“I do not want to overwhelm you, Miss Castor. I don’t want you running away like my last assistant.” Mr Warner said, his eyes focused on the screen in front of him. He held a drink with his right hand while his left had a cigarette that was yet to be lit. I never took the man as someone that would indulge in something as dangerous as smoking. “Good morning, Mr Warner.” I greeted him quite cheerfully, my smile stretched from cheek to cheek. Day after day, I had no idea what I would make of him. A man Charles feared so much, he had to send his step daughter to seduce him just to get him caught in a vice. He watched me like a cat would watch a mouse in his home, ignoring whatever was on his screen. Surely, he was a very attractive man when he was younger. Men and women alike would have gone to wars for him, written poetry about the way he walked and the way he talked. Annabelle Warner was such a lucky lady. "Good morning, Miss Castor." The sides of his mouth lifted up in a small,
Jasmine.“If I wasn’t that worried about you right now, I would have your tongue for such lies.” I said, denying the accusations immediately. “That is so wrong.”Ruby wriggled her eyebrows at me and giggled. “I saw both of you. I saw the way you looked at him when he walked into the office, like you couldn’t believe such a man had ever existed.”I heard the words she wasn’t saying. You looked at him like you were already in love while he looked at you like he couldn’t stand being in your presence. Like you disgusted him in the worst way ever.“Don’t be a fool.”"You got the whole story wrong ,Ruby. Did you listen to our conversation?" I asked her, curious to know if she had listened to our conversation.The smile on her lips turned upside down into a frown, her eyebrows scrunched down in a confused way. She had no idea what I was talking about anymore. Just how I liked it.She placed her hand on my shoulder. Gingerly. Safely. “I could not hear from my location, but the facial cues wer
Jasmine.There were times I felt like Ruby knew much more than she was letting on. She furrowed her eyebrows, slapping her chest. "That dress just hugs every curve in a way that makes me want to bleach my eyes." She screeched when I came out of the dressing room.The fitted bodice of the red gown I had gotten hugged my curves like a second skin, and the corset intricate boning pushed my breast upwards. But the ruffled sleeves. The ruffled sleeves were like a girl's delight. Delicate and airy, it framed my shoulders like wisps of cloud, their layered texture catching the light with every movement I made.I felt like one of those characters in the movies Amanda loved to watch when we were younger."This dress is too revealing." I chuckled, trying my best to fight off my unease by pulling the cup of the corset upwards. There was no damn way I would wear something like this to a fundraiser.I shuddered as I thought about the stares and hushed whispers in the hall. How the political cand
Jasmine.The whispers came for me like a shark when it smelled blood."....What is she wearing....""...something as skimpy as that? Does she think she's in a clubhouse...."".....even is she?...."From every angle in the room, tongues waged against me from every man or woman Mr Warner's cousin dragged us to talk to.When she first saw me, her beautiful smile turned into something more impassive like I was beneath her. "And who is this beautiful young girl? I don't think I have ever seen her..." she had said.Her siren eyes roamed my body in a way that made me feel inadequate, lacking in a way that others didn't.Mr Warner placed his hand on my shoulder firmly. "She's my new assistant. The last one left rather unceremoniously." He said. "I brought her here so she could help me...""It is the assistant job to assist, right." His cousin finished the rest of the sentence, proceeding to chuckle after.Polite laughter.I kept my face neutral, not offering a smile and not looking down my no
Jasmine."Mr Warner, do you like my dress?" I asked my boss after taking the tenth glass of whiskey, placing my chin on my hand so I could bat my lashes at him.A man old enough to be my father.The rest of the party had been a kind of blur for me with Gia by my side. She made sure every conversation we had started with a drink and ended with a different one.The lighting in the hall did little to hide the flush that enveloped Mr Warner's cheeks as he choked on his drink, coughing and spluttering so he could say a word."Miss Castor." He tried again when the coughing died down. "You look absolutely beautiful. That shade you chose brings the colour of your eyes out, makes them pop."Without thinking about it, his eyes darted towards Alexander, who just watched us like a hawk would to his prey.I giggled like he had said something funny, gaining the attention of Gia, whom a group of women had successfully gotten to attend to them. Her eyes betrayed questions she wanted to ask.I looked
TWELVE YEARS AGOJasmine.I wasn’t a quiet child.Not by any means possible. Mom told me I came into the world with a strong set of lungs because I kept on crying whenever I wasn’t attached to her or she decided to hand me over to my father. Everyone considered it a shame when I grew attached to him as I got older.Was that the reason why mom preferred the company of those strange children after the funeral?On the day of the wedding, my mom promised me I could hide in my room during the after-party. She promised me a cake and a whole bottle of juice just so she could get me to behave. There was no mention of the fifteen-years-old boy who crawled into the said room through my window and watched me like I was planning my great escape or something.I loved my privacy. My room was my tiny little space where no one would bother me or try to atop me from doing what I loved. At this particular age, it was filling my lungs with nicotine.I wondered if he had no idea I was watching him. A
Jasmine.My friends thought the best way to let go after having a shitty weekend spent on some stupid vacation with your mom, her second husband who was really a bastard and should learn to keep his hands to his fucking self, and her successful daughter, was going to a club on a work week. Especially if you came back and found out your boyfriend also cheated."To be fair, you knew he wasn't faithful from the beginning," Jane shouted. She swayed her hips around while moving to the side to avoid a drunk stranger."That doesn't mean I want to walk in on him, butt naked and thrusting into my neighbour's ass," I said furiously. The scene kept up coming up multiple times in my mind.Among the three of us, Rachel was the only one qualified to be called a dancer. She moved her entire body to the beat of the song and had the masculine figures in the club watching her like she was some rare creature."That's such an explicit description, Steven is gross.”“That is your opinion. My baby can sti
Jasmine.I didn’t want to go back to that dreadful place.If I had the financial stability to just hitchhike to England or some other faraway place, I would have done that immediately. The snide remarks, the disappointment, the comparison between Amanda and I, the choking loneliness I felt when I was there.Without the one person in the world who actually made it bearable.i ignored the ache I felt in my heart every time I ignored Jane and Rachel texts and calls, ranging from questions where they asked why I left so abruptly to if I was okay. They were truly the only real friends and coworkers I made during my short stay in that state.“I am pretty sure you would be one of those old ladies who keeps cats because she is just so scared to get a real one,” he had said to me that cold winter morning.Amanda had gone on some kind of scavenger hunt with my mom and Charles, so we had the whole house to ourselves. Dressed in thick coats and fur boots, we drank hot cocoa from the cups I had de