LINCOLN’S OFFICE wasn’t that huge and not that small either. His desk sat near the wall, his swivel chair creaked as he leaned on it. On his left, there was a huge glass wall that showed the cityscape. There was a set of sofa on the right side, a small coffee table in the middle of them.
Although it looks so simple and so manly, Shun can’t help be but awe. That’s why he’s standing in front of the glass wall for about quarter an hour now, staring and being amazed at the scenery.
“Wow,” he muttered, for about ten times now.
Lincoln, who’s looking at him from time to time and getting amused, chuckled. “You still not done being fascinated there?”
“Because I’ve never seen something like this before.” Shun can see the traffic below, people walking that seemed like ants because of small they looked. He looked up at the buildings, and one of the highest building he had seen so far is th
chapter 11INSIDE THE Vega’s Company building is bustling with employees, especially at the workshop of Mrs. Laine Vega. The wide hall contained several aligned workspaces for the employees. Everyone was working on their own tables and mannequins, some of them currently sewing fabrics.Everyone is busy, and along with the busy scene, everyone can be seen as tense and silently panicking. One of the employees named Anne is currently working on her autumn theme mini dress. Like other employees, her moves were also quick, wanting to get done as soon as possible as the rest of the employees.The reason is that it was a special that day.They must be able to present a deserving dress to their boss, Mrs. Laine Vega. It was because that day was the arrival of the CEO of Fengs, Yumena Feng, and she will finally going to pick a design that is deserving to be part of the Fengs’ pre-event gala. The theme was their dresses should be in
MRS. VEGA’s mood seemed to have changed the moment Jade uttered her answer. Nevertheless, she still managed to usher the two visitors outside the company’s building with a smile.“Thank you so much for visiting, I hope you’ll visit us again soon,” Mrs. Vega said.“Thank you, Mrs. Vega. It was such a pity I can’t stay long. I still have meetings to attend.” Yumena offered her a smile, aware of how the other became suddenly off earlier. It’s not that it’s her business, so she just let things through.“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Mrs. Vega smiled widely, silently wishing it wasn’t obvious that it’s a fake one. If Yumena noticed, she chose not to speak about it.The two got on the car with Evan as the driver. Mrs. Vega smiled at them and waved as the car maneuvered away from their building. When the car was nowhere in sight, her smile went gone. Her face was deadpanned
THE ROOM was quiet.The only thing that can be heard is the soft, steady beeping sound of the ICU ventilator beside the bed, where a young woman laid. The sky outside the windows is bright and sunny, complementing the news that will soon be revealed.The door opened with a soft creak. A nurse came inside the room. Her gaze went to the woman peacefully sleeping on the bed and walked towards her.She had been a few years in her work, and what was she knew is the lady who’s lying on the bed had been in coma for about five years now. She remembered she has a brother and a friend who’s always visiting her. Not that she knew them, but she can feel that that two people badly wanted her to wake up.She went beside her and checked her vitals. When she was fixing the tubes connected on her wrist, a small twitch from the patient’s hand got her eyes widen.Is it her hallucination? Or the patient really moved?But when she swept her gaz
“I’M SORRY.”Lincoln stopped from measuring a fabric on the mannequin. They were inside a room, a studio specifically. It was an average size rectangular room with white walls. The sun shone through the windowsill, adding to the brightness of the room that contained several mannequins, and tables; and on the tables, there were fabrics, a sewing machine, rulers, pencils, tape measures, and other designing materials. There were cloth racks on the side of the wall that hang several dresses, all with different colors and designs. On the wall, there’s a bullet board standing, and pinned on it were over dozens of sketches of dresses and gowns. Lincoln’s mom made them borrow it, to let them work on the dress the CEO of Fengs had picked. Mrs. Laine Vega had thought it was Shun who drew it, but in fact, it was her own son. The moment they stepped inside this studio, Shun was standing dumbly on the side while Lincoln is starting work, because, among the two of them, Lincoln was the one more fa
SHUN COULDN’T wait for the day to end.His back hurts like hell, his shoulders slumped, and his feet are close to numb as he wiped the dirty table with a round rug. It’s almost 11 PM, and the last customer had just gotten out a few minutes ago. Now, he just had to wipe all the tables clean and lock up the resto before he can go home.Usually, the resto owner wouldn’t allow him to be the one who will take care of the shop, at least not alone, for he was only a temporary waitress until the original came back from her vacation. Yes, waitress. It is because he is appeared to be Sheen right now. Long story short, Sachi recommended him to the resto owner to be a substitute, but the owner doesn’t want a male waiter. She seemed to hate every living man in the world—as of the moment—as Sachi told him she had just her heart broken by a man. But rest assured that that ‘hate’ wouldn’t last long, because she can’t just reject her male employees in her small resto, especially her male customers.He
