It was Monday of the new week, and Skylar was ready for work again as she struggled with her thoughts through the weekend while preparing Ivan's schedule for the week, meticulously planning out every detail and work calendar to ensure his demanding routine ran smoothly. She arrived much earlier than she usually did because she didn't want Ivan to chide her again on a good day, and she was quite relieved that she arrived about ten minutes and settled at her table before he entered the office. He sauntered in so grandly, his presence effortlessly commanding, as he strode in confidently as ever, looking even much better than he did the last time she saw him, which was two days ago. And he surprisingly looked even taller than usual, which made her wonder if it was she who had gotten shorter. “Good morning, Mr. Hamilton,” she greeted, her tone firm and uncompromising familiarity. Ivan gave a curt nod without saying much, as his piercing eyes briefly met hers and fell to her feet, and
Skylar was sitting behind her desk unusually again that morning, staring blankly at the MacBook which was opened before her without proceeding with her work. Her left fingers tapped nervously on her lap, as she gripped the right ones in her teeth while struggling with the echoing memory of his she had lashed out at her boss just moments ago. Her frustration had boiled over because he was being unnecessarily stubborn when it was all for his good, and had yelled at him before she even realized it. It was something she had never done before. Something she never knew she was capable of doing. To him or anyone. Him especially. After she came back to her senses and began to apologize for hurling at him, Ivan turned and walked out without any further words, leaving her standing there, shocked and horrified at her own behavior. And at that moment, she regretted it. ‘How could she have let her emotions get the better of her at that moment when she had always been professional and compos
Skylar sat still at her desk as she began her work for the day which had piled up during her week-long absence, her eyes constantly glancing at her wristwatch incessantly, her pressure mounting to see that Ivan had not returned to his office or called either to inform her of anything. Suddenly, the door to her office swung open with a forceful thud and caused her to flinch, as she raised her eyes instantly, ready to face Ivan and hear whatever he had to tell her. However, disappointment clouded her eyes instantly, as soon as the sight of the substitute secretary, Taylor, sauntered into her office with a look of spiteful annoyance etched on her face. “You were here?” She was unable to hide the shock that furrowed her brows, as she stared at Skylar as if awaiting an explanation. “Yeah. Any problem?” Skylar's voice was smooth, her eyes questioning why she thought otherwise. “We all thought you had resigned from your job already, but someone said you came around this morning, so I ca
Feeling so gloomy and bothered by how everything had played out, from Ivan leaving without saying anything, not calling her, and canceling his meetings, Skylar decided to take a lunch break at a beautiful café that was opposite the company. As she entered, the soft chime of the bell above the door announced her arrival, as she sauntered to the counter and exchanged pleasantries with the café assistant whom she had not seen in a while. “Hi, Kali,” her lips curved into a smile effortlessly, even if she had been in a bad mood throughout half of the day already. Kali was a beautiful, energetic lady, with smooth butter skin, charming thick lashes that framed her big, gorgeous eyes, and she had a perfect smile that was so infectious, even if she usually had a frown on her face most of the time. Her beautiful, extremely short hair, which she usually maintained, was dyed wine, which made her look even better than the last time Skylar saw her. “Well, look who finally decided to show
In the serenity of his opulent private vacation house away from the company, Ivan sat behind the study desk in his bedroom, a blend of elegance and sophistication that faced the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a beautiful view of the natural environment around the top hill where the vacation house was located. A glass of champagne rested in his hand as he worked, while drinking from it at intervals, as he reviewed the constant stream of endless emails that were the most important ones that needed his approval or attention, which had been reviewed by Skylar. Despite the efficiency with which he managed to keep working, his mind kept drifting to Skylar's words concerning his unhealthy eating the more he drank from the champagne glass. Her voice was calm and composed even if it was usually laced with frustration and concern whenever she talked to him countless times about it in the past. “You need to eat well, Mr. Hamilton. Too much champagne without food would ruin your health,
“You sound disappointed. Were you not expecting my call?” The voice from the other side of the phone insinuated, sounding amused that Ivan could be expectant of a call, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. “Not at all,” Ivan's voice sounded grumpy, as he tried to conceal his intense disappointment when he realized that it was not Skylar who had called him. “You do not look like you are in a good mood. What is wrong?” Leo inquired further, wondering why his friend, whose mood was not so hard to tell even from just his tone, seemed so pissed. “Nothing. How have you been?” Ivan tried to digress from the main subject of their conversation from Leo's point of emphasis, which concerned what he wasn't willing to talk about. But, Leo wouldn't let go of what he had bitten already. “Is it Skylar?” “No,” Ivan's response was curt, knowing that his only friend, Leo, might try to get him to talk about what was wrong with him. He was not willing to give him that leverage of trying to therapiz
