Kelvin's P.O.V
"Hello, handsome," the lady who flirted with me and made me feel uncomfortable said.
"Hmm... hi," I answered plainly, trying to distance myself from her advances.
"I asked for your number yesterday; you promised you would get back to me, but you didn't," she pouted, feigning disappointment.
"I forgot," I lied, hoping to put an end to the conversation.
I settled down on my new office chair, deliberately positioning myself a bit farther from her.
"So, you're the person I would be sharing this office with?" I inquired, attempting to change the subject.
"Yeah, we would be great together, right?" she asked, a hint of seduction in her voice.
"Hmm, I guess," I replied nonchalantly, not interested in entertaining her flirting.
"I'm Stephen," she introduced herself, offering her hand for a handshake.
"Well, I'm Kelvin," I responded, politely shaking her hand.
"Nice name," she complimented, still holding onto my hand a bit longer than necessary.
"What do you think of the new boss?" she inquired, seemingly trying to engage me in office gossip.
"Nice, but a little bit different," I cautiously replied, not wanting to say anything that might get me into trouble.
"Glad you noticed," she said, smirking knowingly.
"Do you think she's beautiful?" she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
"I guess so," I replied, unsure why she was asking me about the boss's appearance.
"She isn't even close to one," she declared, expressing her opinion with an air of superiority. It was an odd thing to say about the boss.
A little later, the managing director called Stephen and instructed her to show me around the company. She seemed enthusiastic about it and agreed willingly.
Anika's P.O.V
My heart pounded rapidly as the phone continued to ring, my hand trembling as I hesitated to pick up the call. I brushed a lock of my strawberry blonde hair out of my tear-filled blue eyes, trying to gather my thoughts.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to answer or not. Swallowing hard, I rested on my chair, quickly wiping away a tear that trickled down my face.
The sound of my cell phone ringing made me shiver with fear.
Why should I be scared? After all, he's the one who betrayed me. It should be him who's afraid, not me.
I decided to gather my courage and answer the call. I picked up my phone from the table and hesitantly pressed the green button, placing the phone against my ear.
"Anika, are you there?" he called out, attempting to reach me.
I remained silent, not willing to respond to him.
"I know you're there and listening to me, so please hear me out and talk to me," he pleaded, sounding sincere, but I wasn't ready to take any chances.
"Anika love, can you forgive me?" Richard said over the phone.
Tears streamed down my face as soon as I heard those words. Despite everything, I missed his voice deep down, even if I didn't want to admit it. I couldn't believe I was feeling this way again for the same voice that betrayed me.
My heart raced as his words played with my emotions, leaving me uncertain about whether they were filled with sincerity or deceit.
"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but please forgive me for the sake of the love we once shared. I admit I made a mistake by dating you for your money, but we're all human, and we all make mistakes sometimes. I now realize how much I truly love you. Please forgive me and give me a second chance to make it up to you," Richard pleaded earnestly over the phone.
Tears poured endlessly from my eyes, but I used my hands to cover my mouth, not wanting him to hear me crying. I didn't know what to do or say.
I was utterly confused. Should I accept him back? Should I not? His apologies sounded so sincere and genuine, and people could change if we give them a chance.
My throat felt constricted as I weighed my options, but Richard's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Sweetie, are you still there?" he asked, and I could sense the vulnerability in his voice.
Wait, was he crying too? Did he mean what he said, or was he just pretending?
"Hello," he said again, making my heart race even faster.
At that moment, I couldn't handle the emotional turmoil any longer, so I ended the call abruptly and released my hands from my mouth.
I let out all my pain through crying, but I tried to keep it as quiet as possible. I buried my face in my desk as I struggled to make sense of everything. I cried until I had no more strength left.
I needed advice from Laura. She's the only one who can help me and truly understands me. I washed my face in my office bathroom, trying to compose myself, and then grabbed my car keys to go to Laura's workplace.
