"I'm Susy" The voice of the girl before me was filled with much cheer, in as much as the sweetness that followed her, it pissed me to the bone. "I know" My voice remained low, eyes turned away from her form. "The introductions were made earlier" "Oh" She had pushed closer, laying down the brown paper box held in her hands, with her figure soon sinking into the seat next to mine. "Does that mean we're past the formal line?" "Can I call you 'Janet' then?" Her voice was filled with much glee it left me wondering whatever could cause one to be all bubbly on such a gloom noon as this. "As you please, Susy" "You can call me, Lily. All my friends call me that" My gaze spun to her, eyes narrowed at the delight in her eyes. "Your name's Susy Lily Clark" She nodded profusely, grinning cheek to cheek. Eyes had soon began doing a 360 around the area, shifting from wall to wall, taking in the complexities of the quiet space. "So I heard you were only employed few days ago, Miss Janet"
Knock! Knock! My eyes took the ones of Tara onlooking me with the same questioning expression my face held onto.We rarely had visitors. None we expected. The only people you would find coming around, were the random flings she brought back for the night, ever since— Knock! Knock! Knock!"A burglar" My face scrunched up at her utterance, eyes narrowed at her form. "Have you been drinking?" Yes, New York was a wild place. But rarely on this corner, did we ever encounter burglaries. The security was pretty tight, and I could swear that was only our push for still securing this apartment in our hold. "Don't look at me like that" Followed the voice of Tara, hands at once grabbing onto the dish plate laid on the table. "Haven't you heard the rumors going around?" "Ol' Kathleen was robbed on her way back from a charity event yesterday" She followed. "A dish plate is your defense?" My gaze shifted from the item in her hands, back to her scrunched up face. "Also, Ol' Kathleen was w
Figures went strolling past my jumbled form, each one bearing a red envelope in their hands. The hubbub which befell the area, had my eyes shifting from here to there, hoping to understand what to make of the rabbles. "Have you gotten one?" Face bearing a crooked grin, the figure of a man hurried past mine, eyes lingering on my disoriented gaze. "What is that?" My voice called after his departing figure, with no answer coming from the man who so appeared to have something much more interesting tend to. "It's an invitation" I didn't need to turn around to tell who that voice belonged to. That damning calm voice of his, which emitted over my form. Why was he out here? My ever-working legs had soon turned numb at the presence behind. For what reason did he decide to take the halls at this hour? Yes, I had been avoiding him. Avoiding running into him, not after the little altercation I had with him in his office, which only resorted to him being much more persistent to keeping t
"What's the hurry, Jane? It's just a dinner"I spun around to the figure of my friend, eyes narrowed at the goof held on her face. "Just a dinner, Tara!?" "Did you say just a dinner!?" My voice poured out loud, earning a questioning look from the girl before me. "It's a dinner that would have all of those big names one would find in the pages of Business Daily, sat in a room, and you say just!?" She let out a sigh at my tense form moving to and fro, fingers reaching to pick an apple off the table. "Just chill out, all right?" I only could imagine Tara rolling her eyes while my back was turned to her. At every second that went by, a sigh pushed by every exasperation, frustration and anger bubbling inside of me, would emit out of my lips, while my hands went rummaging the large sized closet at an end of the room"Come on, help me out Tara" I drawled, soon turning to a girl who seemed not a bit ready to undergo a round of body-wrecking work. "Is there a theme?" Her eyes accessed
My eyes followed the form of Susy hurrying to the gentleman who for the past hour had been sat at that corner, with eyes shifting here to there. But, that was no business of mine. It wasn't in my place to judge those who chose not to interact, especially in a gathering as this. The laughs of Susy soon came filling the air, head falling back at whatever that man said to her, that managed to get her mood lightened. For someone new, she seemed to be doing a good a job at getting acquainted, except that fellow didn't look like someone I had come across at Holden Inc. Perhaps he was from one of the many companies that had been invited to this event. My eyes at once went skimming the area, taking in the figures of magnificently styled forms moving around the room, engaging in the little activities that the night brought about. Gaze soon shifted to a figure strutting into the room, managing to snatch every attention at each corner—Adalynn. Arms linked in a man's, a smile had crossed
That blank gaze. Intent on me all the while that figure came waddling down the stairs, and in the time those eyes remained keen on my form, I stayed frozen on my feet. He was just as I imagined—That same striking resemblance he bore with his son, and with his scrutiny accessing my profile, I surely was to be found shaken. This was the same man I had heard of, for so long—The same one highly spoken of, and now, being stood here in the same room as him, all of me quaked. Trent Holden. Only at his incoming form, was I then spared an opportunity making out the features he shared with Kristoffer—Those eyes were similar, smile even befitting, not to forget that brooding energy which surrounded them. They were just alike, yet different. Trent was much different. His gaze never was questioning, and in as much as I juddered at his presence, there was just something that seemed warming about the fellow, which left had me wondering why Kristoffer was an exact opposite to him. "Miss Janet
The tension which burned in this space, was one which had me looking anywhere but the intricate lines on my palms which for some reason I had developed an interest on for the past minute. The night surely was young, but so was the communication shared between Kristoffer and I since we made leave from his father's home. He had spoken not a word to me since the minute I stepped into this vehicle, and I tell you, not even a cough came emitted my way. Eyes only fixed on the road, his grip on the steering wheel tightened, with the quietude lingering between both our forms, and only then did I think it wise cracking the silence which had befallen. "Are you taking me back to the office?" For a second his eyes turned to me, but as expected he had them set back on the road ahead. "I'm taking you home, Jane""Home?" A scoff came from me, eyes beholding the blank expression held on his face. "You barely know where I live, Mr. Holden" "Then you'd better start directing me" Came his words.
"That was Kristoffer Holden who was just in here now!" The voice of Tara blasted in the space, those gaping eyes of hers to be found watching every movement of mine. "You're smashing your boss!" I watched the glee cross the face of my friend, with eyes widened at me, that figure of hers drew nearer at each utterance she gave. "We're not smashing, T" I drawled, moving to and fro the room. "Perhaps, I'm misunderstanding it all, cause I just saw you making out with him right on our couch" "Okay, okay, okay. Whatever you say, but we're not smashing" Her grin grew even wider, figure tagging right behind mine as I pulled away from her, making my way into the kitchen area, hoping to evade all her taunts. "Why didn't you tell me, Jane?" Her hands reached for the brownies I had abandoned in the microwave, teeth sinking into it, while I watched the delight fill her eyes. So ready she was for the round of questionings. Ready to spend the night, if possible, going on about that sight she h