"We suspect it's that journalist, Christine What's-her-name," Alistair said as he drove along the busy downtown street. "Byron managed to get her fired by threatening to sue the newspaper for libel. After your article came out, public opinion turned against Christine, so the newspaper probably considered her more of a liability. We're pretty sure this latest scam is her handiwork.""Dammit, I told him not to get her fired," Emily said. Traffic was stalled, and she waited impatiently in the back seat of the limo. Finally, she couldn't stand it any longer, knowing that Byron was in a state of despair. "It'll be faster if I walk," she said, jumping out while the limo was stopped at a light, "Thanks, Alistair."She strode quickly to the familiar highrise and took the elevator all the way to the penthouse, fidgeting restlessly all the way."I said I don't want to look at the numbers!" Byron shouted as she came in. He sat on the couch with his back to her, and he must have assumed
Emily started to sketch a picture of Rupert, illuminated by the setting sun. It helped her pass the time while she waited for Byron to come to his senses. It was probably going to take a long time since he had done nothing but drink, stare at the wall, then stare out the window. He crossed his legs, then uncrossed them and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. The sound of footsteps made Emily look up. A short, prematurely balding man entered the room, looking right at home."Hey man, you haven't returned my calls. Oh, hi," he said, spotting Emily, "I'm Nathan Clarke.""That's because I didn't feel like talking," Byron said."I've been his friend since elementary school," said Nathan, "and this is how he treats me. And you must be the lovely Emily."They shook hands, then Nathan went over and patted Rupert."Do you think the situation is all that bad?" Emily asked."I don't have an inside view of the business," Nathan said, pouring himself a whisky and plopping a couple of ice
Emily followed Sylvia into the next room, which was Byron's home office, and closed the door behind her. She didn't completely trust Sylvia, but at least she knew the woman was desperate to help her son in any way."It's his depression," Sylvia said. Now that she didn't have to put on a brave act in front of Byron, the worry came through on her beautiful if slightly wrinkled face."How often does that kind of thing happen?" Emily asked."Not very, but when it does, it's hard to get him out of it," Sylvia said, "Look, Emily, maybe I came across as a little too overbearing before, but I was wrong about you. You're not as stupid as you seem.""Thanks," Emily said, rolling her eyes. Since murdering Sylvia would probably be illegal and not win her any points with Byron, she decided that at least verbal fighting tactics such as sarcasm were permitted. "I'll be sure to get those words engraved on a plaque.""Don't get cheeky with me," Sylvia said, putting her hands on her hips, "If you h
When Byron came out into the breakfast room the next day, bleary and exhausted, his mom was there sipping coffee and eating a croissant. He decided to have the same. His hangover seemed to have hit a reset button on his mood, the physical discomfort making it easier to ignore the mental suffering. "I'm glad you're finally eating something," his mother observed. "I could kill that Christine Tourneau for putting you through this! But soon it will be all right. She'll know not to mess with our company."Byron remembered the conversation from last night. He hadn't been as drunk as his mother might have imagined. It was his dire mood that had made him lethargic and unable to connect with people. "Have you gone ahead with the announcement yet?" he asked. "About me being depressed?""Not yet. Emily insisted that you should truly be on board.""I don't want to do it," he said firmly, "It would make me look weak.""How long can you go on not admitting that you have a problem?" his mothe
Good Reason to Get MarriedSince her brother Nick was showing signs of being more sociable that day, Emily decided to take him out and show him the neighborhood. The cafes and whimsical shops nearby were part of what made it such a great place to live, and few could resist its charm.They strolled around, and Emily could see Nick warming up to the place, just like she had hoped. "How is it going with your boyfriend?" Nick asked while they had lunch in a quaint tea house with huge varieties of teas to choose from.Emily did not really want to bring up that topic since she was not sure how it was going herself."You guys should get married," Nick went on, "He's a really cool guy, and he's built!"Emily nearly spat out her tea with laughter. Although Nick seemed to be attracted to women, he had this strange habit of noticing good-looking men. Maybe he was just very secure in his masculinity."That's not a good enough reason to marry someone," she finally said, "You have much to le
The next day, Nick finally went to school, and Emily felt like she had more free time to spend on her projects instead of worrying about him. The website she had started to sell her hair ornaments was barely garnering any income, with just three sales in the last month. Luckily, she now had enough students to support herself, and she was gradually redecorating the downtown art studio.Another thing that was going to occupy her time was the event Sylvia planned for depression awareness. Sylvia insisted that Emily should be part of it in order to show a united front to anyone who doubted the strength of Byron's company, or his family.She smiled with amusement as her phone rang with yet another call from Byron's mother. Although Sylvia could be b*tchy at times, Emily was quickly warming up to her, and she was flattered to be included in the family's plans. "Hello?" Emily said."We need to get you a dress," Sylvia declared without preamble."Right... because you think I don't have a
Emily arrived early to the charity event and found Sylvia was already there with some company employees. Byron's mother looked flawless in a midnight blue spaghetti-strap dress, her hair in a glamorous updo. She was giving everyone last-minute instructions when she spotted Emily."Well done, you!" Sylvia said, "I'm pleasantly surprised."Emily decided to roll with it since this was as nice a compliment as she was going to get. She was pretty proud of the dress she had made with only a few days' notice. It was made of a glittering silvery-grey material, and the contours flowed around her figure with lightness and grace."I thought Byron was coming with you," Emily said nervously, "Where is he?""I don't know, he went to get a sandwich.""He's got dozens of people waiting on him hand and foot. Even his dog has got groomers and nutritionists and goodness knows what else, and he needed to go out to get a sandwich?""When you say it like that, it does seem suspicious," Sylvia muttered
His... what?! Emily couldn't be sure whether Byron said this for the sake of their fake relationship, which was probably a moot point now that she had told her story in the newspaper... but he had never called her 'his girlfriend' before. She nearly tuned out the rest of the speech as her mind whirled, trying to understand this sudden turn of events.To her surprise, she felt a blush of happiness infusing her face with fresh color. Meanwhile, Byron announced the opening of a new fund to help people suffering from depression. "I have lived with depression for most of my life," he said, "but I wanted to hide it from everyone, even from myself. Now, a very insistent young woman has asked me to come forward, and I'm here to tell you we will try to overcome this illness together."Many people gasped, not expecting such a revelation. The next moment, the hall was filled with deafening applause. Emily heard Byron's voice whispering in her ear as they turned to leave the stage, "I reall