Evelyn slouches on her living room sofa, a bowl of popcorn and a glass of orange juice by her side while she sees her favorite weekend TV series.After a challenging week of running around with other team members, making sure the Mist project is on track, and then getting involved in a minor accident, a quiet evening alone seems like a good way to rejuvenate her energy before another crazy work week sets in.Her mind would occasionally wander, and she'd find herself imagining the tall, athletic body she'd seen the previous day.She wonders why he hasn't reached out to her. She had been tempted to call him like a thousand times but her ego wouldn't let her make the first move. “Oh boy,” she soliloquies, adjusting her position on the sofa and smiling to herself. “That guy knows how to put a good look together. Such a hottie!” She concludes, shaking her head vigorously as if that will make the image of John fall off her brain.At the end of the series, she heaves and decides to take a
“Hello Rachel, I need your help.” Cordelia speaks into her cell phone immediately her call is connected, her tone firm.“No pleasantries? This is unlike you Cordelia. Is all well? Rachel asks, curiosity etched in her tone.“I am in a tight spot, and I don't know what to do.” “What happened?” Cordelia stands, running her hand through her hair, roughly in frustration. “I told you about the new project we pitched to Wills Corporation for investment, didn't I?” “Yeah, you did. Did the investment fall through?” “Yeah, almost and it's my fault. Alan is out for me because of it. You know how he can get. I just need suggestions on how to go about the whole thing. I really can't think of anything to salvage the situation.” Cordelia explains to her friend and confidant.“Babe, you need to tell me what happened in order for me to help you, okay?” Rachel states, genuinely ready to help her friend.“I'll give you the whole gist when we meet. But the summary is Kingsley Wills decided to invest
Linda walks slowly to the hospital parking lot with an unsteady gait, her feet dragging. Her shoulders slump, and her eyes downcast in evident sadness at the sight she just witnessed.After giving the lunch basket to Fred, she left the rest area to return to her office.But on second thought, she decided to go back and see her crush eating the lunch she gifted him. She reckoned the sight would be fulfilling. She'd keep him company and poke silly jokes while he ate.And the best part is, it will draw them closer.With a mischievous smile, she turned back towards the rest area in time to see him leave the room, holding the lunch basket. He went in the opposite direction from her.Linda stopped, her eyebrows creased in curiosity, wondering where was headed. “That is not the way to his office.” She soliloquies and starts following him from a safe distance.Fred entered the children's ward of the hospital and Linda began to worry If the man planned to eat while working. “His shift is over
“We will. Thank you.” John replies, nodding at the waitress who takes her leave immediately.“Mmmmm,” Evelyn moans sweetly, savoring the taste of the rich spirit in her mouth.John smiles, amused by the look on her perfect oval face. “Tastes good, yeah?” “Of course, and the place looks great as well. Are you a regular here?” She asks, squinting her eyes in curiosity.“No, I am not, but I have been here once, and as you say, it's a great place,” John replies, looking around and nodding in satisfaction. “So, I figured it would suit a great young lady like yourself.” He concludes, looking at her squarely.“Oh, you do know how to sweet talk a lady, don't you?” Evelyn remarks, looking away shyly and patting her face with the back of her hand to hide her blush. Her eyes sparkle with laughter as she looks at him, her cheeks flushing. She continues, “You're making me blush,” in a voice that is almost inaudible above a whisper.John laughs, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He leans slightl
Louisa's expression darkens, her guard rising. Her eyes narrows and her brows crease with surprise. She refuses to speak for a few seconds. When she finds her voice, it sounds hoarse even to her ears. “ I do not entertain personal questions on a business visit, Mr Wills,” she replies.“How about we speak on the business at hand?” She asks, instinctively avoiding the question.It is just her luck that the very issue that she is most afraid of is exactly why Kingsley has called her in, this morning.She should have suspected this when she got his summon. There isn't any new development about Mist that would need discussion or deliberation on.“But the most professional Miss Emerson couldn't ignore the summon of her investor,” she mutters sarcastically in her mind, mentally rolling her eyes.She came running here like a dutiful servant only to be placed on a hot seat.So, he had his suspicions about Liam the other day. No wonder he looks ready to pounce.But try as he can, she is not r
Louisa's eyes open in surprise and her palm becomes sweaty as she grips the phone tightly. “Who is this?” She queries.“You know exactly who this is, Louisa.” The low deep voice on the other end responds confidently, taking her by surprise.Louisa's heart races as she recognizes Kingsley's voice.“This guy never gives up, does he?” She asks herself inwardly and takes a deep breath to calm her racing heart.“I have nothing to hide, Mr Wills. If there's something else I can help you with, please……..” Louisa starts saying, but she suddenly hears a beep, which signals that Kingsley has dropped the call, cutting her off. She breathes out loudly, ruffles her hair in frustration, and storms out of her office angrily.“When is he going to run out of ways of getting on her nerves? Really? Why bother calling if he was going to cut her off like that?” Louisa keeps muttering to herself as she walks. She glances at the phone in her left hand and angrily shuts it down in case he decides to call h
Louisa quickly makes her way to CEO Ashby's office, after excusing herself from Evelyn. She wonders what prompted the sudden summons.With her heels clicking on the glossy floor, Louisa rushes down the hallway. After speaking with Evelyn, she was unable to get rid of her uneasiness. What would CEO Ashby want?With a tinge of relief on his face, Ashby looks up from the papers on his desk as she walks into his office."Thanks for coming, Louisa. I've spent the last hour attempting to get in touch with you.""I'm sorry, sir," Louisa replies. I just returned from a business meeting. What is this about?”Ashby reclines in his seat. "I need an update on the project you're working on. How far along is the marketing plan?”Understanding that it is merely a standard check in, Louisa relaxes. "Sir, we're on schedule. The campaign proposals are being finalized by the team. I will forward the report to you.”Ashby nods in satisfaction. "Well.The board has been putting pressure on me to reach th
Linda approaches the doctor's office, the sound of her heels echoing through the hallway. The power with which she pulls open the door surprises even her. The only sounds in the room are the steady hum of an air conditioner and the gentle shuffling of papers, which create a serene, professional environment. Standing next to a filing cabinet, Fred looks up, startled. She becomes even more enraged as he looks at her and his eyes briefly flash with surprise. She inhales deeply and walks towards him, her intense eyes burning. Unaware of the fury building inside her, Fred attempts a nice smile and says, "Linda, I was just going to—" "Save it," she interrupts in a steely voice. Her face is piercing and unflinching, she takes a step forward, bringing them closer. "Fred, are you really that blind?" His blinking is unexpected. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She chuckles, but her laughter isn't funny. "Last week. The lunchbox. Do you recall? I saw you act as though I didn'