"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

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

I quaked. And all the while I stumbled out the space of that office, all of me was to be found juddered. "Oh, Jane" I took in such forced smile on the face of the lady before me, eyes narrowed at my form proceeding out of Kristoffer's office. "I didn't know you were in there" Came those words, and soon, Adalynn had placed all of her focus on me. "You must have met Mrs. Holden, then. A charming one she is" She began. "Although you might beg to differ since she happened to walk in on you, screwing her son" For a split second, I struggled not to give her the reaction she so yearned to get from me, but my lips had without warning parted open at the drop of her words, eyes left gaping on at her form. "Oh I've happened to know for a while, now" That grin of hers which managed to cross that pretty face, was all but sheer terror, one in disguise of a sweet lady. "You didn't think it would arouse suspicion with you always being in his office, when your department was a floor from his?

The prying eyes of the crowd was sure to linger on me as I pushed into the space.Some barely concerned, some utterly displaying the discomfort in their eyes while gazing upon me, yet, one thing was sure to remain—I didn't fit into such crowd. Of course I was one to know that, especially since the form of Connie was now storming over to me, all with the rage in her eyes, and the worned out expression which had nothing on that face. And on she came, figure shot towards me, and in the time, the number of people had their gazes now settled on us, I only remained watching the lady."Why are you here?" She dropped flat. It took me everything not to break the gaze of the woman before me. "I thought I had informed you not to step foot here, dear" "Mr Holden invited me" My voice was low, eyes anywhere but hers. "I'm only here for him" I called firmly. The laugh that came tumbling out her lips, had me staring blankly at that profile, gaze beholding the amusement which had filled her eye

Life's hectic. Believe me.Some days it brought smiles, other days, it pulled confusion, Frustration, utter dejection. I wasn't the weakest, nor was I the strongest, but surely could feel. I could feel weak, hurt, and even now I still was hurt. Now, the reason for that being, I don't know, but I knew how much I hurt—I was hurt that there was nothing more that could happen in what I had found myself crossed in. More hurt that there was nothing I could do about it. Sometimes we find ourselves longing for something, but realize those are just wants of our heart. Utter desires. I could hear the cars honking past my staggering figure, some peeking out their windows, throwing curses my way, but I cared not at this point. Body and mind was exhausted. One might as well run into me. Also, the wild downpour which had decided to come unannounced on a fine New-York evening, right in the middle of March didn't do much in helping matters at all. Form drenched clothes to skin, I pushed on, hold