~[CHAPTER FIVE]~
"Mr. Holden would like to see you"I froze at that utterance, eyes left beholding the form of Adalynn, who now made her way into the space that had been assigned to me earlier on."Sorry?" I gaped on at her, finding it difficult to have those words settle."Mr Holden would like to see you" She called, yet again. "And if I were you.......She drew even nearer, eyes holding onto mine. "I wouldn't be a minute late"Of course, I was used to being late. That now was her impression of me."And get this office to a better state" She called, face scrunched up."Even rats would reject living here" The scowl followed, right before her figure walked out of the modest, yet comfortable area I had grown to adapt to.Whoever did this gruff lady think she is? Was that some sort of show of authority out here?Do forgive me for wanting to speak highly of my previous organization, but in as much as I was irked by each one of them, I was no twerp to them.And yes, Adalynn might be the secretary to the company's director, but was that any right to ordering me around?There were departments here. Every department different from the other, estricted from those who had no business whatsoever there. So the next time, Mr Holden's secretary, who happened to have worked here longer than I have, comes to boss me about, I just might give her a piece of my mind.~~~My eyes dare not meet the ones before me.Calm they were, intent on me for the past five minutes since I made my entry into the area.There he remained, form relaxed back in that chair, eyes taking in my trepidatious figure."You're fascinating Miss Parker"That gaze of his lingered on me so well, I was left with nothing but to avoid it."You had called me into your office, sir" I followed at once, hands held together, eyes staring at the 'interesting' space on the ground."Yes. There has been a recent report of drop of sales in the company" His tone was low, eyes beholding the ones of mine which had snapped up at his utterance."Sir—""You haven't been doing a good job, Miss Parker"Excuse me?!Surely, this must be a joke, cause all I've had going each passing day, was have myself searching for just one thing that would shoot the company's ever-frequent sales even farther up the ladder.I went on creating presentations—Presentations I'm only coming to realise weren't even needed, worked with the advertising departments, and in as much as I deapise being bias to myself, I had done much more than I ever had since my eight years of Marketing and Communications.So, what now was he saying?"Mr. Holden, do forgive me. But I'm doing all I can to make sure the company achieves its goal, but you should know this isn't just one man's push" I called at once."It is of collective efforts" My voice was firm. "And trust me, if one department is lagging, the rest will fail""I believe that is yours to worry about, Miss Parker" He interjected.The balls he have!"For that was the reason you were employed" He followed.The silence which had now broken between our forms had caused all of me agitating, eyes shifting to the papers scattered on his desk."Or why do you think you were employed, Miss Parker?"His gaze on my remained, fingers stroking at his chin, while the quietude made its arrival. "Then I believe you should get to work, and fetch us results"I spun around at once, departing from the tension that had struck the room, but the sudden call of his voice got me pausing mid-words."Miss Parker?" Voice low, eyes lingering on me, I turned to behold that expression held on his face."You should stay after closing hours" He let out."There will be a meeting" He called, and at once resumed tending to the business held on his desk.~[CHAPTER SIX]~ I waddled into the large room acting as a conference hall, eyes taking in the number of figures scattered around the area. There they all were, forms surrounding the black, oval table centered in the space, and with voices pouring out, breaking the calm of the room, each one went engaging in a discussion with another. I had been here for at least enough time to get acquainted, yet a stranger, I felt. Perhaps, I was. No one bothered sparing my incoming form a glance. For all they cared, I was the company's new marketer. "Oh, come on people. It's just a minor issue" A voice called from beside the chair I had sank into, with the profile of a middle-aged lady coming into view. "Perhaps it is to address the new arrivals" Her gaze spun to me at once, a smile lighting up her red-stained lips. "Can you believe there's a new employee?" She pushed even closer, eyes intent in mine. "Some wretch, I'm informed of" Believe me, I heard those words just fine. "Lord knows our
~[CHAPTER SEVEN]~I lost every containment in me, as I came barging into this area, figure intruding on such quietude which made up the space. There he sat, the only figure I yearned to see ever since the meeting at the conference hall.Right away, was that form on the rewinding chair, back turned to the entrance, he had soon spun around at my entry, profile beholding mine. At the hold of that gaze, my chest burned, scrutiny fixed onwards, while those eyes came scanning my figure. "To what do I owe this, Miss Parker?" He appeared not a bit concerned about the occurrence in the previous meeting, instead, sat on his face, was that irksome expression he bore effortlessly."I think your decisions are unfair" I let out in a tone that was pushed by rounds of frustration, anger, exasperation and adamancy. "I thought we had all that banter settled in the meeting, Miss Parker" Came his voice, with the bastard deeming it much interesting turning to the glass of wine sat on his desk. "You
