Cecil walked into Stop's boardroom and discovered six of the seven board members already seated and waiting. She didn’t call for a meeting or know what this was for, and the confusion showed on her face. Her bright smile immediately faded, and she paused at the door with a startled look. “What is going on? And why are you all seated here?” “We all received emails last night requesting our presence at the company this morning by nine.” Maggie Reid, the blonde-haired lady in glasses seated on the left side of the room, answered. She was Cecil’s cousin and a major stockholder at Stop as well. Cecil received the performance statement last night from the finance department, and it was their lowest recording in two years. She had hoped to call for an official meeting with the board members, discuss the state of the parlour, and possibly declare bankruptcy. All of this she wanted at her own pace, but their gathering had snatched that opportunity from her. “I hope I am not too late,” Olive
Oliver’s POVThe anger and the helplessness of knowing her back was against the wall showed themselves on Cecil’s face. This was business and not a personal affair. Ela was a very business-minded person and kept everything professional. It was a show of respect to everyone seated, but Cecil didn't care about how she looked.She turned to me a few times, but I could do nothing. If I were to rise, Lewys would have attacked me, and I also didn’t want to get up. Ela was offering to buy Stop, and in so doing, I wouldn’t lose my investment. This was a win for everyone, including Cecil, but she didn’t see that.Getting fired on the spot made things worse.The security team marched in and came to lead her out, and Ela followed them. I followed, “You think this is the end?” she demanded as soon as they were out. “You think you are just going to come here and take everything away from me?”Imela gave her a pitiful look. “I think the answer to that is yes, I can.” She took a step forward. “And
My ride arrived after a few minutes, and I bid farewell to Vivian and told him to wish me luck. Knowing Cecil, she wouldn’t take the news well. A breakup would be the last thing she would accept, especially after everything she had been through, but this was for the best. It is better to break up now than when we are married. As long as Imela was here, I would never belong entirely to another, not really. Admitting it to myself was the first step out of confusion. Cecil deserved a better man—a man who would take her and all the love she had to give seriously. The car came to a stop, and I got down and paid. I walked into the house, and there was an opera theme playing. That was the first. I made my way further in, dragging myself as usual to the door and opened it. I stepped in and found Cecil seated on the bed, sobbing, and Chloe Reid, her mother, seated beside her, patting her back and consoling her. My stomach turned, but not in a good way. I didn't get along with the Reids as
Third POV Nina stood at the door, watching the make-up artist put the finishing touch on Cecil's face. She looked so beautiful on her special day that it brought back a few memories. Cecil had chosen a lace ball wedding dress that would trail behind her when she walked. There was a silver crown on her head that pinned the veil and her braided hair behind her and kept them both in place. Nina didn't understand the crown when she first saw it, but now she does. Cecil's father, Hunter Reid, was downstairs, and her mother, Chloe Reid, was in the room for moral support. The bride's maid and trail occupied the next room, and there were about five of them, all wearing matching royal blue dresses. Everything was in place, and in all but an hour, they would be at the chapel where the wedding would take place. Nina always had reservations about Cecil; she didn't trust someone who would date her friend's husband immediately after his divorce. It showed she was never a friend to Imela, and that
Oliver's POVThe alarm clock rang, telling me it was seven a.m., and I reached out and ended the annoying sound. My head fell back into bed, and I tried to get a few more hours of sleep; after all, it was the weekend. After a few minutes, my phone’s reminder beep went off, and I reached out to have a look. I found the reminder boldly written: "My Wedding Day."I had forgotten to delete this reminder, and now, here it was, staring at me in the face. I sighed and deleted it before tossing my phone onto the ground and dropping my head.Sleep came, and I was gone in minutes. I didn’t know how long I slept before my phone on the floor rang. I tried to ignore it and continue my sleep, but it didn’t stop ringing. Groaning, I rose from the bed and went to the phone, where I saw Seth's ID. I ended the call, but it began to ring again, and I switched it off and tossed it onto the bed.This way, it would stop ringing, and I could go back to bed and sleep.“Oliver, what the actual fuck do you thi
“Do you want to tell me why you are here without an invitation?” Imela asked as she walked up towards me, looking anything but happy to see me.I once again visited the Garcia Group firm without a formal invitation from her and was stopped by Benjamin. I knew Ela would prefer to come to the Plane enterprise, and if I had called ahead, that would have been what she would have done. I wanted to see her here. There was an energy I felt the last time I was here. She was more relaxed here than all the times she had been at the Plane Enterprise; I liked that.The floor looked to be in a more arranged fashion than it was when I came to visit the first time. A lot of work had been put in place to bring out the firm's unique look of comfort and confidence. Its outlook mimicked the one in Madrid, making it feel like a home away from home. The Garcia Group logo was also on the wall close to Ela’s office.She had let me in the last time by grace, and she told me they had a strict policy on visita
“What is appropriate to wear for a four-year-old's birthday party?” I asked Vivian over the phone as I stared at the white shirt, black jeans, and trousers I had on the bed. I was suddenly having second thoughts about it. I didn’t want to be overdressed, and I wanted to make an impression on Ela. "Jesse was barely a year old the last time I checked," Vivian replied, a little startled. “Are you drunk?” I grunted and said, “I am not; today is Ocean's birthday party. He invited me.” “Ocean,” he repeated, and he was thinking about the name. “Ela’s son.” “Why are you going to Imela’s son's birthday party?” “Because Ocean invited me,” I repeated. I needed him to keep up. “Where did you see him?” “That’s not the reason I called you, Vivian.” I hissed. “Then why did you call?” “I don’t know what to wear.” “What do you have in mind, princess?” “I was thinking of a white shirt and black jeans, but I don’t want to appear overly dressed; it’s a four-year-old party,” I answered before
My eyes were open in bed, and I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t have the strength, and as much as I ignored it, my heart hurt a little.I never got an answer from her regarding my question, and it’s been a week since Ocean's birthday. She has ignored my calls, sent them straight to voicemail, but never called back. She no longer frequented the Plane Enterprise, so I didn’t see her either. I wanted to visit her firm, but I had broken the rules twice, and I didn’t think she would be so generous. But I wanted to see her—I needed to.Seeing her was just as essential as the air I breathed at this point, especially after the beautiful kiss we shared on Ocean’s birthday. Did her old man advise her to stay clear of my path?Imela was a woman with her own mind and discretion; she could make her own decisions, so that couldn’t be it.Then why was she ignoring my calls and not replying to my messages? Was it because of the kiss? Was she angry? Should I not have kissed her?I was overthinking, bu