Traizle "Zarsuelo, you are invited to a party." I told him, handing him the pink envelope that I had just received a while ago. He walked towards me. "A party? It's been a long time since I went to a party!" he replied excitedly as he opened the invitation letter. "Can I go to the party?" He asked. "Why are you asking me about that? If you want to go, then go." I answered. "Oh, it is not just an invitation letter. It is a business party." he replied while reading the letter. "Business what?" I asked. "We should get ready." Zarsuelo beamed. "We?" I asked back. Why 'we' sound like I am going with him to that party? "Of course! I am my company's representative and need you to go with me because you are my secretary. In that way, we can also find some investors or future customers," he answered, smiling widely. "You will be my date on Saturday. I can't wait for that day!" he added excitedly. I hate that kind of party. "Do I really have to go there? I don't think I can g
Traizle After our work, Zarsuelo and I headed to a dress and suit shop as we planned. "Good evening, Ma'am and Sir. Zarsuelo." The salesperson greeted us. "Good evening, I hope this won't go public for my privacy." Zarsuelo greeted back. The salesperson smiled and shook her hands saying, "Don't worry, Sir. We don't do that. Our guests' privacy is important." She assured us. She guided us to the main room. "What do you prefer, Ma'am?" She asked me after. "Do you have a sexy dress?" Zarsuelo answered. "You will wear that sexy dress. I am warning you, Zarsuelo." I growled silently, enough for him to hear it. He bobbed his head at me, pouting. "Why not wear one? I want to see you wear a sexy dress. Can you?" He asked. "Force me or I won't go with you?" I asked back. He clasped his hands and turned to the salesperson. "Anything, as long as it is good for her." He spoke. The salesperson laughed a bit before nodding. "Understood. How about you, Sir?" She asked. "I want a
Traizle Saturday came and they were now dolling me up in a room where Zarsuelo brought me. I insisted on going with the makeup I could do, but he told me he would bring me to a place where I could be prettier than usual. "You can now change into your dress, Ma'am Traizle." The woman who did my makeup said. I opened my eyes to see my reflection in the mirror. "You guys can definitely make a change." I complimented her. I can't deny they are professional. I look like a model in this makeup. And I should do this more often too. Makeup looks good on me. "Like what Mr. Zarsuelo said, you are already pretty. Adding some design to your face makes you more gorgeous." the woman replied. "I hope so." I just answered, standing up from my seat to change. I am wearing black ruched-waist long chiffon, according to the salesperson from the dress and suit shop. Paired with a moon pendant short necklace and a long tassel diamond crystal ear stud drop dangle earrings, I am also wearing poi
Traizle "Traizle." The younger Arias called me, sitting beside me as if we were close. Arching my right eyebrows at him, Arias lifted his hands. "I surrender." he added. "Zarsuelo is not here." I replied. He laughed. "I am not finding him," he responded and looked at me from head to toe. "Woah, you are beautiful tonight." he added. I shrugged my shoulders. "They told me that already." I retorted. He clapped his hands while shaking his head. "What confidence you have. I am starting to like you more," he answered. "What I meant is that I like you for my friend. You are feisty. You can control that dumb friend of mine who all he knows is to eat sweets." he added. I don't know if it is sincere, or if he is being sarcastic. "That dumb friend of yours might be looking for you. Better go and find someone you can talk to." I answered. "What a coldhearted woman." he replied, holding his chest as if he was sad about what I had told him. "Why are you talking to my girl—oh, Aiden m
Traizle "What do you think, Traizle?" Zarsuelo asked excitedly. Well, he's asking me about his new project. A project that is not related to his work and his company. He wants to make a playground on the ground floor so that his employees' children can play while their parents are working and for him to play with them. That's the main reason why he wants to build one. "I want to make a big playground on the ground floor. I will have three or four onlookers to make sure the children are safe." he added. He is more interested in doing this project, unlike the new project that the marketing team did. He even didn't mind our new possible investors that I told him about, saying he would entertain my report later. "Still, it is not right, Zarsuelo." I answered. "But I want to see some kids. Should I ask the building beside us to move? So that we can build a kindergarten?" He asked with his high-paid ideas. He suddenly talked about this topic when he saw one on his computer. Whi
Traizle "I am sorry for what happened a while ago." Archane guy said while we were fixing the table. I turned to him and nodded my head. "It's okay. It's not your fault. And also, you should tell this to our boss, not me." I answered. He shook his head. "I feel like I should say sorry to you as well," he responded. "Thank you for punching them for me. I was unable to fight back because Benedict's slaves were holding me tight." he added. I waved my hands. "No worries, I don't want something bad to happen to you too. You are not doing anything wrong," I told Archane. "Since you worked here, you were doing good. There's no need for me to get mad at you. Your family must be proud that you are working your ass off to earn money if they knew about this." I continued. He smiled as he shook his head. "He doesn't know about this," he answered. "He will get mad if he knows about this. " He grins. Then why is he working? After what happened, he's from a wealthy family, and his parents would
Traizle "Where did that idiot go that he is too late?" I muttered as I walked back and forth while waiting for Lyndon outside our house. It's already late, and Zac told me Lyndon never went home after school. I won't be worrying if he won't go home since Layzen has Zac, but Lyndon did not text any of us. That is why I didn't go to work at the Snack Bar. I kept on calling him, but he was not answering his phone. "The motorcycle seems so familiar to—what happened?" I asked Archane when he stopped before me with Lyndon on his back. "Why does he have these bruises? What happened!" I couldn't help but growl at him. "I don't know either, okay? Calm down first. Help me support him." Archane replied. I quickly went to Lyndon and supported him. "Who the hell did this to my brother!" I asked, unable to stop myself from crying in annoyance. "Let's get him inside." he suggested. We put Lyndon to bed. "What happened to Lyndon?" Layzen asked, crying as soon as he saw his older brother's stat
Traizle Layzen is worried about his brother. He is asking for help to beat the guys who hurt Lyndon. I let Layzen talk to Zarsuelo. I looked at Lyndon's phone to see if there was anything suspicious. I only saw a screenshot saying he had passed the scholarship application and needed to pass the requirements. I don't know if I should be happy or sad. When he had good news to tell, this happened to him. Tomorrow morning, I prepared our breakfast. Layzen went to school with Zac, although he does not like to go to school today because of Lyndon. "Traizle." I heard Lyndon call me. I went to his side quickly. "How do you feel? Are you okay?" I asked continuously. He nodded. "How did I end up here? I was beaten up in the street when I lost consciousness." he answered as he tried to sit up. "One of my co-workers at the Snack Bar saw you lying unconscious on the street. Fortunately, he knew my number, which is why he immediately helped you and took you home," I explained. "Why did this