~[CHAPTER EIGHT]~"I'm Susy" The voice of the girl before me was filled with much cheer, and I tell you, in as much as the sweetness she was sure to be found with seemed most charming, it pissed me to the bone. "I know" My own voice poured low, eyes fixed on the files scattered over my desk. All those files which needed sorting—All of it one thing to be attended to, and I tell you, I was finding it hard doing just that when some prat went moving around telling me I wasn't living up to the certifications of my résumé. "The introductions were made earlier" Broke my voice, with me soon bringing my attention on the girl. "Oh" She pushed even closer, laying down the brown paper box held in her hands, figure soon sinking into the seat next to mine. I could feel that scrutiny parade my form, and I didn't need to turn around to tell the smile which was sure to take her face. The girl could be fired and you were sure to find her with a grin. Whatever was most pleasing about the day? Bel
~[CHAPTER NINE]~Knock! Knock! I turned to meet the questioning eyes of Tara, that gaze of hers keen on me for the past minute since the door had been threatened to be stormed down by whoever was out there.We rarely had visitors, none we expected. The only people you would find coming around, were the random flings she brought back for the night ever since— Knock! Knock! Knock! There followed that intrusive sound yet again. "A burglar" I scrunched up my face at the utterance, eyes narrowed at her form. "Have you been drinking?" I could affirm that New York was a wild place, but rarely on this corner, did we ever encounter burglaries. The security was pretty tight, and I could swear that was only our push for still having this apartment in our hold. "Don't look at me like that" Followed the voice of Tara, hands at once grabbing onto the dish plate laid on the table. "Haven't you heard the rumors going around?" "Ol' Kathleen was robbed on her way back from a charity event last
~[CHAPTER TEN]~Figures came strolling past my jumbled form, each one bearing a red envelope in their hands. The hubbub which befell the area, had my eyes shifting from here to there, hoping to understand what to make of the rabbles. At every corner one turned to, you were sure to find a jumbled form, all to influence the ruckus which had now pulled about. "Have you gotten one?" Face bearing a crooked grin, the figure of a man hurried past mine, eyes lingering on my disoriented gaze. "What is that?" My voice called after that departing figure, yet, there followed no answer from the fellow who appeared to have something much more interesting to tend to. "It's an invitation" I didn't need to turn around to tell who that voice belonged to—That damning calm voice of his, which emitted past my shoulders. And perhaps that was some charm of his, demanding attention, that is. Cause in a second, the once-growing hubbub had died, with the people returning to their positions. I found my
~[CHAPTER ELEVEN]~THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW.Kristoffer barely found interest in all that went on around him, excluding the discussions about Holden Inc. the young man probably might have made leave hours ago, but that would only be dishonoring the lot of people before him. The ones so kind to have invited him for such a fine gathering as this. A low sigh escaped his lips the moment the seat next to him was snatched, and next came the form of Diego, sinking into the hold of that chair."You could have just stayed back" Kristoffer let out. "Oh, be grateful and make merry that I even decided to show up" Followed the voice, with Diego soon reaching for the single glass before him. "Gatherings like this are no concern of mine, Kris" "Especially if it doesn't- His words got held in, as those eyes he bore had now found interest on a silhouette under the chandelier lights. Gaze peering on, the young man itched for every knowledge of who that figure was. "Hold that thought" His lips
~[CHAPTER TWELVE]~My gaze beheld the girl in the mirror—A wreck she was. An utter mess. Eyes weary, they only yearned for a long night's rest. One uninterrupted, but how impossible that was, as I was forced to remain on the grounds of this building, all in sakes of an event I barely found an interest in. How funny, only an hour ago, it was the only thing I spoke of, and now, I only wished to be far from here. Only now did the joy of home hit me. Oh, how lucky Tara was. With no composure to put up, and no gentleman to force a smile at, it sure was the happiest place to be in at the hour. Even from here, I still could hear the orchestra playing. Those group of people who had been hired to bless the evening with such tunes I only found soothing. Their hands had been busy at the instruments from the moment I walked in here, and up till this moment, they haven't bothered taking a rest, not even a glass of water had they halted their session for. The roof could come down, and they
~[CHAPTER THIRTEEN]~Jane Parker. Those pair of eyes settled on my figure had managed to have me snapped back to reverie, with the voice of the announcer calling for me, ushering me onto the awaiting stage. My presence on that platform for whatever reason had those prying gazes onlooking my withered form. The silence which came about had claimed most of the room, and with all attention fixed my way, I was spared a few seconds to have a rethink of why I agreed to this. Adalynn. It was that persistent figure who had pushed me into this, stating that if I in fact was to live up to all what I claimed to be, then I must in fact give a speech at the annual ‘Corporates Innovative conference’ which was a safe space for all of the big names I had come to know, and now here I was, being awaited by a hundred, all anticipating what the representative of Holden Inc. had to spew. I approached the mic, feet hesitant, eyes paused on the sea of heads below. Among those figures, I was quick to re