Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
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I reach my place of work, a moderately sized cubicle joined with the one beside it at the table. I place my bag on the empty desk, imagining how it should look like, now that it's mine.
I'm in team number four, lead by one Kayla Mitchell. Her name itself gave me a mean girl vibe, and boy is my instinct ever wrong. We had exchanged just introductions and my soul had sighed wearily because it felt like I'm talking to a Sofia Richman doppelganger.
We were too different- to sum it, she was the girl who wears the pencil skirt, and I was the one who didn't. I just hope we can cooperate professionally.
For today, she has given us five files of business prospects for SWOT analysis, which is going to take up all my time for the day. I feel I should make some friends.
I decide I'm going to put up two photographs here on my place, one with Dad, me and Celia, and one with Lily and me.
Lily.
Thinking of Lily, I am so sure that something's up, I can only pray it's not unbearably bad. Whatever be the matter, I have to cheer her up, revive the Liliana Preston sunshine smile, one that's not fake. And I'm going to do it today.
"Tessa?"
I turn at my name, and meet the one person I was dreading all along. It makes me full with bubbling anger as Axel Cordon stands in front of me in formals.
"How dare you-"
"No listen, just listen to me once. I am so sorry for my behaviour I was a complete jerk."
He cuts me in with a placating gesture of the hand and I fume.
"Yes you were."
He steps forward cautiously and I glare at him dangerously with a pointed look. I don't even want to have this conversation.
"I really am sorry, and I won't even bother you, I just wanted to talk to you once. To apologize."
I look at him carefully, trying to gauge if he genuinely is apologetic, but the one thing on his face, is not regret-but fear. And I get that this is not about apologies or remorse, this is just about him getting fired if I complain.
