Ansel could not bring himself to fall asleep all through the night. He kept thinking about his wife's words and the fact that he had the power in his hand.
He listened to the rhythmic breathing of his wife as she slept, and it only made him think more about the step to take. The sun brushed against his face, caressing his skin softly and he opened his eyes. He had dozed off only a moment ago and now his wife was nowhere to be found. He quickly freshened up and went to check for her in the living room. He saw his mother-in-law and father-in-law in the living room. Tim and Ella were busy watching their favorite early morning show. Ella sliced up some apples for them as snacks. "Good morning mum, good morning dad." Ansel greeted both of them, knowing well that they would not respond. Just as he had expected, he was met with their silence. Ella chewed on a slice of apple and let out a soft laugh at the show she was watching. He didn't press further about the issue and just walked outside. He was opportune to meet her outside the house. She was about to leave. "Lara Jane!" He called out her name. She turned around, taken aback. Then a soft smile spread across her face as she remained fixed to a spot while waiting for Ansel to join her where she was standing. He stopped in front of her and smiled. "Good morning. When did you leave? I wanted to see you off." "You don't have to. I know you just fell asleep this morning. I am on my way to King's corporation to submit my proposal. I have worked on it for so long and I can only hope that they accept it. I'm going with full faith, so wish me luck." She squeezed softly on the envelope as a gentle sigh drew from her lips. She was very anxious, and she didn't bother to hide it in front of Ansel. He was her husband after all. Ansel smiled and took her hand in his. "I promise you, you'll get this deal no matter what. It's yours, and I'll make sure of it." She stared at him, feeling confused by his words, but she didn't ask him any questions. She nodded her head and smiled. As she turned to leave, she stopped and turned back to face him. Taking his hand in hers, she spoke softly. "Ansel...? Could you... Maybe... Go out today? Maybe just meet up with a friend or anyone, but don't stay at home. You understand, right?" Ansel turned his head to look at the house, but the picture of her parents played before his eyes, then he looked back at her and nodded his head with a smile. "I understand. It's fine. Call me when the presentation is done. I will treat you to something nice for a celebration." She didn't believe Ansel could actually treat her to something nice, but she didn't argue either. After saying their goodbyes, Lara Jane left the house and Ansel went to a nearby café. After a cup of refreshing coffee, he went to the hospital to see Mr Albert. Albert had healed up quickly since the bills were paid. The hospital took proper care of their VVIP patients, so they treated him very well. Albert's face lit up when he saw Ansel walk into the room. "I was starting to wonder when you would visit me again," he said with a smile. Ansel smiled. "Did I keep you waiting for too long? I was just trying to sort out my thoughts about something." "It's fine. Come. I have something to discuss with you." Mr Albert tapped on the side of the bed as he spoke, ushering him to have a seat close to him. Ansel walked over to the bed and sat down. "Is something wrong? Are you feeling any pains?" The man shook his head. "I'm perfectly fine! In fact, I had a visit from the doctor this morning, and he said I would be discharged next week if I wanted to leave." Ansel immediately disagreed. "No way! You must stay here for as long as it takes. You need to heal completely, and I won't let you leave until you do." "I know, but the bills?" "Don't worry about the bills. I'll handle everything," Ansel cut him off softly. The man sighed, accepting defeat. "Ansel, a man visited me last night to tell me something. About your grandfather wanting you back home." Ansel sighed, shifting his attention to the window and staring into the distance. "Ansel..." Albert's voice was soft as he spoke. "I always knew you would have to go back home one day and what better time than now? They are willing to offer you the whole world just to have you back. Your grandfather regrets everything, and he seeks your apology." "I don't want to stay with him, I don't want to even meet him ever again." Albert knew Ansel's pain, but he wanted him to think rationally at the moment. "You need this, but I want you to see that they need you more than you need them. You can always place them under your conditions, just accept this and change your life. Your wife will be able to live happily too." At the mention of his wife, Ansel melted. He remembered how she had left very early to go to the king's corporation for a contract and knowing that he could make her dreams come true with one word was like a wish come true. For her, he was willing to do anything, just as she was willing to sacrifice her family just to be with him. A sigh drew from his rose pink lips, and he knew he had accepted the offer a long time ago even though he kept denying it. "Excuse me, I need to make an urgent call." Ansel stepped out of the room and immediately called Carlos. "I'm willing to accept the offer, but firstly, make sure Lara Jane Cree's contract is approved." "Immediately sir! It is great to have you back!" Carlos excitedly responded.Latest Chapter
CHAPTER SEVENTY -SIX
