Michael. The day gradually became hotter as the afternoon approached and I loosened my tie to allow space for breathing. I looked at my phone. It's been over a week and Bianca hadn't tried to communicate with me. Didn't Madison tell her anything? I looked at the ceiling and sighed. The private investigator, that Gabe hired, followed Bianca after she met up with some friends and found out that she was staying in an apartment on the other side of the city. I didn't want to follow her to her house but if she didn't reach out to me soon, I'd have to start considering it. The case about Alexia's apartment didn't seem to be going anywhere and I wasn't happy about that. I wasn't in a position to press charges against Bianca since I didn't have any evidence and nothing could connect her to this. I wanted to at least have a talk with her so that we could sort this out as soon as possible. I heard the door swing open and I looked up at Alexia, who had just entered my office with a red file
Alexia. "I didn't expect the Head of Department to do that," Luis said with a laugh. "He doesn't look like the type." "Well, there's more to people than what meets the eye," I said before looking up at her. She was seated at the corner of my table and was telling me about how her supervisor suddenly cracked a joke that completely put her department in shock. Hearing that the joke was actually funny took me by surprise as well. Mr. Johnson, her supervisor, was known as a strict man who talked as much as he smiled. Which wasn't much. "Exactly. It makes me want to be more aware of the people around me. Maybe I should approach Grace. She's the most introverted person in the office," she pondered loudly. "Don't go around harassing your co-workers." "I'm not harassing them. It's called socializing." "Don't take it too far though." I thought for a moment and asked, "Hey, won't you be yelled at for slacking off here?" "I'm not slacking off. I've come to pay you a visit." "During work
Micheal. My eyes were heavy and I felt like I was floating in an endless, dark void. The sounds around me were muffled and my temples had a mild ache. The pain in my chest was minimized though. I could breathe better and the tightness that I felt earlier was gone. My mind drifted to what happened at the cafe. When Bianca drove that knife into me, I was shocked. Even more than that, I was scared. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to leave my family, Alexia and my unborn child behind. I could barely remember what happened after that. My memory was fuzzy and Bianca was saying something that my ears couldn't register. A part of me felt bad for her. I didn't think that she'd be pushed so much into a corner and thoughtlessly attack me. Maybe she planned it. Who knows? But I was dumb for not considering it. That woman was crazy and I hoped that wherever she was right now, she could get help. I groaned and tried to move my body but I couldn't. I had to wake up. I didn't want to die. Ale
Alexia. "I had a talk with the wedding planner yesterday and let me just say, the lady knows what she's doing," Luis said as she poured a bit of milk into a bowl and mixed it all together. I laughed. "I almost thought that you were going to complain." "Why would I complain?" She began to mix the dough. "The woman's a goddess." "I was worried that you wouldn't like her." She looked up at me and grinned. "Well, despite being a chatterbox, she's damn good at her work." "You're a chatterbox as well." I laughed and got the bowl from her before pouring it's contents into a baking tray. Luis and I were baking cupcakes for desert. Tonight, we were all gathering for a family dinner at my house and Luis and I decided to cook up something more refined than our everyday meals. I was a little disappointed that Michael's dad couldn't make it. He said that it was because he was busy but I felt like it was be
Alexia. I was woken up by annoying vibrations on my left wrist and groaned as I pressed the off button on the watch. I immediately snuggled deeper into the comforter, figuring that an extra thirty minutes couldn't hurt anybody. It was a glossy pink wristwatch that was recommended to children between the ages five to twelve and it was a really embarrassing gadget for a woman my age to carry around. Being partially deaf, I used this thingamajig as an alarm because my usual alarm was either too low to be heard or loud enough to give me a migraine. An hour later, I was scrambling out of my car and locked it as I made my way through the parking lot. I had slept in for more than I had planned, not that it was unexpected, but still! I tied my hair tightly and left my heels unbuckled for the office. I also wasn't confident that I didn't have a smudge of dried toothpaste at the corner of my mouth, but that was the least of my worries. "Alex!" My best friend, Luis, called excitedly as she
Alexia. "What!?" Luis exclaimed in surprise. "The boss has a son?" "Seems like it," I answered as I took a warm fry into my mouth, observing the overexcited specimen seated across from me. "Judging from how hot the boss looked in the old company pictures, I bet that he's a major hottie as well." I laughed. "Is that seriously all you care about?" "What else should I care about?" She asked, confused. I hummed. "What if he's not a good boss? How is his temper?" "Girl, thats none of my business. Besides, anybody having you as a Personal Assistant - bad temperament and all - would instantly have their heart softened." I smiled in amusement at that and leaned back into my chair. "And what makes you so sure about that?" "You just have that kind of affect on people." It was probably just pity. "Anyway, we'll have a new boss next week, Luis. So what if he is a greek god?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "So what? I can kill to be you." "Being me is not fun," I assured and she responde
Michael. I yawned as I steered my car into the underground parking lot, hoping that I was at the right place or rather, in the right mind. After playing hooky for an hour, I decided to give the employees a break and actually come to this lousy party. The booze must be worth it or else someone's going to die tonight. Suddenly receiving an email from my father after twelve years, requesting for me to take over his company, gave my peaceful life a complete one-eighty degree flip. Although I was an Accounts graduate, my whole life has been centered on photography. The thing that shocked me the most wasn't the request in it but the person who sent it. My father never had much interest in me. I thought that he'd give the company to my goody-two-shoes younger brother who, last time I checked, was such a devoted ass kisser. I looked around and noticing that nobody was there, I slowed my car down before looking into the compartment under the radio for my pack of gum. I suddenly heard a loud
Alexia. It was soon time for lunch and I went to get Michael something to eat. I didn't know what he liked but when I asked, he said that anything was good. Which wasn't saying much, if you ask me. I wanted to get him something that suited his tastes but the variety I was given made me nervous because of how broad it was. Michael and I had been working together for three days now and he didn't talk to me much. Apart from the greetings we exchanged in the mornings and him ordering me around, we've never really gotten to know each other at all. It troubled me that I was still new to him and him new to me. I preferred knowing everything I was allowed to know about my boss to avoid mistakes. I had just arrived from an international restaurant that sold amazing pasta and beef stew. Running errands for his father really paid off because I knew all the reliable and wonderful places for food, wine and social and business ga