“I am sorry, Sky. Your shoes went missing,” Amelia announced to Skylar as she sat on the edge of the bed in the room, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her dress, her pleading eyes searching Skylar's own. “What?” Skylar's voice failed her at that moment, as she tried to process what she had just heard her friend tell her. She was just coming to the grocery store after she visited her Mum at the hospital since she closed earlier at work, and surprisingly met Amelia at home, who had said she was not going to be home until the weekend.“I am truly sorry, Sky. I threw up at the party I went to, and I was laid to rest by some friends. When I woke up, it was gone. I think someone took them off my legs,” Amelia's eyes lingered with pity and sadness as she spoke softly, her sweaty fingers fiddling with one another. Dumbfounded, Skylar's mind raced, searching for the right words to say at that moment, as different kinds of emotions swirled within her - confusion, disappointment, and som
Standing under the cascading water of the shower, Skylar felt all the stress of the entire day wash away from her body, as the cold water washed through her hair and soaked it flat, as it trickled down her face and body. Just for a short moment, the water provided a sense of relief to her body, as if it was washing her pain away, but it wasn't long before a deep-seated sadness began to creep into her mind. Her heart began to ache for reasons she couldn't even pinpoint, and she suddenly felt so burdened, the urge to cry, knocking against the door of her eyelids. Silent tears mixed with the shower's flow down Skylar's body as she cried mutedly, her sobs muffled by the sound of the water hitting the cold floor of her bathroom, and her heart tangled in a mess of emotions that she couldn't quite grasp.It was as if the weight of everything - her worries, disappointments, fears, aching pain, regrets, shame, and every single emotion she had been swallowing for too long, found the right mo
The lucent rays of sunlight permeating the room bashed the face of the young man sprawled on the bed, prompting him to subconsciously stir out of his sleep and instantly squint his eyes. A soft moan escaped him as his eyelids jumped open simultaneously, causing him to reflexively shut his eyes instantly the moment the rays of light seeping in through the drapes of the floor-to-ceiling windows assaulted his eyes. Instantly, he rolled his body to the other side and turned his face, before a low groan suddenly escaped him the moment a throbbing headache plagued his head. ‘Shit. Why did his head hurt this badly?’ Grayson wondered as he slowly tried to own his eyes again, and instantly brought his hand from his side to massage his temples as tenderly as it could. It was at that moment that he realized. The room he was in smelled of expensive liquor, faint perfume, and the remnants of a reckless night, causing him to compulsively turn to look at the other side where the light had been
Ivan wanted to do something grand, so he took Leo's advice and decided to plan the biggest surprise package ever in a way that would make Skylar's heart move past whatever anger she had toward him. He hadn't even thought of it at all before. With a final tap on the screen of his laptop, he sent her a message that contained information about the luxurious six-star hotel that he wanted her to meet him at for a private rooftop dinner under the stars, and also had a custom-designed dinner dress and heels package sent to her door already.Anticipation of how everything would turn out perfectly at the very end of the date thumped through his heart as he confirmed the last minute appointment he made, which was going to be a drone display that would proclaim his true feelings for her. It was going to be the highlight of the date. And just right at the moment when a satisfied smirk tugged at the side of his lips, his private phone which was sitting on his dresser suddenly began to vibrate, a
The main door of the mansion slammed so hard with a force that threatened to fall off behind Grayson, as he stormed out of the mansion the moment he left his mother's sight with so much anger coursing through his veins. His balled fist trembled with repressed fury and his face scrunched up in a mask of steaming rage, as he made his way toward the sleek black car that he parked outside in front of the mansion. He got behind the driving wheel, ignited it immediately, floored on the accelerator, and drove out of the mansion at a crazy speed, as his mother's words echoed in his head again and again. “Step out of your brother's shadow and prove that you are worthy of the responsibility and her.”“Damn it!” He cussed angrily and hit his steering wheel angrily as he drove, unable to even think of where to go. ‘His mother had given him the worst option ever! How could she toil with his emotions like that?! How could she tell him to take over HAVAN so that he could keep a woman?’ ‘As muc