HE ISN’T sober, that’s a fact. But that wasn’t an excuse to just kiss someone!As if burnt, Shun pulled away as quickly as a heartbeat. “Shit, sorry—I’m really sorry, Lincoln—I wasn’t—shit.” Wasn’t what? Wasn’t going to kiss you? You just did idiot! He looked away from Lincoln because of embarrassment and frustration with himself. Will the floor just swallow him right now?“Sheen.” Lincoln’s voice was soft but he managed to hear it. However, he refused to look at him. No, he can’t. Not right now. What was he thinking kissing him while he was asleep? Or so Shun thought.“Sheen.”What if Lincoln thought of him as someone who would take advantage of anyone? Why did he even do that? What if Lincoln—A hand grasped his shoulder and turned him to face the man seated beside him. A pair of dark brown eyes met his brown ones. Lincoln’s serious gaze made him gulp. What now?Before he could say something, Lincoln pulled him.It was so sudden he didn’t even realize it until he felt Lincoln’s lips
LINCOLN WOKE up with a start.The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was the white ceiling. Strange. As far as he can remember, his ceiling is painted sky blue.As if realizing what was happening, Lincoln scrambled to get up from the bed. He pushed the thick blanket off his body and a surge of panic came to him when he found that he was only wearing his boxer. Nothing more. An excruciating pain hit his head and he winced. Hangover. He roamed his eyes around the unknown room. “What the hell happened?” He can’t remember shit.All white, some furniture is black. It looks normal nonetheless. From the looks of it, the person who owns this room is well-off. But who is itA door from the side softly creaked open, revealing the person Lincoln had been just wondering about a while ago.A man in his twenties, probably around his age, walked inside with a tray of water and a bottle of pills. Harue met Lincoln’s eyes, and his brows slightly raised. “Oh, you’re awake?”Lincoln answere
“YOU’RE LATE.”Shun wiped off the sweat on his forehead. “I’m sorry.” He’s slightly panting as if he just had been into a long run. He then stood straight in front of his manager at the pizza parlor. “I encountered some minor accident on the way.”Shun wanted to grimace. Minor. He was almost kidnapped. Kidnapped!Shun barely even believed himself when thought of that. Earlier, he was just casually doing his job—his other job as a delivery guy—when he was tasked to deliver pancakes at a squatter area, then he found out that the customers were gangsters!
LINCOLN WOKE up with a start.The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was the white ceiling. Strange. As far as he can remember, his ceiling is painted sky blue.As if realizing what was happening, Lincoln scrambled to get up from the bed. He pushed the thick blanket off his body and a surge of panic came to him when he found that he was only wearing his boxer. Nothing more. An excruciating pain hit his head and he winced. Hangover. He roamed his eyes around the unknown room. “What the hell happened?” He can’t remember shit.All white, some furniture is black. It looks normal nonetheless. From the looks of it, the person who owns this room is well-off. But who is itA door from the side softly creaked open, revealing the person Lincoln had been just wondering about a while ago.A man in his twenties, probably around his age, walked inside with a tray of water and a bottle of pills. Harue met Lincoln’s eyes, and his brows slightly raised. “Oh, you’re awake?”Lincoln answere
HE ISN’T sober, that’s a fact. But that wasn’t an excuse to just kiss someone!As if burnt, Shun pulled away as quickly as a heartbeat. “Shit, sorry—I’m really sorry, Lincoln—I wasn’t—shit.” Wasn’t what? Wasn’t going to kiss you? You just did idiot! He looked away from Lincoln because of embarrassment and frustration with himself. Will the floor just swallow him right now?“Sheen.” Lincoln’s voice was soft but he managed to hear it. However, he refused to look at him. No, he can’t. Not right now. What was he thinking kissing him while he was asleep? Or so Shun thought.“Sheen.”What if Lincoln thought of him as someone who would take advantage of anyone? Why did he even do that? What if Lincoln—A hand grasped his shoulder and turned him to face the man seated beside him. A pair of dark brown eyes met his brown ones. Lincoln’s serious gaze made him gulp. What now?Before he could say something, Lincoln pulled him.It was so sudden he didn’t even realize it until he felt Lincoln’s lips
SHUN COULDN’T wait for the day to end.His back hurts like hell, his shoulders slumped, and his feet are close to numb as he wiped the dirty table with a round rug. It’s almost 11 PM, and the last customer had just gotten out a few minutes ago. Now, he just had to wipe all the tables clean and lock up the resto before he can go home.Usually, the resto owner wouldn’t allow him to be the one who will take care of the shop, at least not alone, for he was only a temporary waitress until the original came back from her vacation. Yes, waitress. It is because he is appeared to be Sheen right now. Long story short, Sachi recommended him to the resto owner to be a substitute, but the owner doesn’t want a male waiter. She seemed to hate every living man in the world—as of the moment—as Sachi told him she had just her heart broken by a man. But rest assured that that ‘hate’ wouldn’t last long, because she can’t just reject her male employees in her small resto, especially her male customers.He
