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Alex . . Every movement, every turn, shot pain through me. My body was still sore from yesterday’s exercise. It would have been justified if I actually did much—but I didn't. The black ink on the paper before me faded into a blur. I shook my head, shaking off the tiredness that blindfolded me, and the writings became vivid. I trailed the paper with my pen, reading word for word, yet it was hard to focus. A minute had passed by, and I was still stuck on a sentence. I dropped the pen and rubbed my face with a palm. My phone buzzed, and I picked it up. “Have you asked your secretary?” Benjamin asked “About the file, Been busy. I even forgot about it.” I spun the pen between my fingers. “You forgot, that’s new,” Benjamin remarked. For some reason, his words pricked at me, and a frown formed on my face. “What do you mean? I’m not allowed to forget things,” I said with a clipped tone. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Benjamin chuckled, and

Sophie ..The morning was cold, but it couldn’t compete with the chillness in Alex’s tone. “So let me get this straight. You are saying Sophie is accusing Timmy of stealing her design.” Alex’s eyes jumped between Mrs. Moore and Timmy. He turned to me. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Warmth broke into his tone.I sat without uttering a word, leaving silence to swallow the meeting room, not because I was terrified but because I was struggling with my pregnancy symptoms. Each time I opened my mouth, the nausea threatened to escape. Each inhale infused me with more fatigue. Mrs. Moore scoffed and leaned back into the chair. “I don’t care whether you get it straight or not, but it is what it is. I was disappointed too. Since you spoke so highly of her. Like she was special.”Alex cut her off. “Let Sophie speak first.” He glared at Mrs. Moore. He turned back to me. “Explain what happened to me.” His tone was like a chameleon—cold to Mrs. Moore and warm to me.Mrs. Moore glowered, an

Sophie..I stared at my face in the mirror; it did look pale, no wonder Alex said all those two days ago. I tilted my face, wondering if I needed to add more makeup.A knock on the door came, and I snapped towards it. “Palma?” “It’s Luca.” His deep voice came from the other side of the door.Opening the door, my eyes fell on Luca, dressed in black silky pajamas. Two buttons down, exposing a sliver of his broad chest.“Good morning.” A soft smile pulled the corner of his lips.“Good morning,” I responded, my fingers playing with the flare of my red skirt.Luca grazed my face with the back of his fingers. “Are you feeling alright?” His tone was low but tight.His touch felt like a gentle breeze brushing against my skin. "Yeah, I am.”Withdrawing his hand from my face, he dipped it in his pocket. “I want to ask you something.”“Okay.”“There’s a dinner party tonight, and I would love it if you could accompany me.” A soft pull tightened my chest as I recalled what happened at the last

Sophie..I remembered the medications on his table when he called in sick, and that’s how I found myself bouncing my foot on the floor of the cab, the thud muffled by the car mat. Once I arrived outside of the bar, I pulled out some cash and handed it to the taxi driver before stepping out. I pulled my beige coat tighter around myself as the breeze wrapped me, squeezing chills into my body.Stepping into the bar, I scanned around. My eyes fell on Alex, sitting in the dimly lit corner of the bar. His appearance was disheveled but undeniably compelling. His hair fell over his head, brushing against his brooding eyes. His shirt, once neat, now opened at the collar, his tie hanging loose. His sleeves rolled up, his long fingers holding a glass of alcohol. He looked good for a dying man.I settled in the seat next to him. “What’s the meaning of the text?” A wide grin—a beautiful one—crawled up his lips. He swirled the glass before taking a gulp. Seeing him in this state was surprisin

Sophie ..Monday came too soon. I trudged into the hotel. The soft chatters of other workers mingled with the unrelentless buzz of the machines. It was as though the whole of New York City had found its way into the hotel.I stepped into the elevator that would take me to the floor of Alex’s office. I stared at the floor indicator as it ascended, and my pulse hiked. My stomach twisted—maybe out of nervousness or probably excitement; whichever the feeling was, it wasn’t welcomed. When it arrived on the fifth floor, it slid open, and I made my way to his office.I took a deep breath before knocking and opening the door. His seat was empty, and so was his desk. Realizing he hadn’t arrived at work, my pulse returned to normal. My chest tightened. Today I had to go for my antenatal. Now, Alex isn’t around. I would have to meet Mrs. Moore. Ever since Timmy was fired, her hatred for me intensified. She’d always give me impossible deadlines and complicated designs.Dropping the file he had