"Okay, so what combination of drinks do you think I should get? I'm open to new things", Sarah propped her chin on her elbow and leaned across the bar.
"Let's leave mixture of drinks for now. Ever had a single malt?", Will asked her.
"Nope", Sarah replied him.
"What's your drink?"
"Uhm, vodka? A little bit of champagne and spiked fruit punch"
"Then you need a single malt Scotch whisky"
"And why is that?", Sarah leaned closer, a smile playing on her lips.
"Because it hits closer than home and because if we're talking about widening your selection of drinks, alcohol to be specific, we have to include that", he explained.
"Oh, well. I'd say, let me take your word for it but that'll be a cliche. You're after all a bartender and you know your stuff"
"All to well", Will replied her and took out a bottle.
"Now, I'm going to pour you
Handel walked into his parents house, a grim expression on his face, juan by his side. It was clear to anyone who saw him that the last place he wanted to be was here. It had been home to him for years brfore he knew what a home was supposed to be like.After he moved out, he barely came home. It was easier to be far away than nearer to his parents. Even now, he was here because there was a lot at stake. He had sacrificed a lot because of what he wanted and as much as he hated coming back, it was a little inconvenience compared to others.“are you sure you don’t want to back out now? I could give you the perfect cover”, juan said from beside him.“he is not going to believe a word of anything I say if it doesn’t go according to his plan. I’ll be fine. It’s all a matter of saying yes to whatever bullshit he spews and find a way to counteract it later”, Handel replied him.“alright. I think I should chip in a word or two too. What do you think?
"I am only going because you are such a nag”, Sarah crossed her arms, staring at Pierce.“nope. Yhou are doing this because you need to. Because I am not going to let you mope around like some wounded bear. You need to go out and find someone, Sarah”“I do not need someone. I need to work and sleep”, sarah replied stubbornly.“you have been doing that for a week. Taking up things that are none of your business, getting yourself all worked up and shit. You, love, need to relax”, Pierce told her.“I would have been if you haven’t suggested I hear Juan out. As it stands, you are the reason my brains is all muddled up. If I had not heard a word about the bullshit he had to say, I wouldn’t have to bury my nose in work to escape the what ifs. ““I said I was sorry, didn’t I? that is why I am trying to make it up to you, trying to give you a night out. Just go, have fun an
Sarah walked into her boss's office with the written report edited and ready to be published.After going out with Micheal the previous night, she had settled down on it, feeling as though she could now finally do it without the thought of Handel occupying her mind in the most unhealthy way.She had focused on Micheal, how nice he had been during dinner, funny and absolutely down to earth. He had none of the sophisticated charm Handel had shown but he was okay, all the same.She had also agreed to see him again although she wasn't sure if anything would happen between them both. They seemed to strike off as two good friends.She knocked on the door and walked in."Sir, I have the report ready for publishing as soon as possible"Her boss spared her a glance and beckoned on her to sit.Sarah was surprised. Her boss had never done something like this. He preferred people standing while he sat, some so
"I hate you, with everything in me"He held her hand, a somber look on his face."Don't do this. Let me explain""What the hell do you want to say?", She asked him, her arms folded around her middle."It's not the way it looks. I want you to trust me when I say do"Sarah shook her head."I did that once and it cost me a whole lot""Sarah...", he made a move to hold her hand.She flinched. The look on her face was one of pure disgust and hatred."Don't touch me, you fucking disgust me. You make me sick. I wish I never met you"
Sarah walked out of the office, her head raised high and her feet on a straight march out of the building. She needed to get away so fast, to cry tears that were threatening to pour down.When she got into a cab, she let out a choked sob that had the driver glancing back at her with concern etched in every line of his face."I'm fine, just drive please." She said to him, while trying to compose herself and not cause more embarrassment to her already embarrassed self. Not that the driver looked disgusted though, because he looked into his glove compartment and handed her a box of tissues.He must see blubbering females with swollen eyes and trembling lips like me every day, she silently mused.How could she had gotten herself into this mess? And what was it about Handel that shook her to the very core? She had been with other men before him, flings and short term relationships that had ended mutually. Most
Sarah walked into the office she shared with three other people the next day, with sunglasses on her face. She was trying to hide her puffy eyes as she had cried throughout the night. She didn't want to have to explain to her overbearing boss how she had been dumped days before and had proceeded to cry her eyes out the previous night.Her boss Juan Carlos, would never understand. He was a man that abhorred female weakness with a firm distaste. One couldn't blame him though, not considering the nasty divorce he had gone through and the outrageous child support he had to pay each month despite the fact he hadn't gotten any child privileges with his son.So, if she had to wear the sun glasses to avoid a potential wash down even though she hated it, she would. She had barely gotten into the seat behind her desk when someone banged his fist on her desk."Oh, tell me all about it" he drawled.Sarah looked up and
Handel walked into his office with a frown on his face and shut the door firmly behind him. He walked up to his massive oak desk and sat in the large chair behind it. His intercom buzzed and he angrily answered it."Yes?" he bellowed out"I'm really sorry Mr. Donovan, but your mother says she needs to see you. She says she won't leave until she does.Handel sighed. Of all days to come and see his, his overbearing mother chose today. No doubt she was here on behalf of her husband. The head of the Donovan Empire wouldn't stoop so low as to come to his son's office so he sent his wife."Send her in, Ellen and cancel all my appointments for today."His door opened and his mother walked in. She sat on a sofa at the far end of his office close to the window that overlooked the city and primly crossed her legs."How are you, Handel?" she asked, quietly."I'm really busy mo
Sarah walked into the office and sat on her chair with a plop. She laid the file she had gotten from her boss on her desk and proceeded to read it. Her boss had given her information on the next celebrity she had to interview and it was the daughter of one of the biggest manufacturing companies in the city, Annabel Evans.The good part was that Annabel was a social media sweetheart. Maybe that would make the interview way easier for both of them. Anyways, she had to read more about Annabel before she went to meet her and all the information she needed was in the file before her.Her thoughts suddenly veered to the night before and the conversation she had with the friendly bartender. He had told her that it was perfectly fine to be hurt and cry out or even lash out. He also told her that all of it was a part of a healing process that might take either a short period or a long while. And he had made a lot of sense to her, because she had gotten to he