Deeper Healing

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Leilani Edwards

Two weeks into my new job at the Edwards conglomerate headquarters and I could already feel things align in my favour not ulterior move-wise yet, but at least professionally.

Being the youngest and least experienced in terms of years in the finance field wasn't easy but the response to my first pitch and presentation on a new project told me I was solidly moving in the right direction.

Seeing the entire board room, my stern director included, erupting into applause after I was done felt rewarding after the sleepless nights I'd had trying to produce a good pitch my superiors would like.

I felt proud of myself and I couldn't help but smile radiantly, holding myself back from grinning altogether.

Maybe if I'd heeded Blake's advice from the beginning and joined his company from the onset of my career, I would have made remarkable strides in achieving my goals. I had more opportunities and professional exposure working for him and it highly motivated me.

I didn't expect everyone to be elated by my presentation, of course, hence seeing Jennifer barely clap wasn't much of a surprise. Her reaction was better and much more professional compared to Isla's.

She couldn't even hide her displeasure and utter irritation. I understood her point of view. She'd probably never received so much praise in the office, not because she wasn't capable, but because she barely contributed in meetings and when she did contribute, she had a sour attitude.

She was just there, doing her best to avoid me and dwindle my plans to trap her using any means possible.

She was the first to leave once the closing remarks were given by the chair and everyone else began leaving.

I didn't take it to heart, choosing to peacefully proceed to my office instead with a few colleagues. Just like at my previous job, the office I was in was shared but just a bit more spaced and on a higher floor.

My desk was close to the window with a decent view of the city and I had enough personal space to focus on my work. I couldn't really complain, given the circumstances under which I'd joined the company.

I plopped onto my chair with a soft sigh, my hand moving to gently grasp the personalised four-leaf clover pendant dangling on a chain from my neck. I smiled softly, thinking about him.

This had been his gift to me on my first day working at this company. He'd told me it'd bring me good luck wherever I carried it and the trajectory my life had been taking lately tallied with his words.

It was precious to me, not only because it was my luck charm, but because he gifted it to me. He was special to me and so were his affectionate gestures.

Thinking about him made me smile even more, scrolling through our chat. The last couple of days were magical for us and I could feel us grow closer every day.

Being intimate with him was the best thing that'd ever happened to me, awakening my soul and healing deep, wounded parts inside me I never thought I could reach and heal. He just had his way of understanding my emotions even I couldn't fathom.

I could call him or chat since it was lunch hour, but I knew he had to be busy with the contractors he was meeting today at the site of his project. I didn't want to disturb him. I could wait until he was done in an hour or so.

I was distracted from my thoughts by a clattering sound on my desk, prompting me to look up with slightly furrowed brows.

"Pack your things and follow me," Jennifer ordered me sternly, pointing at the packaging box she'd placed on my desk.