I kept my eyes trained on the door in front of me, not daring to break eye contact for once. Not like it mattered though. Or maybe it did. At this point, I wasn't sure I knew what mattered and what didn't anymore. It was probably because I'd been standing here for the past one hour or more even. Or the fact that, even though I'd spent a lot of time out here, nothing had changed yet. Yes, it was probably one of those reasons. *Or perhaps, it was the hunger* I shook my head as a sigh slid past my lips. My bones felt weak and like they could snap into a million pieces any moment from now. My lungs burned with each breath of air I sucked in, and my stomach lurched and churned with amounts of pain I didn't even know was possible. I was this close to passing out, I could feel it, but I wouldn't dare do that. For the first time in a while, the idea of being unconscious didn't sound too comfortable for me anymore. Like it was trying to buttress my point, a memory made its way into my mind
Dominique. I drummed my fingers against the flat tabletop of the conference table in front of me. It was round and crystal clear, so clear I could see the fingers of one of my business partners shaking just underneath them. Prospective business partner, rather. *Amateurs* The table felt cool under the tip of my fingertips and I didn't mind concentrating on the mundane and unimportant things for now, so long as either one of the people surrounding me would wow me in someway. Right now, their chances were looking very slim and for their sake I really hoped this was a prank and not a cause of improper planning. If it was the latter then, then I could bet they wouldn't like what was coming. Not one bit. There was a reason I had risen to power over the years in the business world. I took my business and everything else like it was my entire life, because it actually was. There was no way I could be Dominique without my business empire. It just wasn't possible. "If we're done dill
Dominique. Quizzical stares followed me as I walked deep into the halls of the hospital. It didn't faze me. That is, the million pairs of eyes that were stuck on my every step, some more subtle and the others more glaring than the latter. I was used to things like this, but a small thought made its way to my mind. Why exactly were they staring? Was I dressed awkwardly? Or perhaps a hospital was never one of the places they expected a billionaire like me to be at. I raised my head a bit higher, just for me to lock eyes with the first person in front of me. It was a woman. And for the split second that we held each other's gazes, I watched something flicker in her eyes. Recognition maybe? Or perhaps it was fear, or even shock. But before I had any more time to decipher what her gaze could have meant, her eyes wandered a bit lower, to the small bag I held in my hand.If I had thought she was shocked earlier, I was clearly mistaken. I watched her eyes morph into the size of saucers a
Dominique. I hissed out loud as I stared at the papers in front of me. It felt like the more I read and glanced through it all, the lesser it made any sense. From the variables and figures, down to the most minute of details, something was wrong and it irked me, deep in my bones, but that wasn't even the worst part. The most annoying of it all was the fact that I was in no way responsible for compiling any of the statistics in front of me. My idiotic employee did. Or a prospective one rather. After I'd walked out on the business meeting the other day, I'd realized it wasn't exactly business etiquette to walk out on prospective business partners, no matter how far they were behind in the business world, or the opposite even. So I arranged something else instead. They would prepare their best pitch and submit each document. After review, they would be contacted.But here I was. I'd barely begun and the urge to fling them all out of the window was close to choking me. This was why I
Florence I pressed my eyes shut as tightly as I could, as the feel of thr doctor's presence increased by the second. I had no idea why, but I felt my heartbeat increase almost immediately, the vital organ hitting loudly against my ribcage. Something cold pressed into a spot above my cleavage and I shuddered as goosebumps crept up my skin. The instrument stayed there for aa while and the more time passed, the colder I seemed to be getting. “Does anything hurt?” I jerked up at the sound of the voice, my hand flying to my chest. I watched my fingers tremble as they covered a spot close to my heart. Minutes passed before I was able to calm myself again. “Florence, are you okay?”The moment I raised my gaze to the direction the voice came from, it suddenly made sense.“I'm fine.” I sighed as I slowly brought down my hands to rest at my sides. I adjusted my hospital gown awkwardly before I continued. “ Perfectly fine.”“Are you sure?” From the look on doctor Eric's face, he wasn't b
Dominique A sigh slid past my lips as I cradled my head in my hands, my fingers digging deep into my skull. Tiny tendrils of pain shot up the path that led to my skull but I didn't care. Instead, with a strong resolve, I pressed my fingers deeper, the intensity threatening to drive me insane right there at the spot. Maybe that was just what I needed. Who knew? It could always bring or birth forth a new approach or prospective to tackiling what was in front of me. I eyed the stack of papers that lounged aimlessly at the top of my desk. Various figures and statistical charts stared back at me, the numbers mocking my inability to solve them. I groaned loudly as I pressed my fists together. The urge to topple this desk over was strong, but I knew better. It wouldn't solve a thing. I'd tried every approach, every calculative method there was, but somehow, I always ended up at the same point. It was basically like I was chasing my own tail at this point with no progress. No matter ho
Florence A sense of dread washed over me the moment I stepped foot into the living room. Okay, maybe not dread, but something else, something else I couldn't quite place my finger on. But there was one thing I was sure of, I would rather be anywhere else than here. A wide range of emotions rippled through my being as I allowed my eyes dart from one corner to the other, like I was searching for something or perhaps, my eyes were trying to get used to the place all over again. If I was being honest, I didn't want to be here. Anywhere near here actually, that was one of the reasons I was hesitant back at Doctor Eric's office. Before his arrival for my last and final checkup I'd prayed that I wasn't completely fine. Because if I was still sick I would have no other choice than to remain in the hospital. The amount of heartbreak I had when he confirmed I was totally fine couldn't be compared to anything else. I wanted to yell, scream my lungs out till one of them would burst o
Dominique. The fear in her eyes did nothing to quench the anger in my eyes. If anything, the sight of my blazing red orbs in her brown eyes stroked the fire and rage in me. “How dare you come late?! I yelled, trapping her jaw in between my thumb and index finger. I watched as her face scrunched up in pain as she struggled to get some words out. “ Can you not hear me?!”“I'm sorry.” She coughed, her face and cheeks reddening. “ I'm sorry, sir. Please….” “That's not an excuse!” I spat and she flinched, her eyes snapping shut over each other. “ You'll tell me why you were late and why my breakfast isn't ready yet!” “Sir, please…” she stuttered as she slowly peeled her eyes open. Tears broke free as they cascaded down her cheeks, leaving a trail of glistening salty liquid in their wake. A couple of them dropped onto my fingers, but I didn't care. “ Sir, I swear, I - I swear, it's not my fault.” “Whose is it then?” I barked into her face. I let go of her jaw but just for a split