With a heavy heart, Skylar sat motionless in her chair all day, her gaze fixed on the same spreadsheet she had been pretending to work on for hours, with her mind far away from what was even going on around her. She had expected to see him a few hours later, after she thought that the storm concerning his mother proposing the most ridiculous idea must have passed, because the news that the votes turned against her quickly went like wildfire in the company. She anticipated that he would come back so that she would have the chance to explain herself, but it didn't seem like it at all. He didn't return till she clocked out late at night. The emptiness in her chest grew heavier and sadness seeped into her bones as she walked out of her office, her footsteps heavy on the quiet halls of the building, like her thoughts were drowning out of the world around her. As Skylar sauntered out of the main building, the cool night air kissed her puffy cheeks, but it did little to clear the haze c
Skylar was seated behind her work desk, motionless and absent-minded, as her fingers remained limp against the keyboard. In her heart was a heaviness that she couldn't even speak of, and it ached with the pain of confrontation that she had just endured. She couldn’t focus at all. The memory of Ivan's angry face that flashed at her the moment he entered the room refused to evade her, and his accusatory words that hinted at frustration and disappointment made her heartache. Nothing even hurt more than the fact that he didn't wait to hear her explain herself. He was just mad that she had met Grayson. “I can explain what happened,” she fought with her shaky voice as she tried to explain herself, but he had been too mad to even listen. “So you have been meeting him behind my back?! Since when?! And why?! Is that why you have been giving me an attitude for almost two days now?” He raged at her with words that slammed her heart against a wall with excruciating force, as her eyes watered
A man burst through the double doors of the executive hallway, his shoes thudding against the polished marble floor as he sprinted with a desperation that was fueled by panic, his hair disheveled and dampened with sweat. He barreled into the secretary’s office after an impatient knock, as he entered with the intention of informing Skylar of what was going on, only to come in direct contact with Ivan, who was also standing in the room. His steel-blue eyes flicked up in measured curiosity as the man skidded to a halt, narrowly avoiding slamming into a sleek leather armchair, almost melting as he tried to balance himself, barely catching his breath amid the suffocating tension that settled in the air. “Sir?” the man gasped, struggling to contain both his breath, almost stuttering, “Your…mother. No. I mean,” he shook his head in an attempt to correct himself, “Mrs. Hamilton is here.” Ivan, who still had flickers of rage scribbled over his face, arched a single eyebrow, with the fainte
The restaurant they were seated in crackled with tension as Amelia's sharp gaze locked onto Carlos's, her arms crossed, and her lips pursed in a fiery scowl, “You don’t even call me anymore,” she snapped, her voice slicing through the charged air like a whip. “Is that why you asked to meet me early this morning?” Carlos stared at her in disbelief, wondering if that was all she had to say when she called and asked to see him so urgently at the restaurant that was nearest to his house. “Is that what I am saying, Carlos?! I said that you don't even talk to me anymore! You would have called if I hadn't,” her face scrunched up into a frown, unable to stand the fact that he was disregarding her concern. Carlos met her glare, his jaw tightening in repressed anger, “You said that it was what you wanted,” he countered, his tone calm but strained, as if walking a tightrope over a chasm of resentment. He couldn't even believe she would be asking him that. “You would have called regardless,”
“Why?” Her eyebrows were raised in confusion, as she wondered why he was saying that. “The public announcement will be worth more,” he told her and skipped talking about it quickly, and she nodded slowly as if absorbing in bits what he meant. “Are you okay, though? You don't sound like yourself,” Carlos observed. Skylar pressed her lips together and shut her eyes for a moment, as she smiled again, “Yeah, I am fine,” she lied, “Just... tired. You know how it is.”“I get it,” Carlos sounded so concerned, “But if you need anything, you know I am here at your beck and call. And I mean anything,” he reminded her. Skylar felt a rush of gratitude in her heart because of his unmerited kindness towards her, and she couldn't help but be emotionally thankful at the moment, as she repeated, “Thank you, Carl. Thank you so much. You have been amazing, really. As soon as I am able to, I will take you out to eat. Anywhere you want. It is going to be my treat,” she promised. Carlos chuckled again
In the silent hospital room where nothing but the rhythmic beeping of the machines that monitored her mother’s vitals, Skylar sat again beside the bed, this time properly dressed in a pale-blue disposable safety suit, with her gloved hands gently wrapped around her mother’s frail right hand. She was unable to think properly after she returned from Ivan's house and knew she wouldn't even be able to perform well if she went home immediately. Instead, she returned to the hospital, asked to see her mother again, and was granted the grace to see her properly this time. However, her thoughts were far from at ease or where she was seated, as she stared blankly at her mother's bed, her mind spinning in a relentless tide of worry and self-doubt. Amid her fear for her mother and the fear for herself, her head was blowing up with pain, and her heart was racing with so much angst.She pressed her trembling lips together, struggling to contain the storm brewing inside her, as she tried not to l