Opposites Attract

As I Rise, I Fall

Eve's POV

Jerry yapped on about a new article we were supposed to write as we sat in our joint office but  I wasn't concentrating since the thought of my breakup was on my mind. I knew that I was making the right decision because he needed to be stronger against his dad. Given the story he told me, something told me that his father always has a sneaky way of manipulating him.

The talk with Juan didn't scare me in the least but I wasn't preparing to go fist to fist with him because the market seller's death made me realise how real his threats could be.

"What do you think, Evie? Hey, did hear what I said? " He asked, looking at me with confusion.

" Yeah, the Anderson article should mention his cheating scandal, especially with a black female university student despite he has fashioned himself as a racist bigot. Am I right?" I responded nonchalantly.

" Yeah, but you could at least act a bit excited since this is another major article for us." He said, flicked my forehead.

I gasped in anger, rubbing my forehead. Suddenly, I laughed and he laughed too, which gave me ample time to bitch slap him. It had him fumbling off his chair, his glassy eyes looked at me as I lifted one eyebrow, smirking in delight.

"Now let's get back to the article. What exactly do we have on Robert Anderson?" I inquired inquisitively.

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A few weeks later

" How did you manage to get an interview with Anderson, Jerry?" I asked curiously, as we walked towards Anderson's house.

" You forget my father has a lot of friends. You'll thank me later." He said smugly before catching me off guard with a kiss on the cheek.

" Savour it. You might not get a kiss like that again in a while" He smiled before he tripped in front of the main door.

I laughed heartily as I knocked the main door. The door opened as the housekeeper let us in. The house was pretty grand, a light and airy atmosphere created by the white walls and the grand staircase.

The housekeeper ushered towards the open door of an office as she knocked lightly. She gestured for us to walk in and we entered the office.

We sat down across from an old white man looking like he was wrinkling by the minute. He smiled as he saw Jerry and shook his hand but he completely ignored my offer of a hanshake.

That didn't bother me because I had the ammunition I needed to blow this guy's career and reputation out of the water.

"Nice to meet you, Mr Anderson. I have a few questions for you." I said, looking at him in the eyes so he knew that I was serious. He seemed taken aback by my forwardness.

"Oh, I see. Please ask away." He asked nervously as if he knew what my first question would be.

" For someone who has a clear racist stance, it's interesting to see you in the hotel room with a half -naked black female university student in these pictures," I said, holding the pictures to him.

He seemed shocked to how I would have obtained. I smirked in delight.

" You're not going to release that, are you?" He asked meekly.

"It depends on what information you give us in return." I negotiated.  Jerry seemed confused by the way I took over the whole interview.

"Ok, what do you want to know ?" he asked.

" The housing accident that happened under your governing in this borough," I said.

"Ok, is that all?"

"For now but just so you know if you slip up with our required information, what I know can become what the public knows. Understood?." I said.

With that, Jerry and I walked out. Jerry still seemed shocked at how forward I was with Mr Anderson but I knew that deep down I was working furiously to avoid thinking about Marco. 

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Marco's POV

Amanda was fussing about how I hadn't been in the office in weeks since the breakup but I blocked it out by dealing with work.

"Amanda, did you come to bother me about work that I'm already doing at home?" I asked, annoyed by her bitching.

"Marco, you haven't been to the Project Liberty Site in ages. That's a problem since you' re meant to be a philanthropist." She remarked.

I knew she was right but it was hard to go back there without thinking about Eve and what brewed between us there. I can still see those fiery brown orbs of hers and feel her luscious lips on mine like the first time we kissed.

Perhaps my father was right about her. Maybe she only stayed in this 'relationship' long enough to get what she needed from me.

The sudden realisation hit me like a stack of bricks that this may have been a journalistic setup. I slammed my fist against the coffee table causing Amanda to flinch.

I got up, pacing my living room angrily further realising that I made sacrifices to be near her, so we could develop but it was all for nothing. My heart instantly shattered as I realised that I was still in love with her, it was too deep to ignore but I knew that I had to forget her

I grabbed my suitcase from my room and started to pack my stuff, getting ready to go back to Colombia, back to Project Liberty and remember where my duties lie.

After showering and changing, I fixed my appearance when a page in the magazine caught my eye.It was Eve's article about Project Liberty and Me, it seemed that it was receiving a positive reception. I saw her picture, her false smile didn't move me in any way. I threw the magazine away, got out of the apartment ready to get back to my life.

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