Unspoken Emotions:Episode five
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Unspoken Emotions — EPISODE FIVE
Morning crawled out slowly, spilling its golden light across the streets of London.
Gina stood ready to step out.
Yes, it was a beautiful day, a day that already felt stressful before it even began.
A day full of work, but above all, a day she dreaded… because she had to face the ghost of her past.
The thought of it alone was terrifying, but she knew she had no choice.
She was searching for her sunglasses when her eyes caught sight of the food jeffrey had ordered for her the night before.
She didn’t want to send the wrong signal by ignoring it completely, so she walked over, picked it up… but couldn’t bring herself to even open it.
A vibration snapped her back.
Her phone screen lit up.
“Jeffrey Plants calling…”
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, brushed a strand of hair off her pink shirt, grabbed her bag, and stepped out.
Jeffrey stood beside his black CR-V, waiting.
The sleeves of his blue shirt were rolled neatly to his elbows, his dark sunglasses hiding every trace of emotion from his eyes.
Gina approached him, her braided hair swinging behind her as she walked.
Jeffrey stepped forward and reached for the door handle, but Gina stopped him midway.
Gina: “Please don’t open it. I can do that myself. Thank you.”
Jeffrey froze for a moment, like Lot’s wife turned to salt, then stepped aside silently, letting her handle it.
She slid into the seat, shut the door with a soft bang, and greeted him.
Gina: “Good morning.”
Jeffrey: “Good morning, Gina. How was your night?”
Gina: “Good.”
Her reply was cold, her eyes glued to her phone.
Jeffrey tried several times to start a conversation, but every attempt fell flat like the walls of Jericho.
The car moved, but the individuals in the car were silent, jeffrey stole a glance once a while, but the pretty lady was busy on her phone.
The short drive felt longer for both of them.
At the site, they discussed the project, inspecting every section and debating every detail. They disagreed on nearly everything but eventually found a middle ground that would satisfy their client(AB group of companies).
By the time they were done, Gina was exhausted, not just physically, but emotionally too.
She couldn’t wait to leave London.
The thought of staying another week in the same city was unbearable, especially the fact that Jeffrey keeps crawling into her life.
The next morning, Gina packed her things and set off to Canada.
It would take her about three weeks to complete the design, and she preferred to work from Canada, Ella is not in London for her to go to her place, and staying in a hotel room for three weeks for a work she can do from Canada was unreasonably expensive for her.
Halfway through the journey, her phone rang. It was Jeffrey.
Jeffrey: “Good morning Gina. I’m at your hotel. Can you come down for a minute? There’s something we need to adjust on the plan.”
Gina: “Please, just send it to my email. I will check it out later.”
Her tone was calm yet cold.
Jeffrey: “It’s easier if I explain it in person. Or maybe I could come up and.....
Gina: “Jeffrey, I’m not around. I’m already on my way to Canada. Just email it to me.”
Jeffrey’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth opened slightly in surprise.
Jeffrey: “Oh really, but Gina, you should’ve told me before leaving. I...”
Gina: “Gentleman, please,” she interrupted sharply. “Send it to me. I don’t think informing you of my whereabouts is part of my contract.”
There was a moment of silence.
Jeffrey cleared his throat, sitting well in the car. He said “Gina, calm down, okay? We’re working together. I know things ended badly between us, but for over two years, we had good memories. You’re being too harsh.”
Her voice rose.
Gina: “Too harsh!?”
Heads turned. The other passengers on the bus stared at her in surprise.
Realizing where she was, Gina lowered her voice.
Gina: “Just send the files, Jeffrey. And please, stick to the work.”
She hung up immediately.
Her hands trembled as she held the phone. Anger burned quietly within her, but behind it was something she didn’t want to admit, it hurts.
Jeffrey sat in his car, parked in front of the hotel, still holding his phone to his ear.
He smiled faintly and exhaled deeply, closed his laptop, and placed it in the back seat.
His unannounced visit had failed to materialise.
He rested his head on the headrest on the seat as he leaned back for a moment before finally starting the engine.
He reversed and drove off as if he had an emergency to attend to.
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