"Mirabel, Mirabel" "Huh? What?" Mirabel was pulled out of her train of thought as she heard Charlotte call out her name and tap her shoulders. "I should be asking you what's wrong. you've been spacing out ever since you came to work today, are you okay?" Charlotte arranged the books on her table and glanced at Mirabel with a worried look. "Oh yeah, I'm okay" Mirabel rubbed her palms on her creased forehead. She honestly doesn't know what is wrong with her, whether it was because of the workload she had piled up or because Axel has been ghosting her presence throughout the week, ever since the last Sunday they went to the basement. Shrugging the thoughts off her shoulders, she picked up the scripts on her table. "What's the time?" she checked on her phone, it was already noon so she quickly arranged her things "Bye, I have work with Senior Ivy now" She dashed off the RAAH Department and went straight up to the drama auditorium. Mirabel arrived on time to see Ivy walking into the hal

"It would be better if I don't even cross parts with him again, 'cause if I do..." Mirabel received a call from Arabella when she just arrived at Gold Fox early Monday morning. Arabella had called to inform her about her afternoon flight and that she wouldn't be in the country for the next two weeks. Their conversation ended up drifting to the topic of how Arabella's pride was marched on. "Are we still on this again, Ara?" Mirabel cut her short as she asked. She was in the RAAH preparing her things to go to the auditorium for acting. "Of course, we are still on this. Well, not till I get my sweet taste of revenge" Said Arabella from the other line of the call. "Hmm? I'll advice you to not go extreme with whatever plans you are brewing up" uttered Mirabel, walking out of the RAAH to head upstairs. "Yeah, yeah... I know. I just hope I don't cross parts with him again" muttered Arabella. "Later then..." Mirabel said before she hung up the call. She was focused on the screen of her p

Back in the company. "Fuck" Charlotte cursed under her breath when the call suddenly disconnected but she realized it was because of the network, she couldn't call back again as the problem was from her side. Charlotte used her torchlight to glance around the room, she meant it when she said she hated darkness. She had always been scared of staying alone in enclosed dark places right from when she was young, years back. She took a deep tiring breath, rested her back on the wall, and sat down on the floor. Her eyes glinted with something bitter, she wouldn't have stayed back if it wasn't because of her family back at home. Charlotte was the daughter of a publicly known rich man of country A. Charlotte had lost her mother years back in an accident, the incident had left a scar on young Charlotte as she had witnessed the scene. Her mother's car had clashed with another car with a man and woman in it. She would have died on the spot also, but her mother had shielded her by covering he

Mirabel woke up very early on Friday, cause she had to arrive at Gold Fox early before traveling together with the team. She got up from the bed, glancing toward Axel's side of the bed, but he wasn't there. Mirabel stood up and went straight to the bathroom to take her bath, she brushed her teeth in haste before she showered up and walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest, the length reaching above her knees. She removed the towel that she had used in wrapping her hair. Her hair was damp because she had washed it, and the water droplets from her hair trailed down to her shoulder. Mirabel went straight to the mirror and blow-dried her hair with the hair dryer. She went into the closet and picked up a simple dress, a black long-sleeved top, and a pair of jeans and trousers, she didn't take long before dressing up. Mirabel wore her black long coat which reached below her knees, she took her handbag and a box that contained her clothes to wear for the next few w

***STUART'S MANSION*** Troy stood in front of his grandfather who was studying the file he had brought home, nervousness, and sweat evident in Troy's eyes with the hope that his grandfather sees this as a good sign and unfreeze his account. "Good good, I'm impressed, keep it up. These are things you should spend more of your time on and not play around with your friends always, by partying at every chance you get" Old Master Stuart sat down with his glasses on as he read the document. "Now you can leave, bring more of this and I might consider pardoning you" Troy felt all his hopes shatter as he heard what his grandfather said. 'More of this?' he has spent his sweat, sleep, and time to make just one, and his grandfather wants him to bring more. "Grandfa..." "Shush, you can leave" Old Master Stuart dropped the document on the table and went back to the newspaper he had been reading before Troy came in. Troy didn't know what to do again, he picked up the document and walked out of