His Obsession

CHAPTER I – A Glimpse of Hope

Esme POV

“Wake up!” Suzy was shaking me harshly.

“For pity sake Suzy, I just barely sleep.” I just came home three hours ago after a shooting. I am an assistant director of a small T.V. company.

“Esme, just stand up please, and get ready. I don’t have time to shoved your butt.” She pulled my blanket and forcefully slam it in my face.

I sat down and look at the clock it’s 7:00 in the freaking morning.

“What is this about?” I asked Suzy as I storm to the kitchen to grab a toast.

“It’s your interview day for the Red Velvet.” She gave me a glass of orange juice, partnered with a smirk.

Suzy is my roommate since I escape from my boyfriend’s nest.  I search for a place to rent, and luckily I found Suzy.

I came here to the UK to chase a dream I built with a friend. My family never agree on what I want, said that I was an eyesore and I better study medicine and get myself a wealthy husband.

But I am not into medicine, I can’t take the smell of chlorine lingering in most hospitals. It smells like death for me. So instead I took mass com., major in broadcasting, but I was never chosen in any broadcasting company I applied to. I’m no ugly, I have one of the prettiest faces “a look of an innocent shy girl”; as they usually describe it. But unlike many of them, I’m flat-chested, I have a small waist and a sexy hip, but my behind seems to hide in shyness., wasn’t voluptuous enough to sway a man.

That’s how this industry work, sway your hips, flick your hair and bounce your t**s is how the most interview goes.

I can’t count how many times did I walk out of the interview room in range with anger and a red face.

I was told I can never climb high if I won’t play along. Yet I never let my surroundings eat my system.

So when an opportunity arises, I immediately grasp it and went out of the country, to the UK. To the place of fashion and finest.

Taylor’s POV

Every day I spend on this company is almost the same, I have inherited a company that I distaste. But what can I do? The loving obedient son embraces his destiny without question.

You can say that everything I do is the same and exact, I am a very organized person. I wake up at six, take a shower, put on a white long sleeve, black tie, black pants, and black shoes. Then Clint will drive me to Cardiff, which’s a 22 minutes drive from St. Hillary where I live.

“Good morning Sofia. What do we have for today?” Sofia always greets me exactly at 8:00 at the entrance of this building, hugging a work tablet.  Then she’ll read my schedule for the day, as we go to my office.

She opens the door, and let me in. Gesturing to the table she showed me a file of papers. I raised my brows, I hate seeing papers on my table.

“This here sir is the resume of the applicants for our new project, it was already sorted out. Please go through them, the interview will start at 9:30, I’ll be back after 30 minutes to bring your breakfast, please think through if you’ll be joining the interview so I can tell Rina.” That and she closed the door.

Sofia knows her job very well; she was accustomed to how I work. And I feel blessed because of that, she works for our family for generations, moving from country to country with us.

I stand up staring at the window, my office is on the 16th floor, giving me the perfect view of Whales. Though my office is tinted, so I’m protected from the sun that burns my skin. Looking at the beautiful scene outside, I start to wonder when will I be able to withstand being alone.

I need to figure out where to find Esme, I hired a private detective to track her down, but it looks like she already left Australia. I’m planning to go back to our hometown and look for her myself.

“Sir, your breakfast is here.” I was lost in my thoughts, that I didn’t hear her enter the room.

I gave her a smile, as I walk into my desk. She just stands on the side of the table waiting for me to give her feedback.

I went through the resume and read some info until I saw a very familiar face, my hands are shaking as I read her name, Esmeralda Dwayne. I immediately look for her educational background and found the name of our school.

“Get my phone,” I asked Sofia to hand me over my phone, which was just on my table, but I can’t get a hold of it. She handed it to me, without a question, and I dialed the number written as the contact no., but it was just ringing.

“Cancel the interview today, and keep on ringing this number. Call me once she answers.” That, and I run to the elevator. I’ll pick her up myself. On my hand is her resume, with it is her address.