Masuk[Emily]
“Get off her!” someone shouted from behind him. The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't see who it was. He had a gun pointed at the man’s head.
The man raised his hands and slowly got off me. Stepping down, my saviour's face finally came into view, and I was shocked by who it was.
“Are you alright?” He asked me, and I nodded my head, speechless. I never thought he’d be my last hope. I stepped down from the car and realised there was a different gang of men pointing guns at the man, and his men.
“What are you doing, Cyrus? I thought I warned you not to cause trouble here?”
“And I thought I told you not to interfere in my business," Cyrus sneered back. He looked pissed, but he was outnumbered and could do nothing. I avoided looking at him and prayed that this would all end soon so I could get the hell out of there.
"If you don't want that then get out of here."
“I will, but I’m taking the girl with me.”
“No, you won’t. She owes you nothing, and so she comes with me”
Cyrus's men moved closer, trying to initimidate the other men but they stood their ground.
“Don’t let this turn bloody, Cyrus. She’s not going with you, and that’s final.”
“Is that a threat?” Cyrus let out a laugh, finding the situation amusing. He looked briefly at me, but I turned away from his gaze.
“Take it how you want to.”
“ You’ll pay for this, Alan. Mark my words, you will. And you, miss, you better watch your back.”
He called his men off, and they climbed into the van before driving off. He looked at us through the rearview mirror, and there was an evil grin plastered on his face. I watched them retreat until I was certain they were out of sight before letting out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. The men waited a few moments longer to ensure they wouldn’t return.
“I should have listened to you when you warned me to leave. All this wouldn’t have happened if I had done what you'd asked.” Suddenly, so overwhelmed that I started crying. The worst would have happened if he hadn’t shown up.
The bartender, Alan, pulled me in for a hug. I didn’t care that I barely knew him; all the problems I had been facing for the past few weeks suddenly crashed down on me, and I sobbed as I’d never done before.
He held me close until I finally calmed down.
“Thank you for saving me. I would have been—.” I broke out in tears again. Just thinking about it hurts.
He moved back slightly and said, “It’s nothing. I don’t help people that often, so I’m not a good person. And I’m sorry about the way I spoke to you earlier. You were being so stubborn, and I just lost it.”
“It’s okay. I should have listened to you, too.”
“Cyrus is a dangerous man, someone not to mess with. His threat means nothing to me because he needs me. The same can’t be said for you. I'd advise you to leave New York for a while because I know he’ll try to find you. His pride’s been hurt, so he won’t let it slide.”
I nodded, overwhelmed by everything. But I knew I had to listen to him this time, and so I smiled at him and said, “Okay, I will.”
Alan gave me his number and told me to contact him if anything came up. I thanked him, and he shook my hand before turning to leave. He opened the door, but I called him, halting his steps.
“I have a question.”
He nodded as if telling me to carry on.
My voice was shaky as the words tumbled out of my mouth, “The man I met the other night, his boss- what’s his name?”
“You’re safer not knowing that," he said before disappearing behind the door.
My heart sank. Just thinking of how dangerous my baby’s father could be made me disappointed with myself. There was no way I’d allow my child to be tainted with the impure deeds of its father. I had to go away, raise my child somewhere far away. It was the only choice I had at the moment.
I took a moment to collect myself before taking my bag that lay forgotten on the ground. I made my way out of the alley and hailed a taxi. As I sat in the backseat of the moving vehicle, the lyrics of ‘August’ flowed through my lips as I thought of everything that had happened. I was determined to put distance between myself and the disturbing events that had unfolded today.
Little did I know that it would be an impossible task to do.