Laura's P.O.V
I was carrying a pile of files that felt heavy, blocking my view and making it difficult to walk properly.
I wanted to turn around to go back to my office when someone suddenly bumped into me. The papers from the files flew from my hands and scattered all over the floor, blown in different directions by a gust of wind.
I hissed in frustration because I had spent a lot of time organizing those files, and now they were ruined because of some reckless someone.
I was about to give the person a piece of my mind when they spoke up first, further infuriating me.
"Can't you watch where you're going?" the person who bumped into me seethed.
I raised my head, and my eyes met with an angry guy. "How dare you?" I finally said, unable to contain my annoyance.
"You were walking with your eyes closed because if you had eyes, you'd have seen me coming and given way," he said.
"You were the one who bumped into me first, so you're the one walking with your eyes closed," I retorted.
"Did you just talk back to me?" he asked angrily, gesturing towards himself.
"Yes, and so what?" I boldly said, and he looked at the tag button on my chest, and then a sick smile appeared on his face.
"I'm sure you work here. Don't worry, I will make sure you regret insulting me, I promise, Laura," he angrily said and left.
I rolled my eyes and sighed in frustration. He is such a jerk, and who is he to make me regret things when he was the first person to bump into me? Instead of him apologizing, he acted like a complete idiot.
‘What a loser,’ I muttered to myself and reluctantly bent down to pick up the papers scattered on the floor. I finally managed to collect the papers, but they were now wrinkled. I would have to redo it all.
Back in my office, I sat down, still lost in my thoughts.
"Laura," I heard a voice call out to me.
"What!" I seethed, facing the person, only to meet Anika, her face soaked in tears. My anger died down, and I stood up to meet her.
"Anika, what's wrong?" I asked, helping her to the chair I had stood up from.
"It's Richard," she said, her voice barely a whisper, but I heard it.
"Did he try something funny again?" I asked, frowning.
"No, he... he just called me and said he was sorry and needed a second chance," she explained and sniffed.
I bent down, lifted her head, and wiped away her tears.
"Don't believe him. He's a cheat, and probably out of money. That's why he apologized. Look, your tears are precious, so don't waste them all on Richard because he isn't worth it... okay?" I told her, and she nodded slightly before hugging me.
I hugged her back, realizing how much I missed her even if it hadn't been 24 hours since we fought. It felt like she had been gone for years, and I also missed her scent.
"What if he meant what he said?" she asked.
"Then it's still too late for him. Forget him already and move on with your life," I advised, and she nodded.
We disengaged from the hug a few minutes later, and she raised her head to look at me.
"I'm sorry for what I said to you yesterday. Can you forgive me?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at me, which made me laugh.
"Of course," I said, and she sighed.
We talked for some time, then she left, saying she had a lot to do in the office.
As I was about to go to my office, I bumped into Angelica, a coworker, and our foreheads collided, making me yell, "Ow!"
"Why do you keep on bumping into people today? Firstly Steve, then me?" she said, rubbing her forehead.
"Sorry, wait, who is Steve?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes before replying, "Don't tell me you don't know Steven, the guy you bumped into. I saw all that happened."
"Maybe you didn't see what happened first. He bumped into me first," I said.
"So, his name is Steve?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Wait a minute, if you don't know Steve's name, then don't tell me you don't know who he is," she asked, surprise evident in her widened eyes. I shook my head negatively.
"You dummy, he is Mr. Wayne's son," she whispered angrily, and I gasped.
Mr. Wayne was the owner of the company I was working in. I had no idea he had a son because I was new to this job of mine.
"Mr. Wayne's son?" I asked, clearly amused.
"Yeah."
"I had no idea he had a son. I should have read the office manual to know more about the company," I said.
"Yeah, you should," she agreed.
"So, what's going to happen now?" I asked her.
"I don't know," she said, arching her eyebrows.
"You know I kind of talked back to him, and he was mad, saying I'm going to regret insulting him," I explained to her.