Nobody heard him… “Ms. Cree” That was spoken with the same crisp precision which Lara knew represented both of them and the chasm which divided them. “Mr. Yorke.”Time stopped for both of them; both frozen in the instant. Carlos closed his eyes, rubbed them with his fingertip and let out a sigh as if this was the first exhalation a person was able to take when an extremely long, difficult day had been extended for an extra hour or two. “The strategy meeting will commence in fifteen minutes.” He stated, his eyes sweeping across the detailed grid calendar behind the door to the conference room. “I expect that you have all familiarized yourselves with the relevant documentation. “I have.”“Excellent. I did anticipate that.”Their eyes met for a breath and the ancient recognition in both was quickly contained and dismissed and would most certainly soon be contained again if something old and familiar would develop into something… and with a brisk, tight nod Carlos left them and turn
CHAPTER SEVENTY -FIVE
There was always a subtle, almost palpable, shift in the atmosphere of the King’s Corporation headquarters the day after the annual charity gala. The change would have been invisible to the outside world, never to appear on any quarterly report or to be mentioned at a shareholder’s meeting, but to those who walked its corridors, it was as inevitable as the turning of the seasons. Decorum had loosened its grip just enough for personalities to finally seep through the veneer of corporate stiffness-executives who had communicated solely through their assistants suddenly remembered each other’s first names; partnerships that had only existed in spreadsheet columns transformed into hushed, giggling discussions over Champagne and foie gras.New material was uncovered which would fuel the company rumor mill for another year.This year, however, there seemed to be a different kind of hum throughout the building. By 8:30 AM, the executive lobby was already a veritable hubbub of activity. Regio
CHAPTER SEVENTY -FOUR
Carlos walked in with a few thick folders piled under his arm. He stopped just inside the door frame and looked, first at Ansel, then at the screen of his laptop, on which a photo sat in his inbox. Carlos let out a heavy sigh. “So, we’re doing this now.”Ansel slammed the lid of his laptop shut. “Did you need something?”Carlos raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Deflection. Very creative.”Ansel offered nothing more. Carlos continued his progress into the room and placed his stack of files on the large desk. “Just FYI half the company is sure that Lara and Daniel are an item,” he stated casually, as he laid the last file down. It was as though those words were thrown like little darts into Ansel’s chest. “People like to gossip,” he responded, trying to keep his expression even and aloof. “True,” Carlos agreed. His eyes remained fixed on Ansel’s. “But this isn’t about gossip, is it?” Ansel was silent. Carlos knew him too well. He’d observed him for years. “You know what’s f
CHAPTER SEVENTY -THREE
A comfortable silence hung between them for a minute or two, then Daniel lowered his gaze to the top of his mug before lifting it to her face again.A subtle shift in expression which instantly drew her attention. ‘Lara,’ he began, his voice softer now, almost intimate and the unfamiliar intonation instantly made her eyes fly to his. ‘Yes?’He took a slow, steady breath. ‘There’s something I have to tell you.’ All the levity of the last few minutes evaporated and Lara leaned back in her chair, the unfamiliar nervousness tightening her stomach. Daniel met her gaze directly. ‘I like spending time with you.’ The words were simple, and so direct they almost took her breath away, the subtext enormous and complicated and she stayed quiet, allowing the meaning of his words to settle in. ‘I look forward to seeing you each morning,’ he continued, his voice unwavering. He paused, then smiled gently at the edges of his mouth. ‘I love making you laugh. And I’ve discovered that it gives me a
CHAPTER SEVENTY -TWO
The day after the gala came and went with a quiet dignity. The sun streamed through the massive windows of King’s Corp HQ, painting long shadows and streaks of gold across the polished marble floors and the gleaming glass walls, as the day shift arrived for work in various stages of sleep, with their respective coffees, their laptops, and the still unresolved conversations of the previous evening clutched between their teeth and their toes. All in all, the charity gala had been, by most measurements, a stunning success. Donations were more than expected. The press was almost entirely positive. The investors had been dazzled. The Board, most importantly, had been appeased. And in terms of pure numbers, the gala had done precisely what it was designed to do. Of course, it is generally rare for a corporation to concern itself with quantifying the kinds of things that employees will likely be talking about amongst themselves. By 8:30 A.M., the first photos from the event were already
CHAPTER SEVENTY -ONE
"Oh my god, my feet are killing me!" Sophia announced, pulling off her heels the second the door had closed behind them as they walked toward the living room.Ansel stopped in his study doorway, turning around. "You should rest.""I will."Sophia watched him unfasten his bow tie, and the next thing he knew, he was off toward his study as he usually was, even after any social function.She often wondered when the last time he had truly worked less. "Ansel."She stated, as if they had a prior conversation, stopping him in the door with surprise on his face and his head slightly tilted. "Yes?"Sophia forced a weak smile, "Can you stay with me for a little while?" He blinked, then gave a small chuckle, "I hadn't planned to do any work tonight, what's up?" she glanced over at his study door. "That's what you always say."He glanced between his door and her for a moment, then clicked the door shut with a gentle noise and walked into the living room.He settled himself across from her on the
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