"God, someone, please take him away," Eden complained as she booted Lydia off the bench and sat down.
Her friends gasped and fussed at Lucy's handiwork when she took off her oversized sunglasses.
They were outraged and wanted blood—Lydia more than the other two—when Eden told them all about her office renovations and her fight with Lucy.
"Who the hell is this bitch?" She yelled, startling Aiden playing at their feet with his toy bucket and spade.
He thought she's shouting at him, and he yelled back, "no!"
Eden groaned. "That's his favourite word now. Today especially, everything is a huge 'no' for him."
"Well, he's probably pissed his mom was assaulted." Sienna leaned over and ruffled his hair. Aiden looked up and smiled sweetly at her, the small dimple on the side of his mouth—the only thing he'd inherited from Eden—blinking at them as he sprayed sand everywhere and chuckled his little heart out.
"I found her address," Lydia a
Liam rolled up his sleeves and threw off his tie as he scanned the bar. He sighed loudly, disappointed to see he's still out of bourbon and whiskey; Gibby and Clara hadn't had a chance to stock up. But—he decided—any alcohol would do at this point after the hellish day he'd had. So he pulled out two six-packs of beers and took them back to the couch. Glaring at the wrinkled blazer beside him, he opened one of the cans and thought back to a conversation he once had with Gibby when he was still trying to get Eden to sign with the company. Back then, he'd laughed off her comment, but he understood now what she meant about his assistant being very much like a wife. If his intense fight with Eden was a prelude to marital bliss, he wanted no part of it. It wasn't for the faint of heart for sure, and as Laura had said, he doesn't have a heart. Maybe a life of loneliness and alcoholism was the only thing on the cards for him, and as he brought the ice-cold liquid to
Liam woke up sometime before 4:00 AM, surprisingly calm and clear-headed for someone who had spent a restless night on an office couch. He picked up his iPhone from the floor, grimacing at the spiderweb cracks covering the screen. Seconds after switching it on, the Apple logo flashed to life before his battery complained about being empty, and the screen went black again. Ordinarily, he would have lost his shit because he could not be without a phone. Being off the grid even for half an hour meant he was losing money, but after the miserable night he'd had, a dead phone was way down the list of his priorities. He had too many problems on his plate today. A multi-million Rand deal wasn't going to sign itself, and pushing it off again was not an option. He called his assistant from his office line. Wide awake and buzzing from her second cup of coffee, Gibby answered almost immediately and promised to bring him a change of clothing and a new phon
They were supposed to meet at the Portuguese restaurant on 8th Street, the same place where Eden had dinner with Liam a few nights ago. But a last-minute appointment with a new client forced Isaac to move their lunch in-house at Hayes & Jones' cafeteria. "Are you sure you're okay with it? I wanted to take you to a decent place," Isaac asked on his end for the millionth time, and Eden assured him for the millionth time she didn't mind at all. There was no need to splurge over a handyman interview. Besides, the restaurant would always remind her of Liam now. She didn't tell Isaac this, of course. They hung up with Eden promising to see him at 11:00 AM. She normally took her lunch break at midday, but today she had to avail herself for Liam's session with Linda. Turning to the window, Eden sighed and spent a long time people-watching Isaac's colleagues on the rooftop. Since her confrontation with Lucy—it was hard to believe it was jus
Isaac was already waiting for her with a bouquet of white calla lilies when Eden walked into the lobby of Hayes & Jones. She didn't know if it's because she hadn't seen him in over a month or if it was the tailored dark suit he wore that made him look all the more dashing. "Traveling incognito, I see," he smiled and pointed at the massive shades covering her eyes before pulling her in a warm hug. "Of course," she beamed at him when they drew apart. "We can't allow my deranged fans to mob me, you know." "And what might you be famous for?" Isaac carried on with their banter as he hooked their arms and led her to the elevators. "That's for me to know and you to find out," Eden blurted, regretting the words as soon as they were out, and she caught the intrigued look in his eyes. "I see," he rubbed his chin thoughtfully as his gaze lingered on her face. "A woman of mystery. I like that!" Eden blushed, wishing she could kick hers
Liam was already in Linda's office, pacing the room when Eden scrambled in, huffing and puffing from taking the stairs because the public elevators were out, and she didn't think she was entitled to use the service elevator on her own. "You're late," he snapped as soon as he saw her, grunting inaudibly under his breath as he crashed on the couch. Eden checked her watch, frowning when she saw it was 12:02 PM. She didn't think his level of irritation was warranted, considering she was only two minutes late. But late was late, and she had to accept her mistake with grace and humility. She smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry the elevators are out, and I had to take the stairs." "If you'd left your date earlier, you wouldn't have been late." The frown on Liam's forehead deepened the longer he glared at the flowers in her hands. "I'll do better next time Mr Anderson," Eden said, still making no attempt to step inside the room. There wa
"Your bracelet," Linda said. "It's beautiful. May I see it?" Eden didn't want to hand it over, of course, but anything to make the forty-five minutes go quickly. "Sure," she said as she slipped it off and gave it to her. "You're into astronomy?" Linda asked as she held it up, and the tiny star and moon glinted in the sunlight seeping through the window. Eden looked at the clock again. Forty-three minutes. Don't fuck it up. She smiled brightly at the therapist. "I guess. Aiden's obsessed with the moon." "So this represents him?" Linda asked, tapping the moon charm dangling on the gold band. "And you are the star?" Eden nodded, happy to keep this line of enquiry going. "I don't see the sun, though?" "That's his father." Eden blurted without thinking. "Is he not in the picture?" Eden shook her head quickly. "No, he's not." "Maybe someday you'll get to add his charm?" Linda re
Days after the incident with Lucy, the mark on Eden's face was gone, but Liam's rage still burned bright and hot, more so when he thought back to their session with Linda and how broken she was when she spoke about the assault. No matter how hard he tried to distract himself, nothing would soothe his fury. He thought if HR gave everyone a warning, he'd be okay, and once the chats were gone, he'd be happy. But three days on, Liam was nowhere close to any feelings of contentment. He wanted vengeance. And blood. Lucy's blood. He was running on three hours of sleep and not in the right frame of mind to be making decisions of any kind, especially ones that would impact someone's future so drastically. Backing the hell off was the best thing to do. But he picked up his office phone anyway and called Gibby in. She knocked once and let herself in. "Yes, Mr Anderson?" "Bring Lucy Edison in. I need to deal with her."
Liam had just opened his laptop again, about to tackle his emails, when Eden flew into his office and touched down like a mini-tornado on a path of destruction, bewildered and almost in tears. "You fired Lucy?" She asked, her voice trembling with anger; it could have been from her tears too. Liam wasn't so sure. As much as he was pissed off at her lack of protocol and waltzing into his space uninvited, he was stunned into silence as he took her in. Her eyes were even more mesmerising when they were not hidden behind her glasses. He guessed she was wearing contacts again. He hadn't seen her in three days because he'd stayed away from her like he'd promised himself, avoided seeking her out even when his heart screamed at him to go to her. He was always good at cutting people off. Never needed to think too much about avoiding someone. But with Eden, he'd learned a humbling lesson: avoiding someone took strength, willpower and sheer grit. But avoiding som