Samantha sobs silently in the car, her pink gown ripped at the shoulder from the pull after falling down earlier.
Renee glances at her and gives her a tissue. "You should stop crying. They should be the one doing so. Come on."Samantha sniffles and wipes her eyes slowly. She sighs sadly."You have no idea what has happened this last two hours. Hell, these past twenty fours hours.""Yes, I don't know much or even anything about what really happened but I have eyes to know that you are not that loose and something really happened backdoors. Let's stop talking about it. You need to eat something and take a shower.""Are you saying I smell?""Of course not..." She pushes her shoulder slightly. "...maybe just a bit."They both laugh.The rest of the ride to Renee's apartment is short and silent.Upon arrival, Renee helps Samantha to run a bath and prepared some food while waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.She shows up in a little bit, dressed in a cross shoulder top and bum short with her hair still damp from the shower."I made noodles." Renee announces as she sets the plates filled with sweet smelling, hot and shiny noodles.Samantha smiles. "You know just what I always crave. Something hot and spicy."Renee Whitfield has been Samantha's best friend since elementary school when Sam fell off the swing. It had been Renee who helped her then and now she's doing the same.They eat silently as Renee is a sucker for table manners.After resting for a bit, Renee clears her throat and turns to face Samantha square in the face."Sam, would you like to share what happened now?"Samantha smiles. "Sure."Renee nods. "At the feast yesterday, mum gave me a glass of champagne to meet with guests. Not long after, Mark called me upstairs to a suite in the hotel and I took the elevator there. I admit I started to feel woozy and drunk so I ended up in the next room with another man... And something happened between us."Renee's eyes widen but she doesn't say anything."When I woke up this morning, I was worried about the wedding and called Ben to come pick me up but he told me something that made me turn on the TV and I came across the live conference by Mark and Taylor... Did you see the conference?""Not by myself. Someone shared it on a group chat I'm in and I happened to see it then and watched it. That's when I called.""Before you called, I'd gone home to discover that Taylor will be marrying Mark instead of me. Today's the feast and tomorrow is the wedding. They didn't even make it subtle about sabotaging me. Taylor said it herself that she had a crush on him since that video call years ago." Samantha's voice started to break as she neared tears."After doing something like that, what did your Dad say?""He believed them and chased me out. He said..." She broke into tears outrightly."You don't need to say it. We're going to the wedding tomorrow. I just need to find what to wear."Samantha sniffs. "What did you say?""I said we're going to that wedding. And we're going to disrupt it. If Mark won't marry you, he won't marry your sister at least. Anyone but Taylor."Anyone but Taylor.Samantha realized that that was the one thing that disturbed her the most. She wasn't disappointed that Mark had called off their marriage but that he cut it off for Taylor.Samantha inhaled deeply and then smiled."Let's go shopping."Renee laughed and grabbed her car keys and purse. "Come on. We've got only a few hours before the mall closes.""Elena, I want the file with the proposition MF made.""In a minute sir."Claude drops the telephone and has his eyes fixed on the news in New York at the moment."Yes, we have Intel from a reliable source right now that Miss Samantha has just been disowned by her family after showing up at home in a mangled gown and messy hair, obviously, the aftermath of a steamy night with someone we've yet to identify. Tune in this time tomorrow for the wedding clips. Up next..."The TV goes blank.Samantha...Could she be the same Samantha Stiles? Claude is momentarily distracted by his thoughts and didn't hear Elena, his secretary come in with the documents he had requested for.She drops the file on his table, almost touching him. He quickly withdraws his hand and notices a small document on top of the others."What's this?" He asks, holding it up."It's the reprinted invitation letter that came from MF this afternoon.""I see. You can go."She bows and leaves the room. Ford opens the paper an
More than everyone in the noisy hall, Samantha is more than baffled at what the situation has come to be, but her head is all muddled and out of sorts from being kissed by this really handsome man who looks like he wants to have her there and now.She pulls away breathing heavily and inhales and exhales deeply to relax herself and steady her beating heart.Taylor, her dad and mum walk over to her.Her Dad whips her over in one fluid movement and slaps her heavily on the face. Samantha reels from the shock and almost falls.Second physical slap in two days from the same person.The man behind her catches her just in time and she leans into him for a moment of comfort, a moment of peace from what's happening outside his suit's lapel.She's rudely pulled out from her hiding place and shouted at."You whore. How dare you do that at my wedding?" Taylor screams and beats her body with the bouquet of flowers in her hands over and over again. Nobody makes a move to stop her so Claude steps in
Samantha steps out of the elevator into a wide hallway with different doors on the sides but a particular door is open with people coming in and out of the room. They all have numbers pinned to their shirts.She walks up to a lady who's sitting alone, reading something looking like a pamphlet. "Excuse me. Please where do we get numbers?""You just arrived? Go to that woman, she'll assign you a number. You have to hurry though because they can get to the last number before yours quick and when that happens, well, sorry."Samantha nods and gets her number immediately. She gently attaches the pin to her shirt. It reads in large numeric writing "32"She goes back to sit beside the lady from before and settles down beside her. She peeks at her number. She's number 30.A man exits the room sniffling hard and eyes red. The two ladies watch him go."Is it that bad in there?""It's terrible. Bad is an understatement. They are hiring just five people this year and there are still people coming.
