Samantha had dreamed last night that she was being run over and over again by a big truck!
"Ouch..." After she woke up, she slowly sat up, feeling that her entire body was about to fall apart. "What's wrong with me?"Her eyes fluttered, looking around, then looking at herself.When she looked down, her clothes were gone!After her brain was stunned for a while, the memories of yesterday's wedding feast flooded in, as well as the call from Mark to ask her to go to a certain room... After that, what about the wedding?Samantha immediately got out of bed and prepared to get dressed. “Oh, no, no. How's the wedding going right now? Won't my family be worried?”Suddenly, when she got out of bed, she fell on the carpet."Ah..." She cried out with a pale face, twisted in pain.When she raised her head, she saw that in front of her was the unfamiliar luxurious presidential suite.She still had some vague memories of yesterday's situation, but she didn't remember very clearly. She only remembered that she was hugging someone...Samantha immediately called out, "Mark?"There was no response at all!The man had already left.Just as Samantha was not sure what was going on and getting worried, her phone rang. It was Ben, the head driver of the Stiles family."Hello, Ben, how was my engagement with Mark last night? What happened next?" Samantha immediately asked anxiously. She had too many questions and did not understand a thing,"Why am I alone in the hotel? I don't see Mark anywhere in the room.""Miss Samantha, you're finally on the phone. Don't go back to your house now. You haven't returned since you left last night. Now that Mr Mark is renouncing his marriage with you, he and your elder sister ...""What?" Samantha did not understand the situation at all or anything she was hearing.Her head was spinning."Yesterday, Mark told me to leave the party. He and Taylor, what happened to them?""Miss, you'd better watch TV by yourself. In short, don't go back to the family house now. Master is terribly angry..."After Samantha put down the phone in a daze, there was only one sentence in her mind, playing over and over like a broken CD.Mark Fisher had renounced their marriage!Why? Didn't he ask her to come to this room yesterday?Samantha dragged her throbbing body to turn on the TV. The MF Enterprise was one of the top real estate core group brands in the country. It was Mark himself, the current CEO of the group, who held a press conference on television"I'm here to announce to the media that I'm canceling the engagement with the second daughter of the Stiles Group, Miss Samantha Stiles." The man, Mark who charmed the whole city said at the press conference, "After Samantha left at the wedding feast yesterday, she stayed up all night with a certain man, this kind of woman who cheated before marriage and misbehaved will have nothing to do with me, Mark, my work, MF and my family."Standing beside Mark Fisher was the Stiles family's eldest daughter, Taylor.Samantha wondered why she stood there but she didn't have to wonder for long before a voice came from the Television.The reporter asked the beautiful woman standing beside him again, "Then may I ask the eldest daughter, Miss Taylor, will the Stiles family give the Fisher family an explanation about Miss Samantha's cheating before marriage last night?""That is Samantha's personal problem. It has nothing to do with my family." Taylor stood very close to Mark and said with a clear cut voice. She had an ice-like beauty and told reporters with a decent smile:"Because even though Samantha is the adopted daughter of the Stiles family, she has always lived outside. Her usual way of life, our family can't interfere much. However, the family's shares in her hand have been withdrawn. My father also is very disappointed in Samantha's behavior. The Stiles family may end their relationship with her..."Samantha's head thumped repeatedly as she watched the press conference on TV.Mark said that she cheated on her before marriage? The Stiles family had taken back her shares? Her own family? Now calling her adopted?All this bolts of news, Samantha keeps taking them blows that won't stop coming.Thinking of the glass of wine that Mrs. Stiles gave her last night, Samantha had a bad feeling as it was not long after she started to feel woozy.Also, could it be that the document that Taylor had brought to her to sign when she was confused was the document to transfer the shares in her name?Samantha stared into blank space as it dawned on her that her own family had betrayed her.Betrayed enormously, and feeling very down, she doesn't exit the room and just stays on the bed all day, thinking over and over again about the unfairness that had been meted out to her.What could she have done?Mark was her lover and boyfriend for years and now that they are about to marry, her own family comes in her way? The same family that was fawning over her not up to twenty four hours before?Samantha kept moving and turning over and over again. When food delivery came in the afternoon, she didn't open the door for them to come in because, partly she had not even heard the door ring and food was most certainly the last thing on her mind at that moment.Towards the evening, she stands up from the bed, wears her pink gown again from the night before and sets out to get answers to her questions and truths to what seems to be lies at the moment.She earnestly wishes it's all just a silly prank that would be over as soon as she shows up at home. That her family will all just laugh
Samantha sobs silently in the car, her pink gown ripped at the shoulder from the pull after falling down earlier.Renee glances at her and gives her a tissue. "You should stop crying. They should be the one doing so. Come on."Samantha sniffles and wipes her eyes slowly. She sighs sadly."You have no idea what has happened this last two hours. Hell, these past twenty fours hours.""Yes, I don't know much or even anything about what really happened but I have eyes to know that you are not that loose and something really happened backdoors. Let's stop talking about it. You need to eat something and take a shower.""Are you saying I smell?""Of course not..." She pushes her shoulder slightly. "...maybe just a bit."They both laugh.The rest of the ride to Renee's apartment is short and silent.Upon arrival, Renee helps Samantha to run a bath and prepared some food while waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.She shows up in a little bit, dressed in a cross shoulder top and bum shor