[Emily]“So what are you doing?” I asked Lisa, whose eyes were glued to the computer screen, but she wasn't giving me an ounce of attention. After a while, she finally remembered to answer me.“We need to access a report of the budget and expenditure for last year’s marketing campaigns, but Mr Stradford isn’t around, so we're trying to see if we can access it on the database without his permission.”“Oh, let me help then.”After three hours, going through the data and running around from department to department, I was ready to declare today as my worst day here.And we weren’t even halfway done. If I could rate today, I would give it a negative five-star review.Just as I thought it couldn’t get any worse, the telephone beside my desk buzzed with a call.“Hello, Emily from marketing speaking,” I answered brusquely.“Come to my office immediately.” The line disconnected immediately, and I was filled with dread.What does he want from me now?I grabbed my notepad and walked to Ms Tash
[Emily]The much-needed weekend was over, and Monday started with a headache no kind of Advil could fix.I’d spent the whole weekend replaying the conversation with that devil over and over again, on repeat. Just saying his name felt like a bad omen. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his expression when he told me I couldn’t leave. He had been calm, cold and very certain.The man could kill someone with a smile on his face and get away with it. That I was sure of; I’d seen him do it six years ago.If I was going to continue working at LensCorp with him around for two more years, then I had to come up with a plan. To protect Hayden, to protect myself.But I’d have to be strong, not to give him a chance to see my weaknesses.“Mommy, you’re making the angry face again,” Hayden said around a spoonful of cereal, bringing me out of my thoughts.I blinked. “What angry face?”He scrunched his eyebrows together, puffed out his cheeks, and gave me a spot-on imitation. I almost choked on my cof
[Elias]I gave her a flat look. “You always jump straight to that, don’t you?”“When it comes to women, yes.” She leaned closer, voice low. “Because you don’t do curiosity, Elias. You either want control or you don’t care. And right now, you sound very interested.”“No, I don’t,” I said, standing up, running my hand through my hair. “You’re just jealous she has an ounce of my attention.”“Maybe.” She set down her glass and stood in front of me, arms crossed. “But I know you, Elias. When something gets under your skin, you start digging. You won’t stop until you figure it out… don’t do that with her.”For a second, I almost said she was right. That day in Tasha’s office, she had looked at me as though she was seeing a ghost. She looked haunted, terrified and even broken. Something about that look in her eyes- was it fear? It intrigued me, and it did get under my skin.Why did she look at me as though she’d seen her worst nightmare?“Noted,” I said instead, turning toward the window.Ta
[Elias]By the time I finally left the office, my head was pounding. I loosened my tie and stepped into the warm night air. It was only eight o'clock, but it looked like it was already midnight. I walked to the parking lot, spotting my Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+ a few minutes ahead, where I’d parked it this morning.I climbed into the car, pressing the ignition, before I sped out of the building. There was music playing, low jazz that filled the silence.By the time I pulled into the underground garage, I could already see three texts lighting up my phone.Aliya: “You’re late”Aliya: “Dinner’s getting cold.”Aliya: “Don’t make me come drag you here.”I stared at the last one. I could see her doing that. I chuckled before walking into the fancy apartment complex just around downtown.When I finally walked into her place, she was standing in the kitchen in that oversized silk robe she loved, hair in a loose bun, a glass of wine in hand and pretending she wasn’t checking the door ev
[Emily]I never knew until now that there was a clause that required me to work for seven years. Was that even legal?At that time, I had been heavily pregnant and just needed the job and the security that came with it.“I… I didn’t realise,” I stammer. “I was…”“Ignorant?” He cuts me off again, his tone clipped. “I bet you didn’t even read the paper you signed.”My face flushes hot, wishing I could go back in time. Wishing this were all a dream? That I wasn't standing here with him.His gaze doesn’t waver. “Ignorance doesn’t nullify obligation.”I clench my jaw. ‘So you’ll sue me if I leave?’ I want to ask, but I don't.“If you breach your contract, LensCorp has every right to pursue legal action,” he continues, moving from his desk to stand in front of me. I subconsciously move back.“Legal action? For resigning?” I blurt out, without thinking.He tilts his head slightly. “You’re not resigning. You’re abandoning a binding agreement.”I stare at him, frustration and fear twisting tog
[Emily]The morning feels wrong the moment I wake up. There’s that quiet before the storm kind of stillness, the kind that presses on your chest and tells you something’s about to go very wrong. I don’t know if it’s instinct or paranoia. Maybe it’s both.I dropped Hayden off at school as usual.“Mommy, when I get home today, can we get ice cream?”“Only when you finish your homework first,” I say, smiling slightly despite the turmoil in my heart.He grins up at me, gap-toothed. “Deal.”I kiss his forehead, breathe him in, and tell myself to be brave.The bus ride to LensCorp feels longer than usual, every stop dragging out like time’s mocking me. The buildings look the same, the same busy streets, the same noise from honking cars, but everything feels different now. Maybe because I know he’s here, breathing the same air as me.When I reached the building, I almost turned back. My reflection in the glass doors looks pale with dark circles beneath my eyes. I hadn’t slept a wink last nig







