Sorry for the short chapter guys, next one will be long.
"I'm so sorry, but I'm not allowed to let you in. Please use the door now." The receptionist utters, her air of confidence on as she looks at me from head to toe. I doubt she has seen Aurora, because I know if she had, she wouldn't have objected to let me in. We are in the waiting hall right now and it wasn't to come in because there wasn't any security man minding the gate. These are things I will change once I get power in my hands because if there's no strong security, how then are the inhabitants of the great company as these supposed to be save? While I was working here, she had been one of those to underrate me but now I happen to be her boss. Hmph, I will teach they all who have looked down on me. "I want to meet with your boss, please let him know that he has a guest." I explain, then I move my hand up to my collar to strengthen it a minute. I don't want to look bad when I stand before my father.The lady sneers and she snaps a finger at me with a look of disgust on her face
~Author's Pov~Lynn turns back and sees Mr Matteo, his biological father standing behind him. He looks powerful and intimidating and when his eyes meets his, his orbs softens and Lynn feels a strong urge to cry but he suppresses it and smiles at him. He called him son, he keeps wondering how he knows about it because he's aware of the fact that Aurora hasn't said a word to him. How then did he know about it? "Son?...," The receptionist stutters, her voice quivering in fear as she looks from Mr Matteo to Lynn who she has just insulted. Alias, how is her fate going to be now? She can't help but think."The young man standing before you is my real son, Lynn. He has been undercover for some years now. Infact, he got back from UK a year ago but made his intention clear of going undercover. He's a Hidden Gem but now he's back as a shining light." Mr Matteo explains, smile tugging at the sides of his face. He looks happy and for a reason he thought it was the best thing to do at the situati
I stare at Mr. Matteo for a moment before briefly glancing towards Aurora, who I believe, at the moment, is in the right position to answer the question.Aurora seems to get the clue from me, and she coughs lightly before narrating all that she told me. Mr. Matteo looks blank, his face ashen white as he thinks of all he has learned. I wonder what's running through his mind right now. I know for sure that he will punish Zente for what he did, but what I do not know is whether or not he will punish Bruno, for he is still his son. After all, he's the son he raised himself, and I feel the same way towards my parents. It doesn't matter if I'm not related to them by blood; by heart, we are a family."Son?" Dad says softly, his voice breaking as he takes me in. He must be feeling bad because of how tattered I look, and I must make sure to assure him that the fault isn't his."Father," I reply. Looking into his hazel eyes, I see them brimming with tears, and I rush towards him, enveloping him
It's six o'clock and my alarm rings and I sigh.I've been awake since five, however. It's been just two weeks since I started working at MT Hurstville, a fashion house but it feels like two years. Every day brings worse experiences than I ever thought could happen to me. I hate it here but I need the job to make ends meet. I've just texted Oceana, my girlfriend, recently turned fiancé too. The message has been delivered but she hasn't read it. It's early and I should probably give her some time but I just really needed someone familiar to talk to. I'll text her again later and probably see her after work. I get up to dress and I'm conflicted. I try to dress as corporate as possible every day. It's stressful but I never know who might walk in and see me. The clothes might get stained at work but I feel it's worth it. It might get me a better spot in the company someday. I brought out the shoes I wanted to wear today. Dress shoes. They're old but they'll still do it for a while. Until
Break time is over by the time I get back into the locker room. I'm so disoriented. I keep wondering how Oceana could do this to me. My heart feels like it's being squeezed. I throw my already too-soggy sandwich in the trash. Even if it was still good, I don't think I can stomach anything down right now. What hurts the most is how she treated me. I can excuse Bruno because he usually is a jackass but her?To think that I thought she loved me. I loved her with everything in me and I thought she loved me too. The things she said to me back there keep replaying in my mind. I was only good for company. As I keep thinking, I get more angry than hurt. I put off paying up for my rent so I could get that ring. It was the best I could get at that price and I put almost all my savings to it. I had hoped to get her something better as soon as I could. She just called it cheap and returned it like it was nothing. She looked at me like I was nothing. She said she couldn't stay with me, e
It's been a really long and tiring day. I'm drained from all I've been through today.After four more hours of almost constant cleaning while trying to avoid anything that would take me to Bruno's office. I know that she's still there with him and I don't want to see them again.There is actually no telling what I might do in the state I'm in currently. I've come too close to losing my job twice today and I shouldn't push it. This is unarguably one of my worst days since I started working here. I didn't even have time to sit down and clear my head.It's finally closing time and I head to the locker room to get my stuff. I head outside to the bicycle parking rack and hop on into my company car. My stomach rumbles as I do so and I remember that I haven't had anything to eat today. That soggy sandwich would have come in handy now. I remember I don't have anything at home to eat either. I need to go grocery shopping. I get into the car and start the engine, as I drive, I wonder
My alarm rings and I wake up to see it's the next day. Just when I thought the night wouldn't end. It's six o'clock in the morning. I should start getting ready for work. I pick up my phone and see over ten missed calls from my sister. She must be really worried. I had told her I was going to speak with her yesterday but after the day I had, I didn't even remember to do that. It's too early to call her now, she must still be fast asleep so I set a reminder to call her later in the day. I don't want her adding me to the list of her worries. She has too much on her plate as it is now. In truth, Tamara isn't really my biological sister, but we feel like blood. I met her when I was forced to stay at a foster home after my dad's accident. We clicked on the first conversation and became inseparable after that. When I was finally able to leave the foster home, my dad fought for her adoption, when he saw how much I liked her and how much I wanted her to live with us. It wa
It's been 4 days since I got fired and I've spent many hours of those days at this bar, leaving only when they're about to kick me out. I'm running through my savings as fast as I can. I can starve afterwards. Besides, it’s even better if I die than if I continue to live like this.Today is the day the designs are to be presented to Matteo, the Senior Director. Today could have been my day. I'm sitting at the bar when someone changes the channel to a live coverage of the event at MT Hurtsville. Great, now I have to watch it on television. I watch as the Senior Director walks around admiring the designs and giving comments as he looks at them. He stops occasionally to scrutinize some designs and looks pleased with almost all of them. I see him take a pause and he looks taken aback. The camera turns to focus on what made him stop. This particular design causes an applause to go through the crowd. Matteo looks on in awe. It is my design. “This is beautiful. I haven't seen anyth