In San Francisco, an important lawyer Madison (27 years old), contemplates ending it all one day, exhausted about everything. This was maybe a sign, as she suddenly meets an incredible man, or so she thought. Madison's fights against her feeling as...
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The shrill sound of my alarm clock jolted me awake. Groaning, I rolled over, my head pounding from last night’s alcohol. My mouth felt dry, and a dull ache throbbed behind my eyes. I blinked against the harsh morning light streaming through the curtains, trying to piece together what had happened. Fragments of memories flickered in my mind, but none of them were coherent enough to form a full picture. I remembered arriving at the club and dancing, but after that...nothing. How did I even get back to my room?
I glanced at the clock and my heart skipped a beat. I had only thirty minutes to meet Javier. Panic surged through me as I leapt out of bed. I rushed through my morning routine, splashing cold water on my face to jolt myself awake. My reflection in the mirror was ghastly—dark circles under my eyes, my hair a tangled mess. I applied makeup with shaking hands, trying to cover up the evidence of my wild night. I slipped into a professional outfit, a tailored dress that I hoped would mask the chaos I felt inside, and hurried downstairs.
Javier was already waiting in the lobby, standing near the entrance with an air of calm that made me envious. Today, however, something was different about him. His usual stern expression had softened when he saw me. We didn’t exchange a word as we exited the lobby, but he opened the car door for me—a gesture that took me by surprise. I managed a weak smile, climbing into the car.
During the drive, Javier didn’t smoke, which was unusual. Instead, he was engrossed in something on his phone. The silence between us was heavy but not uncomfortable. I spent the journey lost in my thoughts, anxiety bubbling up inside me. We had an important client to meet today, and the last thing I wanted was to get on Javier's bad side.
We arrived at the client's office, and I was still trying to shake off the remnants of my hangover. To my surprise, Javier took charge of the entire meeting. He was confident and composed, his every word measured and persuasive. I found myself taking notes and making occasional comments, but the spotlight was firmly on him. The client seemed impressed, hanging onto Javier’s every word. I struggled to keep up, my mind still clouded from the hangover and the lack of sleep.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. The client was amiable, and to my astonishment, so was Javier. He was calm and even friendly, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. We wrapped up the meeting with smiles and handshakes, and as we left, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment.
Instead of taking a car back to the hotel, Javier suggested we walk. The fresh air was a welcome relief, and the walk gave me time to clear my head. The silence between us felt companionable, a stark contrast to the tension that usually filled the air when we were together.
Back in my room, I settled down with a cup of coffee Javier had bought me. I opened my laptop, catching up on emails to my boss. I reported on our progress and the new potential clients we had lined up. Billy Joel's "Vienna" played softly in the background, the lyrics resonating with me. “Though you can see when you're wrong, you know you can't always see when you're right,” the words stirred something within me. Random moments from the previous night began to surface, and I had to push my laptop aside.