"About that, I dunno, maybe, you know, you're getting fired," she whispered to me.
"Fired?" I yelled.
"Keep it down," she said.
"Sorry, so what do you mean by me getting fired?" I asked nervously, and she sighed.
"Well, Mr. Wayne does whatever his precious son tells him to do, and since he's mad at you and knows you work here, won't he tell his dad to fire you?" she explained.
Gosh... She was right. So maybe I shouldn't have talked back to him.
I don't mind getting fired, or do I?
Angelica kept on talking about Steve, but I wasn't paying attention. All I could think of was getting fired. I wasn't interested in her conversation until she told me that Steve hated non-classy people.
I sighed and placed my hand on my forehead as Angelica kept on talking, tuning her words out and thinking about what I just did.
T.B.C
Noeline.
Kelvin's P.O.V I had a wonderful time with Stephen; she was quite humorous and pleasant. However, she occasionally engaged in flirtatious behavior. Nonetheless, she was a cool and intelligent person. I had the opportunity to meet all of the staff members, and they were all enthusiastic about my presence, welcoming me warmly, especially the women. Why must I possess such handsome looks? I wasn't complaining though, I love my looks ;) During lunch, Stephen and I dined together, and I shared details about my life, including my past relationship and its breakup. She chuckled and mentioned that my ex-girlfriend was foolish to let go of someone as charming as me and I couldn't agree with him less. Following our meal, both of us remained busy. Stephen needed to work on some files, while I was occupied with transferring documents between offices. "Goodnight, Kelly. See you on Monday," Stephen remarked as our workday came to an end, placing a kiss on my cheek. It was a bit unusual, but
Anika's P.O.V The sun's rays, like golden streams, gently kissed my closed eyelids, coaxing me awake. I groaned softly, feeling the light invade my sleep. Moving with a sense of urgency, I rose from my slumber and hastened to the curtains in my room, pulling them together to block out the intrusive morning light. With a satisfying yawn and a refreshing stretch, I shed my nightwear and retrieved my pink gym set from the wardrobe. It had been far too long since I last indulged in a jog, as work had kept me preoccupied. Eager to rejuvenate my body and mind, I tied my hair into a ponytail, donned my workout outfit, and slipped into a pair of pristine white sneakers. My cordless headphones wrapped around my head, filling my ears with the captivating melody of 'Into You' by Ariana Grande. Descending the stairs, I noted Nana's absence and assumed she was still resting. Stepping out into the fresh air, I embarked on a jog around the vibrant neighborhood. After a refreshing jog, I return
Anika's P.O.V The door burst open, and Laura entered in her nightwear, her hair disheveled, and her face pale, clearly just waking up. "You guys are being so loud. Can you keep it down? I'm trying to sleep you all" she yawned then she turned to my direction, noticing me. "Anny, you're here?" she asked, surprised. "Yeah, I was bored at home, so I thought of coming here," I replied as she sat on Madison's couch, resting her face on the arm. "Ooh, okay" she muttered and I couldn't help but feel that Laura's behavior was unusual. Whenever I visited, she'd be thrilled to see me and eager to share life updates but she wasn't acting the usual way she always acts. I hoped she was alright. I returned to what I was doing, trying to ignore the strange atmosphere around me. "So, what were you guys talking about that woke me up?" Laura asked, looking at Lim. "Just something unimportant," Lim interjected. "We were discussing the girl Lim has a crush on, the one with a flower name," Madis
Kelvin's P.O.V I let out a groan as I felt a gentle tap on my skin, pulling me from my peaceful slumber. "What is it, Mom?" I murmured, pressing my face against the soft pillow. "You're nearly late for work again! Hurry, take a quick shower, get dressed, and stop watching that movie. I told you to avoid it, but you never listen," she scolded. Suddenly, I realized what she meant, and my eyes shot open. I was indeed running late. After my mom left my room, still grumbling, I hurriedly took a shower and dressed as swiftly as possible. A white T-shirt paired with black pants and shoes was my go-to outfit, ensuring I dressed presentably. Rushing downstairs, I quickly wolfed down my breakfast. "Slow down, or you'll choke on your food," my mom cautioned, but I paid little heed and continued eating. "Bye, Mom," I said as soon as I finished, eager to leave for work. "Whatever, just go to work," she replied, shooing me away. I chuckled and gave her a peck on the cheek, to which she rol
