‘I am setting you up on a blind date, Sky. Get ready,’ Amelia's words rang in Skylar's mind again as she casually made her way into the company, ready for the day's work even if she wasn't sure of her place in the company anymore. It had been three days since Ivan suddenly announced that Taylor would be working with him, and she couldn't even tell anymore if things were not working perfectly, as she thought it would be between the two, since Taylor had no experience, and Ivan liked things done perfectly. She had barely talked to him in those three days except for the usual pleasantries when he sauntered into the office to meet her sitting there already, and it felt like she had lost her significance at every indifference from him. It seared pain in her heart.It had also changed her thoughts and perspective that she could never be replaced, as she had heard other workers subconsciously program into her mind. She could definitely be. On a whim at that. Skylar didn't know she could
Skylar made her way into Ivan's office towards the afternoon during his few minutes' break after the first half of the day, when Taylor had also left the office to take a break, to be free from the suffocating walls of remaining in a secretary's office without having anyone to talk to. She missed sharing an office with others. But, as usual, Skylar could not leave her office to eat lunch because she was not used to having that kind of food routine, even if she barely ate breakfast. Most of the food she ate was either dinner or late lunches in the evening. “Mr. Hamilton,” she called as she approached his desk, her smooth loafers gliding over the polished floor of his office. “Yes, Ms. Bailey,” Ivan's voice came as a casual response without looking up, and Skylar almost froze on that spot, her breath eluding her when she heard what he had called her. ‘Ms. Bailey?! And not Skylar?!’ she wanted to scream. It took her so much willpower and strength not to break down at that m
“So who is this guy that wants to meet me?” Skylar was sitting in front of the dresser in her room after she got home that day, and staring at her reflection through the mirror while speaking with Amelia on the phone. “He is someone you know,” came Amelia's answer from the other side of the phone. “Someone I know?” The line of Skylar's brow jumped in surprise to hear that, as she tried to do a quick thinking, about how many people Amelia knew that she also knew. “Yes. He is from our college,” Amelia dropped another hint. “You say he is from our college and wants to meet me? How?” She blinked with incredulity, unable to comprehend how someone from their college suddenly wanted to meet her when it had been more than three years since they left. “Yes. It is Carlos Gibson,” Amelia disclosed. “Carlos Gibson?” Skylar's voice laid an incredulous emphasis, as her eyes grew impossibly wide, her forehead wrinkling in an overwhelming surprise. “Yeah,” Amelia's voice came casually. “Wh.
It was morning in HAVAN, the ambiance abuzz with anticipation of what the day was to hold, and at exactly 8:00 AM, the elevator doors slid open, as Skylar stepped out onto the last floor with elegance and poise, looking more gorgeous than ever. Dressed in a white three-piece tailored suit that accentuated her shape perfectly, she exuded sophistication as she walked down the hallway, her stunning heels clicking against the polished floor of the company. Her voluminous hair was no longer in its usual loose waves, but had been swept back up in a high ponytail, revealing the elegant curve of her neck, and her earrings which complemented her ears glinted beautifully whenever they caught the rays of light. To her, it was a mechanism to improve her confidence and be able to stand unfazed before Ivan, regardless of what he had to say about the uncomfortable situation they both had almost been placed in. She had also made up her mind to stop being so down, and being affected by his atti
Skylar had arrived minutes earlier than the time she and Carlos agreed to meet, and she sat comfortably at the spot in the classy restaurant that he had suggested via a friendly call earlier that morning before she left the house. Subconsciously, she adjusted the hem of her suit jacket nervously, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles on her pants, as her eyes darted nonstop to the entrance which was miles away every few seconds. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the table before, betraying her impatience and anxiety about the guy she was meeting, her mind trying to think of what to expect or how it would go. Earlier that day, Skylar had informed Ivan that she would like to leave as early as possible since she had nothing to do with Taylor around, but she was not sure that he was truly allowed to leave because he gave her a conflicting answer.“You can do as you please,” his response was curt, and she didn't know if he gave her permission or not. She had known Ivan long enough to kno
“Yes,” Carltos nodded affirmatively, “So I wanted to meet up with you, and Amelia was so willing. I wanted to know the real Skylar,” he had both his muscular hands resting beneath his jaws, as he continued to look at her without breaking eye contact. “Arh,” a knowing smile stretched Skylar's lips, as she broke eye contact with him, and quickly drank from the bottle of water she was taking initially, “There is nothing much to know. I am just still the same. Still working as much as before,” She chuckled nervously, hoping not to get him bored with talking about her work or life. She had a very boring life and nothing much to talk about even if she was asked about herself. She wasn't even sure she had anything she enjoyed doing in her spare time except working. “Amelia told me you work at a company, but that you will soon resign or something. Said you are job hunting?” He flashed her a questioning look, still fully focused on her. “Arhh. Funny,” Skylar mouthed, unable to believe t
