One crazy, celebratory night.
3 confused finest New York bachelors.
A 24-hour food stall.
One confusing, domino-effect kiss.
After a disappointing day, Em decided to treat herself with a takeaway food. She was staring up at the menu on top of the st...
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15: I'm In Love with You
"Oh, I always let you down,
You're shattered on the ground,
But still I find you there,
Next to me."
-Kina
I called in sick on Monday – not because I was sick, but because I didn't feel like working. Don't lie. I'm sure you must have done it at least once: to lie about being sick when all you wanted is a day off from work. Away from the emails, unpaid overtime work, those "let's discuss, it'll only take 5 minutes" calls which ended up being a long hour conversation...
Now, sitting with legs stretched across the sofa, I was sipping a cup of coffee while reading a book that I picked up earlier from a local bookshop: The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck. Although the weather was shining bright outside, my introverted-self wanted to stay home. But then again, imagine going out and stumbling into your co-workers when you're supposed to be quote unquote sick. That wouldn't be fun.
Are you still disappointed?
I shook my head at my sudden thought, blinked for a bit, and tried to continue reading my book. But the harder I tried to focus, the more my mind pulled me astray. The memory would flash back in mind, his sharp words ringing in my ears. It was like replaying a nightmare.
Minutes ago, major newspaper websites have announced that Wilson Corporation had dropped the acquisition of a promising biotech company because they found a hole in their business plan and financials. It became headlines in the business world. The biotech company were now under public scrutiny. People were wondering why a rich company like Wilson Corporation decided to pull out. Something must be brewing in the background, ready to explode.
Nicholas Wilson had successfully stopped the acquisition.
Good for him.
I hit my head into the book I was reading.
Stop. Please.
It was all a play, remember?
Stop thinking of that ridiculous, bipolar guy.
These internal struggle and in-denial were swirling in my mind when I heard a knock on the door. Without thinking, I got up and swung the door open—to see my worst nightmare standing outside.
To be honest, he was the last person I would expect to see at 11:30 AM on a Monday morning. After dropping the acquisition, Nic should be swarmed in paperwork to do, but instead, he was here. Dressed in a crumpled navy suit, he had a sleek white shopping bag in one hand and a box of what smelled like fried chicken on the other. Hesitation—or was it nervousness—crossed his face when our eyes met.