Anika's P.O.V I found myself on the couch in my office, having finished my work, but suddenly feeling bored. To pass the time, I grabbed my phone, unlocked it, and began scrolling through my gallery. As I went through the pictures, my mood shifted when I stumbled upon the folder I had created of Richard. Without hesitation, I clicked on it. As the photo opened, I zoomed in, studying it closely. Memories of Richard flooded back, and I couldn't help but miss him dearly. His smile and everything about him – he looked so handsome in this picture. It was a photo I had secretly taken of him during our vacation when he was shirtless, looking at the sunset. I couldn't resist capturing those moments; he looked incredibly attractive. A smile crept across my face as I reminisced about all the wonderful experiences we shared. Despite everything, I couldn't help but still feel love for him. It might sound foolish, but these emotions seem beyond my control. Reflecting on all that I had done fo
Kelvin's P.O.V The lunch with the receptionist, Marbella (Mara for short or Mirabel, as she informed me), felt somewhat uncomfortable. Once I finished eating, I left the cafeteria mainly because of the discomfort caused by the stares and whispers from the other ladies there. I was used to this attention, but occasionally it got creepy and disturbing. All I wanted was to enjoy my meal in peace, nothing else. Heading back to the office, I noticed Stephen sorting some things out. She looked up and smiled at me, the same warm smile she had given earlier before I went to the cafeteria. It struck me as unusual, but I didn't dwell on it for long. Soon, a female staff member informed me that the department manager was calling for me. I excused myself, informing Stephen, who nodded in response. As I made my way to the manager's office, the staff member who had alerted me latched onto me and gave me a weird smile, which made me feel uncomfortable. However, her appearance wasn't relevant
Kelvin's P.O.V I sat down on the floor beside my boss, the sassy woman, who was still asleep. Even in her slumber with her eyes closed, she looked pretty. Her hair cascaded softly against the couch, and her lashes rested gently on her cheeks. As she adjusted slightly on the couch, her lips stretched, creating a charming dimple before returning to their peaceful state. Mesmerized, I watched her sleep, and when I noticed some strands of hair on her face, my fingers instinctively moved to gently brush them away. I found myself unable to withdraw my hand and, instead, it continued down her face, cupping her cheek. My thumb tenderly touched her soft lips, and for a moment, I felt the urge to move closer and kiss her. However, I abruptly stopped myself, realizing how inappropriate and wrong it would be. I let go of her face and stood up, disturbed by my thoughts and actions. "What the hell am I doing? Why the hell would I want to kiss her? it's so wrong, I don't even have any kin
Anika's P.O.V I was at Laura's place, and we were engaged in a lengthy conversation since it was only us in the house. Lim and Maddy were at school, while Laura's parents were toiling away at their workplaces. "That person is very cold," I expressed to her as we sat on her bed. "Yes, and the most painful part was him lying to his father about the whole situation," she replied. "And his father believed him?" I asked. "Who wouldn't believe their son over a total stranger? and besides he looks like he is spoiled rotten in his house so his father does everything his darling son wants," she retorted, prompting a sigh from me. 'Oh, the endless drama of guys. I'm grateful to escape from it.' I thought. "Let's do something fun," she interrupted my thoughts. "It's been a long time since we last spent time together," she remarked. "What should we do, what do you suggest?" I asked. "How about we go shopping?" she suggested. "Is that necessary?" I groaned as I wasn't excited about the i