𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛

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3 Months Later. . .

Zach

I need to replace my desk. I feel like it's really wobbly and unstable. I might have to order a new one, maybe today or tomorrow. This office feels cramped too, has it always been like this?

I don't know. Everything just feels off to me lately. And recently I sold my old place and moved into a new one. I couldn't stay there any longer; too many bad and painful memories.

Ever since that night Aria left, I just don't feel normal anymore, I'm trying to move on but it's just hard. She even changed her number, completely erasing me out of her life as if I was just a fever dream to her.

As if what we had was fake. It hurts. It hurts a lot, knowing I put my heart on the line for her to just crush it with no remorse. Even though she cried with me and held me in her arms, she never really loved me.

And I'm an absolute fool for loving her and trying to make her love me back, knowing that her heart has always been with Eric. I wish we never agreed to those friends-with-benefits terms, it just made things so much worse.

In fact maybe she was right, I wish we hadn't met.

A knock comes on my door. "Come in," I say. The door opens and Karla walks in. Her glasses sit perfectly on the bridge of her nose and she has a bright smile on her face.

"Karla, good morning."

"Good morning mister Kingston and happy new year! It's good to see you back at work." She says excitedly and I give her a tight lipped smile.

I eventually had to come back to work, even though it took me a solid two months to come back. I've just made sure to avoid my father and everyone else, especially Patrick, who for some reason hasn't been around the office since I came back.

I bet his ego is the size of the milky way since that meeting. Speaking of the meeting. . .

"It's good to be back, also I have a question for you," she nods her head and pays attention to my words, "have we gotten any news from mister Emerson? Did he make his decision on who he wants to construct his building?"

"I thought you would've asked mister Kingston about this." She refers to my father. At the current moment, I would rather lose both of my legs than see my father.

"No I did not ask him."

She sighs and adjusts her glasses. "As far as I know, he hasn't gotten back to us."

What? It's been four months since the meeting and he hasn't made a decision? Maybe he chose the other construction company and has just decided to leave us hanging with no clue on what's going on. Unprofessional of course.

But I choose to keep my hopes up seeing as that's the only thing I can look forward to in this life, because I bet the chance of me inheriting the company is completely off the table. What a life.

"All we can do is wait really." She says to me.

"I guess you're right."

I fiddle with the pen on my table. "Is Patrick here today?"

"Unfortunately he's not here sir, he hasn't been for quite some time actually."

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