Claude rifles through the files and personal documents in front of him and then picks one out of it all. He studies the mini picture on the document and stands up with it."You're not seeing the interview to the end sir?" One of the directors ask him"No. I have some things to take care of." He glances at the document again and leaves with a small smile on the corner of his lips.He really does have business to tend to.Choosing to not draw attention to himself, he takes the elevator downstairs and walks outside the door, hoping to meet Samantha before she leaves. He manages to see her hair whip into a taxi and as it drives away, he discovers he's not the only one watching the vehicle leave.They turn to face each other at the same time, the spark of recognition crosses their faces at the same time too."Mr Whyte." He walks up to him, quite cheerily, too cheerily infact, and extends his hands for an handshake. "I'm sorry our meeting at the wedding was quite sour. I'd love to make up f
The entire day after Samantha got her job acceptance message has been all fun and colourful. She's happy at herself at making such an achievement all by herself, without an external help from any influential person like her parents used to.All of Tuesday is spent shopping for the perfect and most official clothes they can find in Samantha's size. They had sorted everything and at the end of the stressful day, they had eaten out and then went house surfing.Samantha had already looked up some cost friendly and okay apartments for a single lady like her, and kept some pictures and addresses so they can go check them out later. In all the excitement, they play matchmaking for the clothes and Samantha picks up the clothes she will be wearing on her first day.It's a light red suit pant and cream shirt."How do I look?""Wow. Chic and official. Official Chic. You're fit to be one of those beautiful and sexy secretaries that get their bosses in the end.""What? Not that boss. I didn't even
Dylan chuckles as the elevator doors open to reveal a large workspace with many cubicles. Computers or laptops on each table, only a few towards the floor to ceiling windows are empty.A man walks over to meet them. "Good morning. Just on time. Punctuality is very important when you work here. The other interns are sitted over there..." He points to a large conference room just opposite the empty table. "Join them. You will be briefed by the boss on your place while you work here." They nod their thanks to him and walk into the conference room to meet three other people.Samantha looks around and she sees the lady that she sat with on the physical interview day. Happy to recognize someone in the room, she takes her seat beside her."Hi. I remember you. I'm Samantha." Sam formally introduces herself, holding her hands out for a shake.She looks at her outstretched hand but does not take it. "I'm Cheryl." She states coldly and looks away.Dylan shrugs at her from opposite her. The doo
Seventeen minutes later, Samantha drops the large document on the woman's table. She looks up at her blankly for a second and then remembers."I thought I said ten minutes?"Samantha groans. "Two of the copiers...""Are you about to start giving excuses for your tardiness? So unprofessional. If you can't handle all this on the first day, it will be better for us all if you quit." She snickers evilly and takes the document to herself. "You didn't arrange them in order? I should be collecting six of these documents from you right now." She slams them on the table and stands up.Not wanting to cause a scene, Samantha grabs the document, trying to smile politely. "I'll go arrange it right now. Please don't be annoyed." She leaves back for the copier room. It takes her all of five minutes to arrange everything in order and take them back again."Finally." She looks through the documents. "You can go." She says, without a thank you or anything. As soon as Samantha turns her back, she throws
Exhausted after walking around the whole day, the five new interns find their way back to their temporary office. Dreading the fact that she was being ordered around, Samantha is initially hesitant but Dylan drags her along anyway."You have to show them you're not scared. Even if you're being ordered around, stick with it and they will get tired. Infact, laugh at their jokes too and they will think you're cool and possibly even make friends with you.""Dylan, that's a big stretch. I don't want to make friends with those people."Dylan pulls her along with him inside. She breathes a sigh of relief when she sees the empty chair of that woman, Daniella.And then she notices the empty table as well, also everyone who's there looking at her and then whispering amongst themselves.What did she do to warrant such cold treatment anyway? That she spoke her mind to the boss?That man? He may be fine and all, also helped her out of a sticky situation but then, he's just as rude as the next big