JAY'S POVWhy did it have to be her?Why did she have to be home at the time?Why did she have to be the one to save me?My teeth grinded. I could have accepted anyone else…anyone at all seeing me in my worst state but her.The mere thought that she had come at the right time told me she must have heard everything that bastard Carlos Fowler said. I forced myself out of bed and went for a glass of water. But I had yelled at her when she had helped me. Guilt prickled me. I shrugged. I never asked for her help. She didn't have to… but she did. And that was driving me crazy. “That bastard Carlos…”A moment later one of the maids informed me Mr Hugo was coming up to my quarters. It wasn't too long a time before Mr Hugo showed up. “Good morning sir. I thought I might have been mistaken but I drove past a car that resembled that of the vice chairman of JF group.”“You saw him.”I edged towards my dressing room feeling my jaw tighten. Mr Hugo followed me. “Sir, was Mr Carlos Fowler he

WRITER'S POVJay looked at the flowers again. For the upteenth time. What would he say was his reason for offering a bunch of flowers to his worker? Surely he had gone crazy. He let out a groan and began to practise his line. But he stopped after a few seconds, surprised at himself. What was he thinking asking Mr Hugo to get the flowers? But he had already gotten them. It would be a shame to let them go to waste. He was a honourable man supposed to preserve nature. And she saved him. Yes, a gift for saving him. That was it. He picked up the bouquet and without another second to begin another round of contemplation, he sauntered out of his chamber. Out of his quarters, he trotted down stairs. At the foot of the stairs he momentarily paused. Looked left and right. Coast was clear. If he was correct, the elderly maid servants must have not yet arrived from their various homes at this hour. For his sake, he hoped Karen was early that day. He proceeded towards the servants quarters.

WRITER'S POVIt had been over an hour since Karen confirmed she had been called and she had missed the interview. But she couldn't bring herself to leave the interviewing surroundings. What was the essence of leaving? Where was she going to go? Lost in her own thoughts, staring at things but seeing nothing, people walked in and out of the interviewing room. One after the other, people got interviewed. The place got emptier by the minutes. The woman calling out names came out each time announcing a new person to get ready to be interviewed next. Karen wished for a moment that the woman would change her mind and let her be interviewed. But the woman never said a word to her the entire time. It was as if she never saw her. Deep into the afternoon and it was now remaining just a woman waiting to be interviewed. Tiffany sat up and scanned around. How could she just go? She looked at herself. She hadn't even been able to get some quality sleep the past nights. All for this interview.

WRITER'S POV“I am done for,” Karen mumbled, sprawled on the floor. She looked at the door that just went shut where Jay had disappeared into. Was he aware?Was it just her eyes or did she really see a hint of smirk in his face?She couldn't tell but one thing was certain, she could not accept this job. But she needed it. She needed it so desperately. She sighed heavily and began to pull herself up from the floor. Karen couldn't help but think of her luck as she trudged home.She was just about to call Tina when her phone started ringing. It was Tina calling.“So much for I will be posted to one of their subsidiaries…” Karen muttered and stared fixedly at her ringing phone. “I was just about to you…”“How was it? Do you think you did well in the interview? How were their faces?” Tina’s questions bombarded Karen's ears. She had to slightly shift her phone away from her ears. “You said Mr Jay wouldn't be there.”“Wait…was he present? Really?! That's strange.”“Yes. Very strange,”

Mr Hugo finished parking Jay's briefcase for his meeting. “Sir, do I have to come along now that Miss Karen will be present for this meeting?” Mr Hugo asked as he handed Jay the briefcase. Jay collected it. “What is it, Mr Hugo? Do you have somewhere else to be?”“I… no, it's nothing. I will get the car ready at once.”Mr Hugo turned and headed for the exit. “You are dismissed.”He heard Jay say and immediately halted. “What?”“Go home and take your family to some fine dinner. Say happy birthday to Junior on my behalf.”Mr Hugo’s ears twitched. His heart swelled with gratitude and a sense of validation and importance took him. Jay hadn't forgotten what the day was to him. It was his son's birthday and that morning before he left for work, he had promised to be home earlier to spend time with them. “You remembered.” He mumbled. Jay casted him a glance. Then he made a nonchalant shrug. “Well, I owe junior one so I am fulfilling it by doing this. Tell him one of these I might pop i