where it ends || h.s. {COMPLETED}

Chapter 16

Maela's Point of view

It's Monday morning once again, and I begin to drag myself from the lonely and vacant bed that I live in and hoist myself into my bathroom to get ready. Today my legs refuse the comfort of a tight pencil skirt and resort to a fitted but casual navy blue dress, sufficient for me to look professional and to work in.

When I walk into the office that morning Grace is already typing away in her office and as her eyes meet mine she stands, but I shoo her attention away and slip into my office. A knot is formed in the depths of my abdomen, but I feel like that's from Friday's encounters, which was also the last time I had contacted Harry after our bitter.. conversation. But really, there's something else in the air that's pulling on my leg, and I'm preparing myself for something that may not even be true.

Besides that I begin to get started on my work, documents and planning for bigger events. And anything else that Brian wants to drop on me. It's nothing new.

I'm about halfway through revising my seventh document when a familiar ding comes from my computer, an email popping up on the glass screen. I furrow my eyebrows and click on the blinking icon, my eyes scanning my box of opened mail from Brian who insists on piling more work on me. My mind sets on the fact that Brian must be giving me new work, but when I see the highlighted row of a new email, I frown at the sight of something not related to Brian's email.

EVERES INC. is painted across my computer and my lips part in shock, completely caught off guard at the new sight. Oh my fucking-

My eyes burn at the unbelievable information and I manage to shoot some sense into my nerves as I finish staring at the email, my mouse moving to hover over the forbidden message, and finally clicking it open. Of what I expected to be a devils invitation to hell, I'm instead faced with a simple email, a few words printed across the screen.

From: EVERES INC.
To: Maela Sharp
Subject: Peace Offering

Ms. Sharp, so glad to see that I have found a way to reach you, fortunately Mr. Hoss has given me quite the information. As you can see by the subject I would like to see you for a peace offering.

Perhaps, lunch at ART today? Sure it's not a problem, right Ms. Sharp?

So you at twelve Sharp, don't be late.

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My eyes are blinking rapidly as I find it hard to focus on anything, deeming nothing fit for me to really fully comprehend the audacity this woman has to ask me any of this. But when it all comes down onto me, the clock strikes 11:30, and I only have a minute to figure out if I really am going to head out and find this devils spawn.

My lips press together and I rub my temples in distress. Oh god.. she knew if she were to send it this close to the time I would have no time but to only make a decision. Not that I would care if I were late, just.. she's a cunning bitch that has my attention.

Before I know it I'm heading out the door, my arms sliding into my coat.

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Although my head is bursting at the seams with the thought of Harry, I feel my body being pulled into the lounge area, the restaurant named ART. The place was alive and many people were here to chat while the majority of us were dressed in business suits and dresses for work. It is lunch time, I know that, and I found it displeasuring that if I needed to get out of here- or even claw the woman again, I would be doing it in the eyes of all these people.

Surprisingly she's sitting in a tight booth in the corner of ART and she sips on her red wine, swirling the drink within her crystal glass. The side I had scratched her at isn't visible to me, and I find it discomforting that she's hiding it with her other side. I'm already rolling my eyes, but swiftly I walk past anyone who makes their way in front of me and I sit down, Ms. Everes finally looking at me, slowly putting down the wine glass in front of her.