Rising from my chair, I returned the receiver to its cradle and headed toward Caleb's office. The open office layout did nothing to protect me from the curious eyes of my coworkers following my every action.Though I could feel their stares on me, I didn't give a damn.It wasn't like there was anything going on between us anyway. As I got to his office door, I paused, took in a deep breath to calm myself before knocking. "Come in," He answered, his deep voice echoed from within. As I turned the knob and pulled it open, I felt my palm quivering and heard a slight but obvious squeak. The familiar scent of polished wood and his subdued cologne hit me as soon as I came inside. Caleb stood behind his desk, deep in work on some documents, his brow furrowed.His head snapped up, his gaze sharp but calm and too damn penetrating.“Close the door,” he ordered, not breaking eye contact.I obeyed, the soft click of the door closing behind me sounding final, like a judge’s gavel.I tried to
Tyler Morgan stood in front of his mirror, the silence of his mansion heavy around him. The house that once felt a bit welcoming now felt cold and empty. As he buttoned up his shirt, his mind moved far away, lost in the echo of a voice he couldn’t shake. Annie’s voice. The way she had looked at him, the edge in her tone when she said, "She's left the country, I'm not sure when she'll return." Was it really that bad? Bad enough to make her leave the country? His fingers paused mid-button. He could still hear it.. he disbelief, the judgment in Ann’s words. And what could he say to that? Yes, it was bad. He’d been bad. Very bad to her. He knew that now, but it was too late. The image of her was still so clear in his mind.. the way she used to stand in this very room, her laughter filling the space, making it feel like a home instead of this hollow shell. And he’d taken it for granted. Taken her for granted. “How could I have been so blind?” The marriage e
Tyler's brows wrinkled in confusion as he took another glance at the mail. “What the…?” he whispered, his confusion clear in his tone.Julie stood beside him, her fear rising as Tyler continued to stare at the phone.“Is everything okay?” she asked, trying a worried look to mask her own impatience.Tyler gave her a casual glance, his eyes still flitting over the message on his phone.He put his wine glass back in the tray and turned back to Julie. “Can we talk outside?” he whispered, his voice strained.Julie’s mind raced, her thoughts spinning like a fan.What's going on? she thought to herself, unable to hide the worry from her voice as she answered, “O-of course.”Her heart raced against her chest as she followed Tyler out the doors of the ballroom and onto the terrace, the warm night air doing little to calm her fears.She could only pray the drug hadn’t begun to take action yet. Otherwise, things were about to become very, very awkward.Oh wait, he didn't take a sip yet.. she
“So, you're saying there's nothing between you guys? He’s simply being kind to you?” Nelly's voice had a provoking tone, the one that generally caused me to feel as though I was under microscopic observation.From my PC screen, I turned upward and the brightness hurt my eyes.I knew Nelly wasn’t going to drop this. Not after she saw Caleb offer me a ride home yesterday.“Exactly. Nothing,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “He’s just… considerate, that’s all.”Nelly raised an eyebrow, leaning back with a doubtful look. “Come on, Sam. You can’t seriously expect me to believe that. He’s not just any guy. Guys like him don’t do ‘considerate’ without a reason.”I groaned, fingers pausing over the keyboard.Nelly had a point, but I wasn’t ready to accept it. “He’s just helping me out, okay? Maybe he feels bad for me or something. But that’s it.”Her smile softened into something more thoughtful as she held her gaze at me. “You know, sometimes people act a certain way bec
Monica's lips twisted into a cheeky smile, and her eyes gleamed with a mixture of amusement and defiance. "Oh," She scoffed, moving closer to Caleb. "I didn't realize I was now required to call you before coming to your office," she joked, her voice light and teasing, but with an hint of something that suggested a deeper familiarity.Caleb's shoulders fell slightly, and he let out a frustrated sigh while running his hand through his hair. "Let's talk in my office," he murmured, his tone low as he cast a short glance my way.I quickly looked away, pretending to be focused on my task. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but my mind was far from focused. For that little second, I could feel the weight of his gaze, which sent my mind spinning.Caleb turned without saying anything further and led Monica down the hallway, her heels clicking fiercely on the floor. The office came back to life around me, with everyone returning to their tasks, but I could still sense the tension in the
My mind raced as I walked back to my desk. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone in. Maybe I should’ve just waited, but the file couldn’t wait. I had to send it...Though the expression I had seen on Monica's face wouldn't leave my thoughts, I tried to ignore the uncomfortable sensation creeping up inside me.The way she looked at me, that cold, calculating gaze ...it send chills down my spine. And the way she stroked his hair so comfortably?... Damnit. There's definitely something between them, his girlfriend maybe. I shook my head.. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. Caleb's personal life wasn’t any of my business.But still... why does it feel like it was?The thought twisted in my stomach, making it difficult to breathe.Focus, Sam, I told myself as I approached my desk. Just get through the day huh.I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn't notice Nelly sitting at her desk, her head bent low over her phone. But something about how she tensed when she noticed me coming made
I looked at the message again, watching the words blur as a cold shiver ran down my spine, my palm tightening around the phone until my fingers turned white.My initial thought was to delete it and pretend I never saw it, but my finger hesitated on the screen, frozen by a mix of fear and confusion.Who could have sent this? And why me?My mind raced as I replayed the last few days, looking for anything... anyone... that may have led to this. Caleb's office, Monica, and Nelly's sudden interest in Tyler... Everything twisted together in my thoughts like a web that I couldn't untangle.People were buzzing about me in the office, working through their business without noticing the tension building inside me. I forced myself to breathe, but the air seemed thick, heavy, as though it were strangling me. I looked around, nearly expecting to see someone looking at me, their eyes burning into the rear of my head, but all I saw were colleagues softly chatting or glancing at their screens.Am I
Next morning. My alarm startled me from a restless sleep I didn't even know I had fallen into till now. As I sat up, my heart hammered, the events of last night surged back with a panic like it never left. Disoriented, I looked about and for a moment I couldn't remember where I was. But then the sight of my cute, familiar bedroom steadied me, even if it did not help to calm the strain coiling in my chest.The picture.My breath seized as I recalled the picture in the envelope. Still laying on the nightstand where I had left it. Just what's happening to me? I crossed to the window and peeked outside, kinda expecting to see someone hiding in the shadows, but the scene below was very normal. A few neighbors walked their dogs, and a couple of kids were already on their way to school, their laughs drifting up to me. Everything looked peaceful, quiet, as if I wasn’t being watched, as if I hadn’t gotten that scary message. But I had. And the picture was proof that whoever it was, a