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Amy“Son of a biscuit eater,” I huffed, rolling up my now red-painted, silk camisole before tossing it into the washer. I was fuming, not only due to the strange, exhausting but charged interaction with my dagnabbit boss last night but also my darn abysmal luck!After my strange interaction with Caleb Crawford the night before, I rushed to my room. As I sifted through my opened boxes of clothes, I realized that I had left my paint supply bag open. And the next thing I know, all my clothes are covered with paint and glitter. How could I be this careless? And the best part was I did not even realize that I left paint on my clothes and to top it off, I have no decent clothes left.The only thing left for me to wear at night was the sexiest lingerie I owned. I huffed, remembering the debacle that followed afterward. How dare Mr. Crawford insult me like that? Who did he think he was, speaking to me in such a condescending manner?I admit that it wasn’t the most appropriate attire to be near
Ryan“Anything else I can get you, sir?” the air hostess inquired with a polite smile.“Hmm?” I looked up from my screen and replied, “No, thank you.”She nodded and returned to the cabin. Finally shutting down my laptop, I retrieved the glass of water that had sat untouched for about ten minutes.I was flying on the company jet today. I generally avoided using the company jet as chartering one was more expensive than flying first-class. Also, Mark tended to overuse the jet, attending more overseas meetings than me. Additionally, it was more eco-friendly, and not many people knew this, but I loved nature and tried to preserve it as much as I could from my end.I would have done that today as well if Mark hadn’t cried about the critical meeting of our project back home. The big baby didn’t want to handle some technical issues that had come up.He was furious that I had gone to the London office without him. Well, I did not want to go, but someone at my home was making me restless. Not t
AmyI practically jumped out of my skin when I saw the red substance dripping from my head. My immediate reaction was to bring my hand in front of my face, only to find it covered in red liquid. I screamed once more, my heart racing as I rushed toward the mirror. The red paint formed liquid droplets, steadily dripping down from my head to my face and pooling on the ground below.What the fudge is that?Instinctively, I brought my palm closer to my nose, and a strong paint smell hit me, making me cringe. Oh my God, it’s paint! It wasn’t a head injury or something!The loud knock on my door made me jump again. “Amy? Are you okay in there? I heard a scream.” Jim’s voice filtered through the door.“Hmmm... Yeah... I mean no... I will be outside in a minute. Can you please wait for me in the living room?” I replied, still trying to process what had just happened. I hurried to the shower, frantically checking all the bottles to make sure there was no more paint lurking in there. When I reali
RyanIt had been eight days since Amy... Ms. Amy’s accident and it has been a.. uhh... weird experience. Jim has been dropping off and picking up Liam from school alone while Ms. Amy is on bed rest. Liam seems to have practically moved into Amy’s room, and the two of them chat and giggle like schoolgirls hopped up on sugar and never-ending sleepovers.According to the doctor, Amy was to remain on bed rest for two weeks and then take it slow for another week afterward. Her butterfly stitches were removed the day before, and now her wound needed daily cleaning. But she was proving to be an impatient patient.She had requested, or practically begged, to be allowed to tutor or spend time with Liam after just three days of bed rest. It was a rather unusual sight. Most people would be delighted to take a break from work when they fell ill, but Amy appeared to be an exception.Liam checks on her everyday before he goes to school and runs directly into her room as soon as he comes back. Ms Amy
AmyI hummed as I dressed in my comfy tan-colored drawstring pants with a white camisole and strappy sandals. I applied some lotion all over my body and began my minimal makeup routine.It’s been almost a month since I signed the permanent employee contract to be Liam’s nanny and tutor. When Mr. Crawford gave me the contract after apologizing for his earlier behavior, I was skeptical.He did blast me without any apparent reason and then almost fired me when I stood up for myself. But within twenty minutes, he was back, apologizing and offering me a permanent employee contract. It all seemed quite fishy. However, the reality was that I needed this job.Without it, I had no money or prospects, and on top of that, I didn’t want to leave Liam. The precious little boy had carved out a permanent place in my heart. We did not start out great, but when I was on bed rest, we bonded amazingly.Liam had taken care of me, offering magical kisses that might not have healed my physical injuries, but
Ryan“Great idea,” I replied, inspecting the latest developments in the alpha test of my dream project. “The turnaround time has reduced further. Good.”I handed Paula her device, ensuring all the changes she had made were saved. Paula was one of the best program analysts and ethical hackers I had ever come across. I had hired her four years ago when she corrected my code while serving me coffee in a small town. She and her team were critical to the project, and she is my protege.“Thank you, sir,” she nodded, saving her progress again.I surveyed the team working on the project and said, “The alpha test results are great, but I need you all to be careful. The recent unsuccessful hacking attempt on our company makes me a bit concerned. We can’t afford any vulnerabilities. Double-check all our backdoors and security software.”Paula reassured me, “I’ve been monitoring our security systems closely and working with the cybersecurity team to fortify our defenses. We won’t let any breach go
AmyI sighed as I slumped to the ground, keeping a watchful eye on Liam. The park was alive with the laughter of children playing, and Liam’s infectious smile added to the joy around. He spotted me, waved enthusiastically, and sprinted in my direction.“Slow down, buddy,” I chided, as he stood before me, panting.“Amy,” he whined, “Water. Water. Water.” His urgency to rejoin his friends was evident.Furrowing my brows, I questioned, “How do we ask if we need anything, buddy?”“Sorry,” he gave me an apologetic smile. “May I have some water, please?”“Good boy,” I smiled, ruffling his sweaty hair. As I reached for my bag, a realization hit me—I had left it in the car. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the playground.I looked at Liam and replied, “I forgot it in the car. Give me a minute and I will be back. Don't go anywhere.”He nodded, and I asked Jim to look after Liam while I grabbed the bottle. Before Jim could reply, I ran towards the car in the parking l
Ryan“Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, shutting the laptop with more force than needed. My anger flared up, aggravated by the untimely server update on my laptop.The intercom buzzed, and Caine’s voice came through cautiously, “Sir, Mr. Donovan wants to see you,” he said cautiously, knowing I was in no mood for any shit right now.“I don’t want to be disturbed,” I replied curtly, cutting the call. The intercom buzzed again, further fueling my frustration. “What?” I barked, picking up the call.“Either you fucking tell me the new code of your office, or I can fuck the system and disable it. You choose!” Mark’s angry voice resonated through the phone.“Mark,” I said with clenched teeth. I was too overwhelmed to hear any of his shit right now.“Ryan!” he snapped. “Open the door. Now!”I huffed and unlocked the door, and it swung open with a beep. Mark barged in, his expression clearly angry. He marched in front of my desk and took a seat, his gaze piercing. No smiles or jokes meant he w