[Sydney]
“There was no reason to say those things, Sydney. I thought you were better than that,” Atlas snapped. “Not to mention none of it was true.”
“But, Sir, I was just…” I try to explain myself but he puts a hand in front of my face, interrupting me and leaving no room for argument.
“I know that sometimes you make mistakes,” he shakes his head, his eyes disappointed as he scolds me, “but that was just cruel. You know we are not in a relationship anymore, Sydney.”
“I never said we were,” I try to give him my most vulnerable pout.
He looks away, missing it entirely as his eyes trail the path of his ex-wife’s retreat. “You
[Cordelia]The rest of my morning went by in a flurry of signed purchase orders and special requests. There wasn’t enough time for me to think about Atlas or anything else. By the end of the afternoon, I had secured over one million dollars in orders and there are still another three hours of the market to go. Buyers and other investors are still swarming around booths, looking for collections to add to their stores, all of them buzzing about the next big event–the Best of Market Fashion Show. “Hey, Cordy!” Clark’s micro drone hovers next to his left ear like an electronic assistant, recording our conversation like an interview. “Did you hear the news?”Tilly and I look at each other. “The list for the Best of Market Show was just released,” he pulls out a copy of the list and begins reading off the names. A few popular designers are listed, no surprise there, including Mathilda Madison.”...And,” he pauses for dramatic effect, “Cordelia Louise D
[Cordelia]I bite down on the attacker’s hand but their fingers are protected by thick, leather gloves. There is nobody else around as they drag me towards the parking lot. Everyone is still inside making last-minute deals. Arching my back, I try to slam my head into his face, but he is too quick, too professional. He dodges every blow. I shift the weight in my body downward like I was taught to do in self-defense classes. It slows him for a moment, but not nearly long enough for anyone to see me being dragged towards a large, unmarked, white, van. “No!” I try to shout but my cries are muffled.As the van door opens behind us and another man, this one wearing a mask hiding all of his features, grabs my feet, I realize this might be my last memory. Because wherever these men are taking me, I do not think they are going to let me leave alive. I stop fighting. There is no point. These men are going to kidnap me and there is nothing I can do to stop them. The sound of air moving quic
[Sydney}When I saw Atlas’ brother carrying Cordelia into the hallway like a fallen princess, I couldn’t help but react. And then I had to cover up my shock with another excuse. I may have overdone it because now I am stuck in the sick room lying down on a cot with a heart monitor on my chest. They think I had a real panic attack.In truth, I almost did. For the amount of money I paid for those delivery men, you’d think they’d get the timing right! Because they jumped the gun, trying to snatch her too early, there wasn’t enough distraction for them to successfully carry out the plan.Bad things always happen when you don’t stick to the plan.Pushing the buttons on my phone hard enough to bruise my fingers, I text them back
[Cordelia]Twirling in a full-length emerald velvet gown with matching opera-length gloves I stop, facing Tilly and ask, “You don’t think this looks a bit…dramatic, do you?”Her own dress is bright red and looks amazing against her sun-kissed skin and black hair. “For your premiere fashion show, absolutely not. The whole point is to get everyone’s attention.”Moving over to our shared dresser, I use the hanging mirror to help me position the antique emerald comb. After the incident, Clark placed it in the room for me and I’m grateful. I would have been sad to have lost such a precious family heirloom.Why did he give this to me? What is Atlas thinking?
[Atlas]Sydney has been acting strangely since I collected her from the clinic earlier today. First, she asked me to take her to a pharmacy to buy some medication she forgot to pack. Then she had me rush to get ready so that we could be at the fashion show early so that she could meet some friends and let them in.I had asked her why she didn’t just tell the concierge to let them in, but she just said “Because it is a surprise, silly. You wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, would you?”Then, when that masked man tried to shoot me, she leaned on his arm to get him to stop. She almost got us both killed. But instead of looking terrified, she seems almost manic. Maybe this is what she looks like when she’s panicked.“I need to chang
[Atlas]I have no choice but to call the police.As soon as I tell Sydney this, she starts to cry. “But Atlas, don’t you see? I did it for you!” she weeps as she grabs my knees, begging. “I did it for us.” Disgusted. I stand, avoiding her grasping hands while I text my brother. She keeps calling my name as I pace back and forth. Seeing me otherwise occupied, she leaps to her feet and grabs a small bag from inside of the cleavage of her dress. Opening it, she tilts it above her mouth.I move to grab it, but she takes a large step backward. The white po
[Unknown]Wearing a uniform is better than becoming invisible.It always surprises me in situations like this how easy it is for some to ignore a person in uniform. Clothing has so much power when it comes to revealing or disguising someone’s true nature.Dress like a janitor, you’re a janitor and nobody looks at you twice.Dress like a doctor, you are a doctor and will be given respect and admiration.Dress like a waiter, and you might as well be a ghost. Most forget they ever saw you because you are so beneath their notice that you aren’t worth remembering.Keeping my expression blank, I move through the elegantly clad throng. Avoiding e
We saw the police rushing into the hotel and headed straight for the elevator as Tilly and I made our way to the celebration dinner. The room became silent and still, but as soon as the doors closed, the room became noisy with suspicion as people made guesses about who and what just happened. Some are even considering not coming back next year. “This show is obviously cursed,” a woman in a tweed suit sniffed, “And it is poorly managed. The security here is FAR too lax.” I can’t argue with that statement. This event has had far more excitement than I’d ever want to experience again. Between almost getting kidnapped, someone trying to shoot Atlas, and now this, whatever it is, I think I could use a nice vacation.