Eve fell on her bottom.
Pain shot up her spine. Her legs laid askewed on the floor. She blinked her eyes several times, gathering her thoughts. The door stayed open before her. The beam of light beamed down at her startled expression.
It seemed to mock her.
"... then, I'll send you the website and instructions tomorrow…"
Those words broke Eve out of her reverie. She scrambled to get away. Light footsteps served as her countdown. She turned on her side, pushing herself up. She sprinted for her desk. For a moment, she wondered if she could duck and roll like in action movies.
Then, she dropped the idea.
Eve reached her chair just before Avery walked out. Her eyes widened at her desk's mess. She sneaked a glance at the madam. While Mrs. Hathaway was turned away, she arranged her pen holder. She made sure to be discreet.
Once the pens were all in, she peeled her hands away. She searched for a good arm position. The one that seemed the most natural. She settled for her hands clasped together on the desk.
Then, she tapped on her keyboard, pretending to check on something. Her eyes flickered back to the door as if she just noticed its movement.
'Smooth, Eve. Real smooth,' her inner voice remarked.
Avery closed the door gently. She shifted in place, spinning on her heel. She faced Eve who raised her eyebrows. She replied with a neutral expression.
"Is this door soundproof?"
The blood drained from Eve's face. Her mouth opened but nothing came out. Did she get caught? She didn't mean to eavesdrop. She hadn't expected to hear about a deal. That topic of conversation had occurred several times before.
She even heard it in passing whenever they met the madam outside of the office.
"Ye-yes?" Eve stammered. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face. She clutched her hands tightly, almost breaking her fingers from the grip. Numerous excuses raced in her mind.
Her heart hammered in her chest.
"Good." Avery nodded. She walked a few paces, then stopped. She pulled her feet apart. Raising her chin up, she glared at the ceiling.
Eve jumped in her seat when the first syllable reached her ears.
"AAAAAHHH…!!! That STUPID son of a BASTARD!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. The veins in her neck bulged. "How could such a person come out of my womb?! That-that-THAT COCKROACH has no romantic bone in his body! Why…! When his father and I first met, it was love at first sight! How did genetics fail to pass down that hopeless romantic trait?"
She wiped her face with both hands. They pressed down on her facial muscles. A dull ache stung her cheeks. Her voice turned into a whimper. "I always wanted a daughter. The only person who could give me one is uncooperative. Is this the suffering for my past sins?"
Avery dropped her hands on her sides. She shut her eyes and shook her head. This wasn't a time to vent. She had 48 hours to establish the website. That part was the easiest. It was the list of girls she worried about.
'The right woman,' she repeated in her mind, massaging her left temple. How does a person become the right partner? Avery knew her son would most likely not fall in love with any of the girls—but, deep in her chest, she couldn't help but hope.
'The right woman,' she repeated again. 'The right woman could change the wheel of fate.'
The only question left was how to find that woman.
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