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But another part knows that it’s futile. She’s made up her mind, and nothing I say now will change that.
With a heavy sigh, I sink into the chair behind the desk, running a hand through my hair in frustration. How did things unravel so quickly? One moment, I thought I was offering her an opportunity—a chance to step into a new role, to lead a team, to make a difference. And the next, she’s accusing me of...what exactly?
Exactly what I have been doing. Calling in every favour that I have to ensure that Angelica doesn’t get hired. And when that’s not worked, I’ve resorted to threats like my big brother. I’m no better than him and the life I tried to leave behind.
I thought it would force her to come back if she couldn’t secure a new job, but now, seeing her today and how unhappy, how angry she is, I know I was wrong to do that.
I need to let her go. At least in a business sense. She can work elsewhere, but it won’t stop my pursuit of her. She’s mine. She just needs to be reminded of it.
I shake my head, trying to clear away the fog of confusion that clouds my thoughts. Angelica’s anger is justified, I know that much. But there’s something else there too—a hurt, a betrayal that cuts deeper than I care to admit that she won’t give me a minute to explain.
I never wanted things to end up like this.
When I first considered Angelica about the management position, I genuinely believed it was the right move for both of us. But now, as I sit here alone in the aftermath of our confrontation, I wonder if I’ve made a grave mistake.
The truth is, I’ve been watching Angelica for months now. Not just in a creepy, stalkerish way - though I don’t deny I do that too - but as part of my role as the owner of the company. I’ve seen the dedication and passion she brings to her work, the way she’s always striving to do better, to be better.
And when the opportunity arose to shake things up, to bring in fresh blood and new ideas, I knew she was the one for the job. But clearly, she doesn’t see it that way. She sees it as a handout, a consolation prize for a night she’d rather forget.
I can’t blame her for feeling that way. If roles were reversed, I’d probably feel the same. But that doesn’t make it any easier to accept her rejection, to watch her walk away without so much as a second glance.
As the minutes tick by, the silence of the office becomes suffocating, oppressive. I should be getting back to work, should be sorting through the mess of paperwork that’s piled up on my desk. But instead, I find myself lost in thought, replaying the events of the last few minutes over and over in my mind.
Eventually, I force myself to stand, to shake off the weight of the moment and focus on the tasks at hand. There’s still work to be done, still decisions to be made. And regardless of what Angelica thinks, I have a company to run.
With a determined nod, I gather up the scattered papers on my desk, pushing aside the lingering doubts and insecurities that threaten to consume me. Whatever happens next, I’ll face it head-on, just like I always do.
But as I glance towards the closed door, a pang of regret tugs at my heart. Maybe things could have been different, maybe there’s a way to salvage what we had. But for now, all I can do is move forward, one step at a time, and hope that someday, Angelica will understand.
As I watch Angelica storm out of the office, a part of me wants to go after her, to explain everything, to make her understand. But another part – the more rational, business-minded part – knows that now is not the time. She needs space to process everything, and I need to respect that.
Maybe.
Fuck it.
No.
She’s had time and space and now she needs to listen.
Just as I’m about to gather my thoughts and follow her, my phone buzzes in my pocket. With a sigh, I retrieve it, expecting it to be another inconsequential email or message.
However, the caller ID readsWint. Mr Alpine, our client. Instantly, my focus shifts from Angelica to the pressing matter at hand.
I answer the call, bracing myself for whatever issue Wint might be calling about. As expected, he launches into the problem with the project we’ve been working on for his company. His voice crackles with frustration and impatience, and I listen attentively, making mental notes of the issues he raises.
Despite my lingering concern for Angelica, I can’t afford to ignore this. The client’s satisfaction is paramount, especially given the delicate nature of our current project.
So, I engage in a detailed discussion with Wint, reassuring him that we will address the problem promptly and ensure that everything is back on track as soon as possible.
As the call draws to a close, I feel a pang of guilt for not going after Angelica immediately. But duty calls, and right now, my priority must be resolving this issue with our client.
I make a mental note to check in with Angelica later – somehow – to ensure she’s okay and to clarify any lingering questions she might have. Maybe she’s finally returned to her apartment. I’ll check on my way home.
With a deep breath, I refocus my attention on the task at hand, pushing aside my personal concerns and diving back into work mode. As frustrating as it is to be pulled away from Angelica, I know that I must fulfil my responsibilities as both a colleague and a professional.
As I delve deeper into the client’s concerns, my mind gradually shifts away from Angelica and towards the intricate details of the project. With each passing minute, the urgency of the situation becomes increasingly apparent, and I lose myself in the familiar rhythm of problem-solving and decision-making.
Hours pass in a blur as I work tirelessly to address the client’s issues, my thoughts consumed by spreadsheets, timelines, and action plans. The weight of responsibility presses down on me, but I refuse to falter. I owe it to both the client and my team to see this through to the end, no matter what obstacles arise.
