"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
Such silence which had found its clutch around my form, the minute I stepped foot into the office premises, was one which left me withered. How much it had gotten ahold of me—So intent it was, I just could tell when something was up. Especially because the figure of Adalynn wasn't sat at that desk, unlike every other day, ready to toss questions my way for one thing or the other. The entire area was quiet, which now left me agitated. Perhaps, something happened. I wasn't given enough time to ponder on that, as the figure of Adalynn came strolling in. A file in hands, she hurried to her desk, rummaging through. It took a long minute for her to finally take notice of my figure stood here all the while, and when she did, I watched the life rush to her gaze having turned to me. "Janet. I was just in your office" She rushed those words."You must hurry along. There's a car outside waiting for you. The driver will take you to the director's house"Her words came packed one after the o
I sauntered into Holden Inc., all with an elated heart, and a beaming face. With memories of last night flashing into my head, I couldn't help but flush as those thoughts came englobing me. "You pull me, Jane" How could I forget those words, or was it just how intently that grey gaze held mine, all night long. All through the night, I thought to make part with the event, part of me knowing that it was only some mistake which I had stupidly warmed up to, yet no matter how hard I tried, every detail that came with the hour, sought to cling onto me."Mr Holden requests your presence in his office" I spun around at the break of those words, only to meet a blank-faced Adalynn staring at me with a look that said, 'it's a new morning packed with all naggings I have out for you'For such a bright day, she seemed as grumpy as ever. With eyes looking me up and down, they threatened to tear at my skin. "Get going, Jane. When the director requests you. You shouldn't freeze on your feet, look
THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW "You had your secretary spread on the couch of your office? Where is your dignity!?" The voice of the woman poured out strong, eyes beholding the calm ones of Kristoffer. "That wasn't my secretary, mother. That's the company's marketer" Kristoffer pitched in. "Oh, even worse" She flung her arms in the air, figure moving to have a seat by the desk. "Why are you here, mother? And I thought I informed Adalynn not to let anyone in" He called. His figure was behind the desk, and with eyes holding onto that form before him, he only watched the lady rage on. "Who is that girl, Kris?" The voice of Mrs Holden was low, eyes awaiting the ones of her son. "I told you, already. She is the company's marketer" "Is she the same one your father said had stopped by the house the other day" When no response followed, a weak sigh only poured her lips, eyes staring intently at the form of her son. . "Oh, dear. What are you getting yourself into?" Her words were low."I