“I’M SORRY.”Lincoln stopped from measuring a fabric on the mannequin. They were inside a room, a studio specifically. It was an average size rectangular room with white walls. The sun shone through the windowsill, adding to the brightness of the room that contained several mannequins, and tables; and on the tables, there were fabrics, a sewing machine, rulers, pencils, tape measures, and other designing materials. There were cloth racks on the side of the wall that hang several dresses, all with different colors and designs. On the wall, there’s a bullet board standing, and pinned on it were over dozens of sketches of dresses and gowns. Lincoln’s mom made them borrow it, to let them work on the dress the CEO of Fengs had picked. Mrs. Laine Vega had thought it was Shun who drew it, but in fact, it was her own son. The moment they stepped inside this studio, Shun was standing dumbly on the side while Lincoln is starting work, because, among the two of them, Lincoln was the one more fa
THE ROOM was quiet.The only thing that can be heard is the soft, steady beeping sound of the ICU ventilator beside the bed, where a young woman laid. The sky outside the windows is bright and sunny, complementing the news that will soon be revealed.The door opened with a soft creak. A nurse came inside the room. Her gaze went to the woman peacefully sleeping on the bed and walked towards her.She had been a few years in her work, and what was she knew is the lady who’s lying on the bed had been in coma for about five years now. She remembered she has a brother and a friend who’s always visiting her. Not that she knew them, but she can feel that that two people badly wanted her to wake up.She went beside her and checked her vitals. When she was fixing the tubes connected on her wrist, a small twitch from the patient’s hand got her eyes widen.Is it her hallucination? Or the patient really moved?But when she swept her gaz
MRS. VEGA’s mood seemed to have changed the moment Jade uttered her answer. Nevertheless, she still managed to usher the two visitors outside the company’s building with a smile.“Thank you so much for visiting, I hope you’ll visit us again soon,” Mrs. Vega said.“Thank you, Mrs. Vega. It was such a pity I can’t stay long. I still have meetings to attend.” Yumena offered her a smile, aware of how the other became suddenly off earlier. It’s not that it’s her business, so she just let things through.“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Mrs. Vega smiled widely, silently wishing it wasn’t obvious that it’s a fake one. If Yumena noticed, she chose not to speak about it.The two got on the car with Evan as the driver. Mrs. Vega smiled at them and waved as the car maneuvered away from their building. When the car was nowhere in sight, her smile went gone. Her face was deadpanned
chapter 11INSIDE THE Vega’s Company building is bustling with employees, especially at the workshop of Mrs. Laine Vega. The wide hall contained several aligned workspaces for the employees. Everyone was working on their own tables and mannequins, some of them currently sewing fabrics.Everyone is busy, and along with the busy scene, everyone can be seen as tense and silently panicking. One of the employees named Anne is currently working on her autumn theme mini dress. Like other employees, her moves were also quick, wanting to get done as soon as possible as the rest of the employees.The reason is that it was a special that day.They must be able to present a deserving dress to their boss, Mrs. Laine Vega. It was because that day was the arrival of the CEO of Fengs, Yumena Feng, and she will finally going to pick a design that is deserving to be part of the Fengs’ pre-event gala. The theme was their dresses should be in
LINCOLN’S OFFICE wasn’t that huge and not that small either. His desk sat near the wall, his swivel chair creaked as he leaned on it. On his left, there was a huge glass wall that showed the cityscape. There was a set of sofa on the right side, a small coffee table in the middle of them.Although it looks so simple and so manly, Shun can’t help be but awe. That’s why he’s standing in front of the glass wall for about quarter an hour now, staring and being amazed at the scenery.“Wow,” he muttered, for about ten times now.Lincoln, who’s looking at him from time to time and getting amused, chuckled. “You still not done being fascinated there?”“Because I’ve never seen something like this before.” Shun can see the traffic below, people walking that seemed like ants because of small they looked. He looked up at the buildings, and one of the highest building he had seen so far is th
SHUN DIDN’T know when he had stood up and walked, but maybe he did, considering how he end up in front of a door. And it wasn’t his apartment’s door.Shun gulped and raised his hand to knock but stopped in midair. Is she still awake? It’s almost 12 AM by now. He shook his head and knocked.Moments later, the door opened.Shun expected a somewhat disheveled and had just gotten off the bed from a deep sleep look, but he was welcomed by a fully awake Sachiko.“Hey,” Shun greeted softly, slightly surprised. He sniffed lightly and a liquor smell filled his nostrils. His brows creased. “Have you been drinking?”Sachiko gave nothing away as she stared at Shun’s face. “Are you one of the girls I dumped before?”Shun cocked his head to the side because of confusion, but his lips parted when he realized what was happening. Chuckling, he said, “Silly. It’s me, Shun.&