"Elena, I want the file with the proposition MF made.""In a minute sir."Claude drops the telephone and has his eyes fixed on the news in New York at the moment."Yes, we have Intel from a reliable source right now that Miss Samantha has just been disowned by her family after showing up at home in a mangled gown and messy hair, obviously, the aftermath of a steamy night with someone we've yet to identify. Tune in this time tomorrow for the wedding clips. Up next..."The TV goes blank.Samantha...Could she be the same Samantha Stiles? Claude is momentarily distracted by his thoughts and didn't hear Elena, his secretary come in with the documents he had requested for.She drops the file on his table, almost touching him. He quickly withdraws his hand and notices a small document on top of the others."What's this?" He asks, holding it up."It's the reprinted invitation letter that came from MF this afternoon.""I see. You can go."She bows and leaves the room. Ford opens the paper an
More than everyone in the noisy hall, Samantha is more than baffled at what the situation has come to be, but her head is all muddled and out of sorts from being kissed by this really handsome man who looks like he wants to have her there and now.She pulls away breathing heavily and inhales and exhales deeply to relax herself and steady her beating heart.Taylor, her dad and mum walk over to her.Her Dad whips her over in one fluid movement and slaps her heavily on the face. Samantha reels from the shock and almost falls.Second physical slap in two days from the same person.The man behind her catches her just in time and she leans into him for a moment of comfort, a moment of peace from what's happening outside his suit's lapel.She's rudely pulled out from her hiding place and shouted at."You whore. How dare you do that at my wedding?" Taylor screams and beats her body with the bouquet of flowers in her hands over and over again. Nobody makes a move to stop her so Claude steps in
Samantha steps out of the elevator into a wide hallway with different doors on the sides but a particular door is open with people coming in and out of the room. They all have numbers pinned to their shirts.She walks up to a lady who's sitting alone, reading something looking like a pamphlet. "Excuse me. Please where do we get numbers?""You just arrived? Go to that woman, she'll assign you a number. You have to hurry though because they can get to the last number before yours quick and when that happens, well, sorry."Samantha nods and gets her number immediately. She gently attaches the pin to her shirt. It reads in large numeric writing "32"She goes back to sit beside the lady from before and settles down beside her. She peeks at her number. She's number 30.A man exits the room sniffling hard and eyes red. The two ladies watch him go."Is it that bad in there?""It's terrible. Bad is an understatement. They are hiring just five people this year and there are still people coming.
Claude rifles through the files and personal documents in front of him and then picks one out of it all. He studies the mini picture on the document and stands up with it."You're not seeing the interview to the end sir?" One of the directors ask him"No. I have some things to take care of." He glances at the document again and leaves with a small smile on the corner of his lips.He really does have business to tend to.Choosing to not draw attention to himself, he takes the elevator downstairs and walks outside the door, hoping to meet Samantha before she leaves. He manages to see her hair whip into a taxi and as it drives away, he discovers he's not the only one watching the vehicle leave.They turn to face each other at the same time, the spark of recognition crosses their faces at the same time too."Mr Whyte." He walks up to him, quite cheerily, too cheerily infact, and extends his hands for an handshake. "I'm sorry our meeting at the wedding was quite sour. I'd love to make up f
The entire day after Samantha got her job acceptance message has been all fun and colourful. She's happy at herself at making such an achievement all by herself, without an external help from any influential person like her parents used to.All of Tuesday is spent shopping for the perfect and most official clothes they can find in Samantha's size. They had sorted everything and at the end of the stressful day, they had eaten out and then went house surfing.Samantha had already looked up some cost friendly and okay apartments for a single lady like her, and kept some pictures and addresses so they can go check them out later. In all the excitement, they play matchmaking for the clothes and Samantha picks up the clothes she will be wearing on her first day.It's a light red suit pant and cream shirt."How do I look?""Wow. Chic and official. Official Chic. You're fit to be one of those beautiful and sexy secretaries that get their bosses in the end.""What? Not that boss. I didn't even
Dylan chuckles as the elevator doors open to reveal a large workspace with many cubicles. Computers or laptops on each table, only a few towards the floor to ceiling windows are empty.A man walks over to meet them. "Good morning. Just on time. Punctuality is very important when you work here. The other interns are sitted over there..." He points to a large conference room just opposite the empty table. "Join them. You will be briefed by the boss on your place while you work here." They nod their thanks to him and walk into the conference room to meet three other people.Samantha looks around and she sees the lady that she sat with on the physical interview day. Happy to recognize someone in the room, she takes her seat beside her."Hi. I remember you. I'm Samantha." Sam formally introduces herself, holding her hands out for a shake.She looks at her outstretched hand but does not take it. "I'm Cheryl." She states coldly and looks away.Dylan shrugs at her from opposite her. The doo