Gavin found himself intrigued by his wife's words, especially the last sentence she made. He felt his eyes water a bit, but did not think it had anything to do with what she had said, or anything to do with feeling bad. "What did you mean by that?" He asked. "What do you mean by saying I give false hope?" Please explain to me what that means."Meghan sighed. "I did not want to bring this up now, but because you asked, I think there is no better time to do so. It's about you telling me to go to the bank to secure investments." Gavin's ears spiked up at the mention of this. He had totally forgotten about the bank. And now he sincerely wanted to know how the ordeal must have turned out."Go on..." he urged. She did not notice how much his interest surged up at the mention of the bank from her."Well, I went to the bank alright," she began, "I got the deal, but it was not because of you. It was because I got help from someone I totally had no idea would have helped me in the first place
Meghan wore a happy face at work that morning. A smile almost as bright as the morning sun. She walked with a steady gait that showed confidence in the most non vocal ways comfortably. Her stride could be seen by everyone. She looked even more regal than she had ever been. And this was someone that, on a normal day, looked like a gracious goddess. Today she seemed to wear the heavens around her head like a crown so everybody could see it and admire her."Good morning," she greeted everybody she met along the way in the hallway. And they'd greet her as well. Who would not like a beautiful woman with a smile on her face talking to them? Certainly not the men she greeted on her way there."Good morning, Meghan," they'd say back, wondering what might have happened to her, as long as they could tell, Meghan was not much of a smiler. Or rather they had not seen her that happy in such a long time.Her mom and sister were in the office where she opened the door like a butterfly flying out of
When James finally sighted Meghan, he buried his head in shame and tried his very best not to look her in the eye. He was certain that she would scold him on how he was a promise and fail sort of person, as he had promised her that he would help her get a deal in the bank by speaking to his connection, but failed to achieve anything reasonable."Harry, I think I would be on my way now," he said, about backtracking out of the door without saying a thing to Meghan. Before Harry could react to his friend's sudden departure, Meghan had rushed into James' arms in a hug."Where do you think you are going?" She said, her voice a cheerful bundle of joy, as her arms tied up around him.James, frightened by what he considered to be mixed signals coming from her, stuttered in his speech, and was about to apologize to her. "Thank you," she said suddenly and certainly. "Thank you for what?" He asked, as confused as ever."Well, have you forgotten what you did?" Asked a perplexed Meghan. "Withou
31. Workplace Violence. Abuse. And Brutality.A day after the beating, and Gavin went back to work, walking by limping with his bruised leg and body. It was painful. And as though that was not enough, the weather itself was unbearable. The sun was high in the sky. The heat seemed to sip in through the wounds and into his bones. As he walked, tears hung to his eyes on standby. "I am not going to let him get away with this," he swore through the pain he was going through. "I promise I am going to make him pay for what he did." But physical pain was not the only thing Gavin was facing. Although he tried to ignore it. His heart too was wrenching on the inside, seemingly almost about to collapse. He could not help but remember the argument he had with Meghan just a few days ago when she saw him lying flat in the living room of their house. Her words, as sharp as a needle, and as cold as ice, still tore through him. The images and words kept on playing in his head, causing him more unt
Gavin's mouth was immediately short for words. He felt like there was more he could say, but then decided against it. He was quiet for the first few seconds after Brax had said what he said. He stood still, as though frozen in the coldness of time."Did you hear me, or did you not?" Brax once upon declared quite brashly. "Go to work this instant, or stay here and the next three minutes, lose this job. It seems you have become unable to hear in a matter of seconds.”Nothing to say, Gavin bowed his head and moved on ahead. He found right after he opened the door that Ron the C.S.O was still right there eavesdropping.Their eyes met and as Gavin had expected him to do, he went down to mock him. "Look who just got sent out of the office after trying to report me. You. Can you not see it, Gavin? You are a failure. You better go deliver on that job like the boss have told you to. You know you don't want to disappoint him." Gavin ignored him as expected to. He walked past without sparing
Ugh, another person trying to insult him again, Gavin thought, totally unimpressed by the woman's words or behavior."Are you really an employee of the City Express? Why do you look so tattered and beaten up like a bull?" The lady did not seem to want to back down on her repulsive questioning.Well there was nothing Gavin could do about it. He began walking back to his motorbike. But the unrelenting old woman followed him. "Why are you not answering me?" She asked, becoming furious with every step she took towards him, and every step he took away from her.He still gave her no replies. On his mind was only one imperative at the time: meet up with Meghan and find out what she wants to tell you."This is bad customer service. How can you be an employee of City Express? You're unprofessional, you're ugly, and you lack disrespect. Your body is also badly shaped. Don't move any more inches, you scoundrel, or I will call your boss, right here, right now."By that time, Gavin was already on
Gavin was shocked to hear that. His eyes were widened for a minute as he thought to ask why. But he had the feeling that the answer would not have been something he would love to hear."Okay, fine." He agreed. He was far too curious now to back down from it. And he felt good that his wife wanted to talk to him about something. It meant to him that at least she still felt he was dependable enough to tell.It had been a long time standing since she had done that. It had him really gibbering feelings in his guts. And he wanted to keep feeling that way. "Really? You agree to that?" Meghan asked, surprised at his willingness to act that way even at a request she felt to be humiliating and embarrassing."Of course. Anything for you, my love. You can tell me anything you want to tell me. I am here for you."His words pierced her heart. So much so that she began feeling bad for making such a request. She heaved a sigh, looked out of the glass windows for sometime, watching the streets filled
Meghan flushed red with anger, nearly smashing the table with his her hands. The jug in the middle of the table bounced up and down a bit. She only realized herself when she turned her head around and saw that there were people looking at her."What do you mean by that?" She said angrily. "Are you trying to make fun of me, Gavin? Please don't do this to yourself. Please don't. You don't know at all how you look at this instant. I beg of you, Gavin.""What?" Gavin asked rhetorically. "How hard is it to believe that I am the one that made it possible to get the deal."With every word that came out of Gavin's mouth, Meghan would only feel her anger surge up the more. "Will you just shut up?" She demanded angrily. "How can you say that? How could you possibly have gotten me the deal when you literally have nothing?"Gavin did not say a word at this. He couldn’t quite possibly blame her for something he had not told her about before."I know what you are doing, and to be quite frank with