folded carefully and hidden in a safe place that now felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.A wave of
late afternoon sun bounced off the hospital’s glass panels, casting sharp reflections into the city streets. From the backseat of a dark-tinted car parked across the road, Cornelius watched in silence, his eyes fixed on the building’s entrance.And then she appeared.Camelia!She stepped out slowly, her movements hesitant, almost dazed. Clutched tightly against her chest was a folder, white, clinical and heavy with answers. Her expression flickered between excitement and shock, like someone who had stumbled into the truth but hadn’t yet made sense of it. Her brows were drawn with her lips parted; her eyes darted about like she had seen something she ought not to.Cornelius leaned forward, his fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. Even after all this time, she captivated him. The way her hair caught the sunlight, the way she moved with quiet urgency, it hadn’t changed. He studied her, soaking in every detail.She didn't notice him. The car windows were dark, near-impenet