CHAPTER 9 – WORRIED
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The emotions didn’t come the following days, I waited and then decided to accept that maybe my heart had already turned into a stone. Grace told me that I’m probably experiencing a major shock and maybe she’s right or maybe not but I realized that this reaction of mine is a relief to me. I wasn’t thinking right in the beginning because everything just happened in a blink of an eye. I don’t need to feel anything for that bastard. Josh is indeed my mate, my soulmate who is supposed to be with me forever through thick and thin but even if so, he was my lover, a boyfriend who seemed to have “cheated” on me but the same concept anyways. More or less, my heart and mind is doing the right thing by not really going berserk. Even if he is my mate, I do not want to give him the benefit of seeing me being hurt or something like that. Call it pride or being stubborn. It was also probably a mistake of mine for being hopeful the entire time because I did not reject him as my mate.
However, I was not okay. My eyes started looking at the world differently. The world somehow suddenly looks colorless and uninteresting. After the breakup, I went to work the following day as usual and it was fine. I was able to concentrate and do the usual work routine but a few days later, I realized that I never touched my sketch pad, not even once and when I did, I could not bring myself to draw, much less think of something to draw. I had set the sketch pad since then, thinking that I’ll get back on track when I’m feeling better.
“Front desk called and informed me that Miss Abigail is downstairs.” I heard Grace report on the intercom and it pulled me away from whatever empty thoughts I drowned in.
Abigail Finch is my twin brother’s mate. She’s working with my brother in the family business but her real priority is being an assassin for her pack. She’s still in the best friend category since she’s not yet my sister-in-law because she and my brother haven’t got married yet but she’s my only best friend aside from Grace. She had a lot of secrets when we first met but despite her guilt for those secrets, I was never really bothered with it because I thought it wasn’t such a big deal, it was actually more of an added information about her.
“Zoya?” Grace had personally came in this time.
“Oh yeah, sorry. Tell her I’ll be right down. It’s time for an afternoon snack anyway.” I said as I got up to gather some things.
“Or late lunch. You do realize you’ve been here since yesterday with only a coffee from this morning in your stomach all this time?” Grace asked and I paused. It seems like time reading had already ceased to exist with me. I actually thought that it was still morning but Grace doesn’t have to know.
“I know. I just got too distracted with work to notice.” I said and continued putting things in my bag. Grace sighed.
“You don’t have any important meetings today so how about going straight home for a bath and a much needed sleep after you meet up with Miss Abigail?” Grace suggested.
I want to tell Grace that I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts and be in the apartment that Josh had graced with his awful presence. The memories is just too much headache for me. However, looking at the worried eyes that Grace is trying her best to hide, I cannot bear making her more worried.
“Okay, I’ll do that. Thank you. I’ll leave the rest to you then.”
I thought I heard Grace heave a big sigh of relief when the elevator doors closed. Grace is indeed more of an aunt than a friend. When I arrived at the lobby, I tried my best to acknowledge my employee’s greetings while looking for a red hair. Abigail is another red-haired woman like me which made her easy to spot by the lounging area, reading a magazine the magazine that coincidentally has Josh’s face on the front cover. I ignored it and tapped Abigail by the shoulder.
“Hey!” I greeted as I hugged her when she stood up with that small smile that is reserved for the important people in her life. All her other smiles for other people are not that special compared to what she shows to us.
“Zane has a business meeting here and I tagged along. He will meet us for dinner if you are available.” Abigail explained before I could ask.
We work in different cities because I thought that working close to my family’s area of business power would affect the people I work with or expose my rich background. My family background is actually confidential to the public because I wanted my business to start and continue with my own influence and effort.
“Are you okay?” Abigail suddenly asked and that made me tense up.
“Yes, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“I do not know. You look a bit…worn out.” She said and I gave her a weak smile.
“I actually haven’t gone home since yesterday. I was working the whole night until earlier before you came.”
Abigail studied me for a while. I can see the uncertainties in her eyes as she searched my face but one thing about Abigail being an assassin is that she seems to pierce through your very soul. It’s hard to hide things from her especially now that she had spent enough time with me and my family to get to know us. Small details always tells a lot for Abigail. My family doesn’t know that I met my mate, I thought I’ll let them know when I could bring Josh home but that time never came thankfully. I don’t want to give my family a reason to worry about me because of my mate who left me.
“I broke up with a lover and I don’t want to talk about it.” I finally semi-confessed and Abigail stopped analyzing me.
“Oh. Okay. Are you okay for dinner then?” Abigail asked and I silently sighed in relief.
“Yeah but now that I’m out of the office, I’m feeling a bit hungry. Let’s grab coffee while we wait for my brother.” I said as I led her out.
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