The inner door of Ivan's house resonated strongly as he made his way inside, and slammed the automatic door so hard, frustration and weariness boiling through his blood like water. He hated how the day went so much that he was so stressed out from working, as he ran a hand through his dark hair, feeling the day's tension settling in his muscles. And not just that day. He hated the entire week. He sauntered up the stairs that led to his bedroom, and immediately stripped off his suit jacket, tie, and shoes as he headed straight for the bathroom to take a cool bath. However, the more droplets of water washed down his skin as he leaned against the tiled wall while letting the steam envelop him, the more his anger shimmered within him for reasons he had no idea. Still not feeling better, after he stepped out with a white towel around his waist, he oiled his body and changed into his gym clothes, ready to go and exercise in the gym room. ‘Hailey. Play some music,’ Ivan commanded, an
Skylar stood in front of the office of the doctor who was in charge of her mother, as she drew in a short breath, her heart pounding with worry and exhaustion. She hesitated briefly before knocking on the door, trying to steady her racing thoughts which speculated she would hear another disappointing news yet again. “Come in, please,” the doctor’s voice called out from behind the door, and she pushed it open to find Dr. Derin, whose demeanor seemed calm while awaiting her.“Hi, doctor,” Skylar tried to improve her mood, as she moved closer to the doctor's table. “Ms. Bailey,” Dr. Derin acknowledged her presence, “You may take your seat,” she gestured for her to sit down as she instantly brought out the medical charts of her mother to inform her of the progress regarding her health. “How is she, Doctor?” Skylar asked, her voice barely above a whisper.An insignificant sigh escaped the doctor as she leaned forward and adjusted her glasses, “Your mother is stable for now, Ms. Bailey,
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
“The surgery had just ended and was successful,” the surgeon, who had just come out of the theatre room still dressed in her blue scrub, and had a nose mask hanging below her chin, told Skylar with a reassuring smile that didn't brighten her face.Instantly, the world around her paused for a millisecond as the tension that had been hanging in her body crumbled instantly, and dissipated into the air. Her legs gave way below her body, and before she knew it, she had fallen on her knees, as she felt the hard, cold floor press against her palms that rested against the floor, the weight of the news sinking into her mind. Her right hand which was trembling covered her mouth, as a stifling gasp that felt like it had been locked in her chest for hours escaped her, alongside the tears that trickled down her cheeks. ‘She was alive. Her mother was alive,’ she heaved a sigh of relief, unable to handle the excitement. “Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much,” were the few words her voice could u
“I am sorry, we cannot be together,” those heavy words hung heavily between the two standing across from one another, and the receiver, Leo, blinked hard as he stared at Kali, who had broken the news to him.“What.. What is wrong, Kali?” His lips barely found the right words to utter because his brain was barely functioning coherently. That was the last news he expected her to bring to him, just when he was planning that they would go hiking together since she liked doing that. ‘Things had been going fine between them for the past few days. What went wrong?’ His eyes took a haunted look as if awaiting an explanation from her. “Nothing is,” she looked away from him while resting her back on the railings of the rooftop recreation spot they were standing, because she said she wanted to go there when he asked what she wanted to do. “Kali, meet my eyes,” Leo stared at her, his heart wanting to reach out to her in the most intentional way, as his right hand stretched and caught hers in
Skylar made her way into the five-star restaurant, her eyes glancing briefly through the few people that were seated in the room, until they landed on Grayson, who was seated by the window, his face brightening with a warm, sweet smile the moment he raised his head. She instantly flashed a warm smile at him from where she was standing, and he rose to his feet, as a gesture to welcome her which almost melted away her initial nervousness instantly. It made Skylar's eyes almost roll in shock because she never thought she could see him smile considering their first and second encounter. “Hi, Sky,” he greeted her with a sweet smile, and politely offered her a seat across from him, “You look absolutely gorgeous,” his eyes lingered as he took in her dress, and her smile.“Hi, Gray,” she responded with a nervous smile, “You don't look bad yourself,” she finally settled into her seat. “How have you been these days?” He initiated the conversation, his eyes peering at her. “Been great,” Skyl