Damian, sitting in his chair inside his office, is deeply analyzing the words that Sam had said yesterday. The phone on his desk rang but he didn't answer it. His frown intensified especially when Sam told him that while they are together, she will do everything in her power to protect him from her world. She seems to have forgotten who she is married to, he thought with annoyance. He leaned back on his chair. Just how cruel is your world, Samantha? He recalled the way her face changed when he surprised her by having her dog brought to Stratham. When he found her at the terrace, her expression was void of all emotions, the wall she had built over the years, gaining another inch. But when Gunny came in, it's as if it vanished as her expression changed into relief, knowing that she has someone with her now to erase her loneliness. Damian suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy towards her dog. Sam never had that expression on her face when she sees him. He wondered when will she
Sam leaned back on her chair as she read through the financial report that she requested that afternoon of the same day. She reached for a highlighter and started marking the figures that she checked.For the next two hours, she reviewed the files Shirley had placed on her table. The last folder she picked up contains the ongoing works at several floors of the building below where Damian's shopping mall will connect.Opening the file, she first read the progress report along with photos attached. She noted the delays and the buffer of works being done to ensure the target percentage."Shirley?" Sam called out, pressing on the intercom and waited for the answer. "Can you please check if Felix's at his office? I need to see him now.""He just came in here, Sam," Shirley responded with a hint of surprise in her voice. "I'll let him in."Sam stood up when the door to her office opened and Felix Conroy came in with a set look on his face. She already has a suspicion in her mind and it's fr
Sam entered her office the following day and abruptly stopped when she saw Felix Conroy standing by her office, obviously waiting for her arrival. She gripped the folder in her hand when he turned towards her expectantly.“Were you able to have the figures revised?” Felix then asked expectantly.Walking towards her desk, Sam placed her bag on the chair and handed him the folder. She watched as Felix opened the file and read through it with his eyes for a long while before finally nodding with satisfaction.“Good to see that you had him agree to this,” he said to her calmly. “The ROI he presented will not be suitable for us. Have this notarized immediately by legal, Sam and then we can put this to rest.”“I had Shirley call them to come here to get the file,” Sam informed patiently.“Well, that’s it then,” Felix said with finality. He looked at her and there was some glint in his eyes but decided not to say it. “As long as you are keeping McLaren in check, we won’t be seeing each other
Damian stared grimly as Sam was tucked into her bed by Ara in the room she had first stayed in at Stratham and watched Gunny immediately jumping up the bed and settled beside her, his head resting on her upper arm.Sam had also taken some pills.At Ara’s firm insistence, when they all decided to take Sam back home, she stepped up and told Damian to let Sam stay in a separate room. He was about to refuse but Oliver Morgan, Sam’s therapist backed her up. He was the unknown man in Sam’s office when he was able to bring Sam out of the toilet.He recalled what Sam said after he informed that he was called in urgently.“I thought I was going to be okay,” Sam only replied. She stood beside Damina silently for a long while. She was breathing slowly before looking back at Oliver. “But I don’t think I ever was, Ollie. I thought I was but I’m not. I don’t know what to do.”“I’m here,” Oliver assured as he walked towards her but stopped when Damian gave him a dark look. He gestured to one of the
Damian was left sitting on the couch as Ara and Vincent escorted Oliver out of his house, talking in lowering voices about Sam’s condition. He leaned back and closed his eyes as the words of her psychiatrist came haunting him back.“Sam said that she is dirty,” Oliver said.“Dirty?” Ara asked, aghast at the word. “How did she ever come up with that description to herself? Why did she even think of that?!”“She refused to expound,” Oliver responded grimly. “I tried to let her expound but stopped because the more I tried, the more she retreats. I cannot have that happened. It was difficult pulling her out from the abyss she drowned in.”Oliver continued to discussed some more about Sam’s condition and apologized that he couldn’t be able to give them more answers. Only questions have remained and he gave his word that he will check on Sam from time to time.“If she decides to go down at her own time, give her the upper hand,” he suggested. “She will for sure look for some affirmation. Ju
With her eyes hidden behind the dark glasses she wore, Samantha Kingsley-Cameron remained standing on her spot as she watched the priest blessed the casket one last time.The casket that contains the body of her late husband, Maxwell Cameron.When the priest was done, Samantha took a step forward and brought the white rose she has been holding to her lips and kissed it lovingly. She then placed the rose on top of coffin and then bent down to kiss the coffin one last time, her forehead resting briefly before finally standing up straight.Goodbye, my darling Maxwell, she thought as she watched others placed roses on top as well.“Sam?”Samantha looked up and turned at the sound of her name. She saw Maxwell’s daughter approached her with a concerned look on her face.“You’ve been sitting here for the past two hours since the funeral was over. We were looking for you at the reception hall,” Arabella Cameron-Grant said patiently. She took a seat beside her and placed a hand on Samantha’s c
One panel of the heavy wooden doors pushed opened quietly from the other side and a middle age woman with her dark hair tied up neatly into a bun enter, holding her Ipad and two folders. She pushed her glasses to the top of her nose as she approached the elegant wooden design executive desk, situated in the center of the office with large windows behind, with the view of the city skyline, now showing its violet hues, signifying the early signs of the evening on a Thursday.The swivel chair turned soundlessly as her footsteps approached.“Mrs. Cameron is the single, largest shareholder of Cameron Elite Holdings at 51% as well as Cameron Towers,” Joana Rollins reported patiently, placing the two folders down and occupying one chair in front. “The rest of the family in total had 30% of the share. Cameron Capital went equally to the two children.”Damian Aidan McLaren only remained silent as he opened one folder that contained the report that she had printed for him. He read through the p
Two years later…Vincent and Arabella Cameron went out of the car and closed the doors quietly. They stared down at the modern, contemporary beach house that was built several hundred feet above the beach. The architect that was hired had made sure that the house will not only be enjoying the panoramic view but also the natural ventilation and lighting as well as the function of the spaces.“I wouldn’t mind exiling myself here, if I may say. No wonder Sam won’t give this up,” Arabella commented as they walked towards the entrance and saw Sam’s personal car at the garage. She turned to her brother. “Are you sure that about the plan we, both talked?”“Not really,” Vincent answered calmly. “But, as what we had promised her, we will tell her everything.”“Did Damian say when he will be coming when he called you?”Vincent shook his head.“I didn’t bother asking him,” he replied seriously. “Who knows? He might be already here, checking out the property and probably investigating Sam’s backg