Meanwhile, in his office, Eiden was lost in his thoughts, his mind occupied by unresolved tensions. Damian, Eiden's young assistant, entered the room, holding a file.
"Sir, I brought the details of Mr. Percival," Damian said, a bit hesitant, noticing the distant look in Eiden's eyes.
Eiden rubbed his temples, trying to recall. "Wait, did I tell you to do that?"
"Uh, yes, sir. You asked me to bring the file during the party," Damian replied, his voice calm but concerned. "I think you don't remember. You seemed... distracted."
Eiden sighed, the weight of the day pressing down on him. "Right... I must have. Just leave it here."
Damian hesitated, sensing something off. "Are you sure you're okay, sir? You seem... more stressed than usual. If there's anything I can do—"
Eiden cut him off, his tone weary. "No, Damian. It's late, and you need to get some rest. Just go home."
"Alright, then. But if you need anything, don't hesitate to call. Good night, sir," Damian said as he left the office, casting a worried glance back at Eiden. "Why is he so stressed?" Damian wondered silently as he walked away.
Left alone, Eiden stared up at the ceiling, his thoughts swirling. He reached for a cigarette, lit it, and then walked over to the wet bar. Pouring himself a glass of vodka, he downed it in one gulp, trying to dull the thoughts that plagued him.
Maevie, lying in bed, struggled to find sleep. She tossed and turned, her mind racing. Frustrated, she got up, deciding to take a walk to clear her head. The storm outside was raging, the rain pounding against the windows. The house was quiet; the staff had retired for the night.
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Unspoken
RomanceThe story is about love and doubt in a world of wealth and power. Maevie Ellington is married to the cold and distant Eiden Hillmont. She struggles to find her place in his world. Despite her deep love for him, she is plagued by insecurities. She qu...