Shadows Of The Past

Chapter Eight

The rest of the week passed in a high active mode. Kayla had received the agreements duly signed and sealed by the Millers, the very next day. She had been in constant touch with Ryan, James, Samantha, Kate and Ryan – the whole time – exchanging documents, presentations, reports etc.

Even had a couple of meetings with them either in their office or at Fusion Heights.

She also realized, she had grown to like ME very much. In the midst of all this – one thing did remain consistent. Veronica's behavior towards Kayla. She loathed her and Kayla on the other hand have lost all the hopes of having peace with her – EVER!

Oh yes, she met the famous Veronica Young on her very second day at the Millers. And to say that she was a stone bitch with a beautiful face was an understatement.

Though Kayla could clearly tell she was a beautiful creature, but only from her outer demeanor.

Her first thought about this woman was nothing less than a promising model with her statuesque figure, long midnight black hair, beautiful dark eyes, pastel skin which was flawless, beautiful features and full lips which she often painted in red.

But soon she realized how wrong she was in judging her, she was an angel – the Satan's angel from hell.

She and Veronica cannot be under the same roof – that was established.

One thing was for sure, Veronica Young loathed me.

Her aunt's arrival created a ruckus at home. Kayla could say her aunt was as erratic as always – She loved us in a strange way which she often showcased by giving them hugs and kisses and gifts with their price tags on it now and then.

But then – it was never easy to put up with Aunt Clarice.

Her mother and Aunt Clarice were poles apart.

Defeated, her mother managed two days' trip to Paris for her younger sister's crazy shopping mania for shoes. She had her mother promised to come for the final preparations – at least four weeks prior.

During her whole stay, her father did succeed to give a cameo appearance, which she occasionally complained.

It was Friday. Kayla woke up in her usual time. Though she slept late, she felt well-rested. Having a long day, filled up with meetings and reports, it would make her day go more hectic, she decided to make it early to the office.

Kayla realized that it was already a month, since I started working with the Millers. She got very well acquainted with Ryan's staff and the Miller system. She had made different presentations for his Marketing and Branding activities. I had shared some innovative ideas for the launch and success of his new show.

When he had asked me to give a focus on the HR and the Operations of his Company, Fusion Heights delivered solutions for his problems.

In short, she found Ryan content with what she had delivered in these three weeks. Work wise it was good. Project – ME was keeping me immensely occupied along with her other projects.

She realized that it was third time this week, that she didn't go for her morning jog. She missed it again. Promising herself to run three miles tomorrow and using her weekend to the fullest, she ran to the bathroom, but couldn't afford to miss the hot-water bath that fast. Ten minutes later, she stepped out of her bathroom wrapping a bath coat around herself.

She chose to wear her plain grey shirt with pin stripe lines and black trousers and black blazer with a light makeup on her face.

She examined herself on the mirror – one last time, before she left her room. She reached the Millers at 9:00 am.