As the private jet's door swung open, a determined gleam in his eyes, Asher Blackwell stepped onto the tarmac, flanked by his efficient secretary, clara.
The brisk wind ruffled his dark hair, and he adjusted the tailored suit that hinted at both power and secrecy.
The scent of revenge lingered in the air as they headed towards the waiting black SUV, the first move in a carefully orchestrated plan to settle an old score.
In the bustling restaurant, a young waitress named Vivienne Hollis moved gracefully between tables, her demeanor weighed down by an invisible burden.
The clatter of dishes and the murmur of diners surrounded her as she carried plates with practiced precision. Her forced smiles and polite exchanges with customers concealed the heaviness in her heart.
As she placed each dish before the patrons, her eyes betrayed a sadness that contrasted with the lively ambiance of the restaurant. The aromatic steam rising from the plates seemed to carry her unspoken worries.
Despite her efforts to maintain composure, there was a subtle hesitation in her movements, as if the weight of her emotions affected every step.
Asher Blackwell sat in his SUV and asked his secretary, "How's everything going on your end, Clara?"
Clara replied, "Things are progressing well, sir. We've made significant strides on the latest project, and the team is putting in extra effort."
"That's great to hear. I've been reviewing the project updates, and it seems we're on track. However, I noticed a slight delay in the timeline. Any insights into that?" Asher inquired.
Clara responded, "Yes, sir. There were unforeseen challenges with the vendor, causing a minor setback. We're addressing it, and I believe we can catch up to the original schedule in the coming weeks."
"I appreciate your transparency. Let's make sure to keep communication channels open. Now, regarding the upcoming client presentation, how's the preparation going?" Asher asked.
Clara said, "We've been refining the pitch, incorporating the latest market trends. The team is scheduled for a rehearsal tomorrow to iron out any remaining details."
Customers, absorbed in their conversations and meals, remained oblivious to Vivienne's internal struggle. The clinking of cutlery against plates merged with the distant laughter, creating a discordant symphony that mirrored her conflicted emotions.
In the midst of the restaurant's vibrancy, Vivienne moved with a heavy heart, hoping that the day's end would bring solace to the shadows she carried.
"Okay, set a meeting with the client so that we can finalize their concept. Make sure that you set the meeting for tomorrow. I have some important work to do," Asher said to Clara.
"Yes, sir. I will set the meeting for tomorrow so you can have your meeting tomorrow itself," Clara replied.
Asher smirked and thought how to torture her in his way so that she will suffer so much that she should think how his family suffered because of her he needs to be cruel my love for you is dead and here I am for my revenge so be ready Vivienne Hollis because you have seen me as a loving person now you will see the beast within me.
As I walked towards the bus stop, my mind was consumed with the pressing need to make more money. The weight of financial worries rested heavily on my shoulders. I wiped away the traces of frustration and determinedly continued my work at the shop.
Closing the shop for the day, I recalled Sarah's plea for help, asking me to cover her duties so she could enjoy a date with her boyfriend. Sacrificing my time, I diligently completed her tasks, hoping it would bring some favor my way.
Walking towards the bus stop, I observed a couple in the midst of a heated argument. The scene mirrored a time when tears and comfort were shared between us. However, the harsh reality now hung in the air – his love had transformed into resentment.
Lost in my thoughts, I wondered where he disappeared to after our paths diverged.
The last bus pulled up, signaling the end of the day, and I rushed home to prepare dinner. Knocking on the door, my sister greeted me with enthusiasm, jumping into my arms. "Sis, why are you late? Is it really difficult to make money?" she inquired innocently.
I kissed her forehead and held her close. "No, it's not," I reassured her. "Liara, don't blame yourself. You're the only person I have now, and I wouldn't trade that for anything.
I have no regrets or problems." We stood there, finding solace in each other's company, a silent understanding that our bond transcended any financial struggles.
"Come, let's eat. I have your favorite ice cream," she exclaimed, taking the ice cream from my hand and darting inside. We settled at the table, fatigue settling in. As I prepared to unwind, my phone interrupted the moment with an insistent ring. "What is it, Sarah?" I answered, detecting the strain in her low voice.
"What happened, Sarah? Why are you crying?" I inquired, concerned about filling my words.
She hesitated before responding, "Just come to Nightshade Pub. Wait, I'll be there in 15 minutes."
I replied, sensing the urgency in her voice. As I hung up, I couldn't help but wonder about the unexpected turn the night was about to take.
"Lia, wait for sis and close your door. I have my key, so I'll use it. Don't open the door for any other reason," she instructed.
"Okay, sis,"
I hailed a cab and rushed to Nightshade Pub, the rhythmic thumping of music audible from a distance.
Exiting the cab, I entered the vibrant pub, scanning the lively scene for Sarah. She called out to me, drawing my attention.
"Hey Vivienne, come here!" Sarah's voice pierced through the pulsating beats. As I approached, my steps faltered when I locked eyes with a figure from the past – Asher Blackwell, his ocean blue eyes radiating unmistakable disdain.
"Meet this hottie, Vivienne," Sarah exclaimed, seemingly oblivious to the history between us. I hesitated, aware that encountering Asher meant trouble.
"Sarah, let's go," I urged, attempting to break free from the unexpected tension.
"Come on, Vivienne, he's a hottie.
He's talking with me, so don't, please," Sarah insisted, oblivious to the storm brewing in the air.
"I'll be waiting for you outside. Come fast," I told Sarah, excusing myself to get some fresh air. As I walked, I sensed a presence behind me, turning to find him uncomfortably close.
"It's been so long.
Did you forget about me that easily?" he questioned.
I remained silent, refusing to engage. "I am asking you!" he shouted, his frustration mounting.
"What do you want from me?
Leave me alone!" I demanded, my patience waning.
He forcefully gripped my waist. "Is that it? Do you want me to leave you again? No, I won't. From today onwards, your hell has started. Get ready to bear all the consequences for what you did," he declared, releasing his hold and striding toward the parked SUV.
Tears welled in my eyes as I watched him go, a foreboding sense of trouble settling in.
