Liana Moore._____I stuffed my mouth with a fork-full of spaghetti. The restaurant served them best with baby kale salad and an avocado lime sauce which always worked wonders for me. Whenever I felt lazy to cook, since most of the time I ate at work or home with Mister Ross, you'd find me in Cain restaurant enjoying their spaghetti.Some of the waiters knew me. My arrival was always felt and they did not miss to approach me and tease me with my "the usual" order.I sat near a window that gave a view of the busy area. People moved about and vehicles made noises in the street creating an industrious ambiance. That was the noise I was craving for on my shitty Sunday.I had no idea why I needed to eat a lot. It was a day after my father's burial and even though I had resolved to never care about my family, every pain was now on my shoulders. The thought that he was gone forever was what gave me nightmares.I wanted to assume everything and move on but it hit hard to realize I even missed
Liana Moore____Monday morning found me at the Fitfood building for the interview. I nearly missed the interview as I overslept but luck was on my side. Though it had begun, there were still a few people who were waiting.As soon as I walked into the room where the interviewees were waiting, everyone turned to me with a deadly silence reigning. Not even a single sound could be heard, except maybe the noise made by my uneasy breaths. Maybe they were staring at my attire. I had a feeling with the ridiculous black-fitting dress that I chose to wear that morning. Or perhaps it was my hair which I styled with my fingers as I ran here. Oh, it could have been my face, definitely yes. I had a fever and I knew due to excessive blowing of the nose, I looked as red as a monkey's butt."Ah, ignore it and sit down. At least you made it." My super supportive inner voice encouraged me.I mentally calmed myself and ambled nervously to a three-seater seat that was occupied by two ladies. I could fee
Liana Moore _____ It was either I was the problem, or something was certainly wrong with Susan. I did not expect us to have a decent conversation, but the point where she couldn't even answer a question about the company was infuriating. I had delivered my papers to the HR office where I found her having a chat with Jonathan. Jonathan was an employee at the HR office.I had no plan to talk to either of them but when I heard her saying she canceled all of Oliver's meetings, I was concerned and I had to ask about it.The last time I checked, Mister Ross was supposed to have a meeting with William Banks. Everyone knew who William was. He had launched a new five-star hotel and a resort. The meeting with mister Ross was for Fitfood to start supplying food to his restaurants.He was to be part of major customers of the company but from what Susan was dishing to Jonathan, it appeared that the meeting was not gonna happen. As if the company hadn't lost customers already.There was an hour
Liana Moore___Some decisions in my life always fucks me up. Choosing to meet a client in Boss's place was probably the worst decision ever, but nothing happened. Yet. I had been expecting a call from work bearing news that I was probably fired again, but Tuesday arrived without hearing anything from Oliver. That meant I was to show up for the job as required.My usual job routine always started at Castillo mansion. I was supposed to pick him up so we could go to work as I discuss with him his schedule. At least that's what I used to do with Mister Ross. So was his son.I arrived earlier than usual, probably from anxiety or excitement. Being hired again at the company brought joy to my heart.The Castillo mansion was a dream paradise. The architectural building stood towering over the surrounding buildings. It was a house to point at whenever passing by the estate, an estate believed to be owned by rich people.Its exterior was painted white but most of the walls were those huge gla
Liana Moore.____ I tossed my handbag on the table and sighed in frustration. I couldn't help but glare at the door where Oliver walked into. He was getting on my nerves, and I was gonna pour my outrage on him anytime soon.I sucked in the fury and walked around the table. I sank into my seat and thanks to the comfortable leather chair because it calmed my tensed nerves. I leaned on the backrest and commenced swiveling. I needed a plan to tame him.He was not going to sign up with William Banks. I wondered what I was going to tell Knox William, he was visiting the company to tour around and then sign the contract, but the boss, Oliver, was against it.We were already on the edge of incurring major losses, we needed prominent organizations to sign up as our customers. I grabbed the iPad and checked Oliver's schedule again. The healthy inspector was to visit the central production kitchen. Oliver was to accompany him. Later he was to approve the new package of cassava chips. But ther
Liana Moore.____ Life taught me to appreciate everything that comes along. That was back when I was still my parents' daughter. Mum used to blackmail my life with threats. I never used to care about it because I was young, until I grew up and learned that my childhood was not a darling to me.She used to warn me about any bad thing a kid would do. And instead of punishing me and leaving it at that, she would threaten to stop taking me to school. Even if I spilled some water on the floor by mistake, she would threaten my career dreams.I got used to it, and I learned to avoid chaos by doing what she required me to do, even if it was too much for me. Same case as to what was happening. I did not take it seriously being the FitFood errand girl. It was not something new to me, so I did everything wholeheartedly.I served the members in the meeting with some coffee, with a smile.Once I was done, I left the conference room because it was clear that Oliver did not want me in. And I was n
Liana Moore______I woke up feeling pathetic in all ways possible. You would think my day to die had arrived but unfortunately, I was very much alive, and I was required to go to work and face Oliver. His words rang in my brain like a Catholic hymn song. It was as if he said them to me but I just overheard him. I hated to assume things but definitely, I was the pathetic employee he hired back. What was bothering me was the part where I was playing a role in his game.It was draining my good brain cells. Every passing second felt like it was eradicating my skin, leaving me in a skeleton state.A part of me urged me that he was not talking about me. But again, none of the employees who were fired was hired again. None. So I was his pathetic employee playing a fucking unknown role.I sighed and then grabbed my handbag. It was my brown huge handbag that could fit a newborn baby. I loved it mostly for its space to fit some few stuff I would need for my day. Mostly I packed breakfast prep
Oliver Castillo______The phone rang again. I stared at the name engraved on the screen for a while before a heavy sigh of despair fled through my nose. Monica. That was my mother's good name that she walked around with. She found pleasure in her name as if it was the best that one could have.It was a pleasure to see her call after so many months. She remembered her son but I did not answer.Shoving the phone into my pants pocket, I picked up a glass of champagne and took a slight sip. I could feel eyes on me, the silence between us meant I had an explanation to offer. But he knew me better than that, so he was going to get nothing.Leo scoffed then lowered his gaze to his plate. He almost made me uncomfortable for a second."Anyway, you and Jason went for a drink last night?" "You were the good boss, you did not want to join." I took a bite of my steak, it tasted almost bland making me lose appetite, or my mother was responsible for the feeling."I have a game to launch soon." He