Wipe His Tears

1.

Years had passed but Rachel was the same; consistent and determined in her business world.

She was her own idol, and always knew her potential. Bringing herself out of a middle class problematic house she built her own empire, her only world, her business.

She owned a luxurious jewellery brand.

Sitting in her office, she was looking through designs and signing papers.

𝗥'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩 (Rachel as R)

'It's been a while since I took out some time for myself', I moaned resting my head back on my not so comfortable leather chair.

I let myself loose for a minute closing my eyes and thought about art and the green, as it is the only remedy to escape my tiresome cycle of life.

I heard a knock sat up straight and asked the person to come in.

'Good morning ma'am. The designs are ready. Here have a look,' Sera, my pa said.

Few of my employees presented me with those spectacular designs. Indeed, our brand is again going to blow a bane in the market.

'......and this is the most expensive one ma'am. The way you omitted the design, has brought out its grace', Sera finished.

I nodded.

'Great. All of them satisfy my sight Sera', I said smiling, radiating them positively.

(time skip)

After a long hectic day of attending meetings and finalising the deal for my collection, I drove back to my penthouse.

I crashed onto my bed after taking a shower and changing into pyjamas. It was hella cold and winter vacation was about to start just a day after. It was midnight already and I couldn't sleep. The weather outside seemed so luscious that I just wanted to reap it and get back to my villa on the outskirts of the city surrounded by greenery. It brought a smile to my face. I could resist less, so I got up changed into something warmer, took my essentials, locked my house and drove my Mercedes towards my villa.

It was a two-hour ride. But totally worth it.

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𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥 ;)