Weekdays seem to drag on endlessly, but the weekends? They're like a magic trick, here one moment and gone the next. Today feels special waking up because it's my day off—Ray's spending the day with her grandma, giving me some free time. The house got a thorough cleaning yesterday, and surprisingly, I find myself looking forward to doing chores. The cool cleaning gadgets make it kind of fun!Having a whole day to myself puts a big smile on my face. These responsibility-free days, without kids or a spouse around, mean I can eat, tidy up, and go out whenever I want without worrying about the time. It's the simple joys of freedom that really brighten up my day."You don’t have to clean today. I mean, the house was thoroughly cleaned from top to bottom yesterday.” Jordan says. He looks all suited up and ready for work. He picks up a croc skin bag and slips his Apple 2023 MacBook Pro into it. I know this because I trashed the empty laptop carton. “Okay, sir. I’ll be going out once Ray has
Jordan? Really? What was I thinking when I asked her about tie preferences? It must have been a reflex because I do it with Mrs. Charity all the time. I didn’t know how to go about asking her to put on the uniforms because it was not stated before, and I see how she expresses herself through her style, but then it’s only for one day. I’m glad she didn’t take it the wrong way. I have an important meeting this morning, which is why I am leaving the house earlier than usual. A new proposal just came up, and I am meeting with the client this morning. He is a client that everyone wants on their list.As I step into my office, I go through the schedule my assistant sent to me and get familiar with my itinerary for the day.“Good morning, Mr. Baker. Mr. Polish is already waiting for you in your office." Miss Julia, my assistant, greets me as I walk past, and I nod in acknowledgement.“Thank you, Miss Julia. I’ll be with him soon.” I check my Rolex watch and see that I’m ten minutes early to
It is so satisfying to be out here. The beautiful view of the rumbling of the ocean and the beautiful view of the sky. I’ll never understand how one side of the water is blue and the other is an unexplainable shade of green, yet they seem not to mix. One of my many goals in life is to have a home built on the beach. I want to wake up every morning and bask in the beauty of the ocean view. It’s a Monday morning, hence the small number of people on the beach. I’m dressed in a white, free mid-thigh jumpsuit with prints of tiny sunflowers scattered all over the material. I packed my hair in a messy ponytail and did very light makeup. I finished the look with my favourite white beach hat and my deep blue flat. “I know this will sound so cliche, but I don’t care.”“Out with it," Mother says.“You are glowing, mother, and you look happier. Could this be the result of something new?”“And this you’ve noticed in four hours?” She says she's checking her time.“Well.”“Don’t get me wrong, I enj
I’m almost done with work for the day; everyone else has left as their shift ended some hours ago. I work late most of the time to get more work done, except on Fridays. There are still things that I need to cross-check about the ongoing project. I might even have to visit the site to see how things are going. I may also need to visit the site where Mr. Polish wants to work to estimate the number of personnel and supplies we will require. Since I choose this life and do not mind working hard to continuously challenge and surpass myself, I can not complain that I am working hard.I always strive to be the best at what I do, and so far, I can proudly say I do this CEO thing pretty well. A text from Mother pops up. They are at a nearby restaurant, and Rachel wants us all to have dinner together. I send a text that I’ll be there soon. I quickly finish what I’m doing and tidy up the office before leaving.“Daddy’s here,” Ray announces as she sees me walk in.“Hi dad, hi mom. Rachel, my lov
Jordan’s driver, Daniel, parks in an underground parking lot. The company most likely owns the parking lot. I wonder how big the building will be if the parking lot is this wide. The silence throughout the journey from the house was deafening. Nobody said a word till we got to the office."Yippee!" Rachel screams.I hate to say this, but the uniform fits perfectly. I was hoping it would be too tight or too big, so I didn’t have to end up wearing it. “Baby, no running around the office,” Jordan says, typing the floor’s number on the small screen of the elevator.What has Mr. Baker looking all extra serious this morning? Like, we all didn’t just step out of the same house. It must be something about business because he's usually not this cold.“Miss Patricia, I want you to be as alert as possible. I don’t want Ray to touch stuff around here. I should have asked you to pack some games or storybooks along.”“I did.”“Is there something you are not good at?” He whispered. “Sir?” “I said
I’m still trying to make sense of what I’ve just heard. What did they mean I fainted? Jordan is staring at me as if making sure to know if I am truly okay. The panic attack and the fainting escapade are quite surprising, but I guess I was just scared of the consequences of losing Rachel.The doctor walks in, and Jordan looks worried, but he just tells me there’s nothing wrong with me. She’s probably here to just tell me that I can leave. Why does he look so guilty?"Hello, Miss Patricia. How are you feeling now?” The doctor asks sweetly.“I’m feeling better now, thank you.” I reply.“That’s just great. I’m pleased to inform you that you can head home now, but you must rest.” “Alright, thanks, doctor.”“Thank you, Sheila; I’ll make sure she does exactly that.” Mr. Jordan reaffirms, and I stare at him. He seems to be taking this personally.“Great, take good care of her.”“We will, ma'am,” Rachel replies.I feel so bad. All she wanted to do was have fun and spend some time with her fath
“Hey, buddy,” Tony says while patting my back. “Hey, where’s Brittney? I have a little something for her.” I say as I stretch a bottle of vintage wine. “A Vitnipa 1906 bottle? I'm jealous.”Brittney strolls out in an army green dress, looking prettier than ever.“Is that Baker’s voice I hear?”“It sure is. Pregnant and glowing, I like.”“Hey, her husband is right here, in case you forgot.” Tony yells from the kitchen.“Can't a man speak his truth again?”“Are you sure you are okay?” Brittney asks with concern written all over her face.“Yes, Do I look not okay?” I ask jokingly, knowing fully well I'm not.“Dinner is ready.” Tony says, placing the baked potatoes alongside the other dishes on the table. We all take our seats as Brittney locks hands with Tony. He gestures for me to join mine.“Let's pray. Heavenly Father, we've come to thank you for your provision. Thank you for giving us reasons to celebrate. We ask, dear Lord, that you do not take away our happiness and you bless us r
After the tumultuous incident of the panic attack, several days have passed, and I find myself restored and well-rested. The presence of my mom has brought joy not only to everyone around but to me as well. Assisting with Ray and offering steadfast support, she has returned to her place. Meanwhile, Jordan embarked on a weekend business trip, set to return on Monday evening. Now, with just Rachel and me at home for the weekend, I anticipate the moments ahead with eager anticipation.“Miss Patricia, what do you think we should do today?” Rachael asked. We did a movie marathon last night and had a sleepover party watching movies and painting our nails, and she was the one who suggested it, so it’s my turn to come up with something.I ponder, striving to uncover activities that would delight her on this tranquil Sunday evening. Glancing out the window, I'm greeted by the sight of impeccable weather. Suddenly, a brilliant idea blooms within me, inspired by the enchanting flowers in the gard