Passion and pursuit

oice shaky as I hurriedly apologized. My cheeks felt hot, bur

rom annoyance to worry. My heart raced, fille

anger. In a moment of frustration, she bent down and slapped me across the fac

and despair as if I were trapped in a dark place with no way out. Eac

on darkening as he inspected the mess. My body trembled, sweat tr

I'm sorry! It's not int

ntic rush. I crawled on the tiled floor, fe

haos around us. Suddenly, Th

ed, his voice sharp enou

pointed at his suit, a

in my vision. Mrs. Hughes stared at me, her gaze unblinking, takin

oke, her to

s sorry. It wa

d his name, I real

is expression cold. Mrs. Hughes continued to implor

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ore heading to the meeting, so I dec

for its elegant atmosphere and mouth-watering dishes. The entrance, framed by delicate f

garlic and herbs. I pulled my phone from my pocket, suddenly remembering I hadn't informed my campaig

it's

tter of plates and laughter. We discussed the agenda,

standing in front of me, her gaze fixed on

is t

ed, stud

anding there

e new

ould come to me after I

resence disrupt my lunch, I

lden fries, accompanied by tartar sauce and malt vinegar." My

Just as I settled back, my mind racing with t

. My heart dropped as I looked down; golden fries and fish were now smeared

anger leaving Mrs. Hughes and

anger. My tailored suit, which I had chosen carefully

ins made my stomach twist. I had to change

per Sport, my favorite car, parke

filling the air with a deep, powerful sound. I loved this car for its incredible speed and

rd. The world outside blurred as I raced down the

. This car could reach over 267 mph, and I pushed it to go as fast as I coul

is th

bbling up again. I hesita

R, OR SHOULD I

irty pm. The meeting would wrap up in

raction. Frustrated, I pulled into a nearby parking lot, wanting t

M

wisted in my stomach. I felt the urge to call her back,

ep breath,

shed and breathless, almost drowned

asped, my words

sounding like this?" Camille ask

e rain where you are? O

ous to know

eat, the leather

you called. I expl

ad to pull over to t

y. The air was cool, and I felt a light breeze

trying to concentrate on t

reen of the car?" Diana asked

ind it up just because I was eager to let her cut off t

u still there?" Her voice

, hoping my gentle tone

you!" she insisted, her

in your voice so we co

creeping into her tone, a

or the controls and pressed the button to wind up the windscreen. I heard the mecha

d it up in the firs

felt like a sudden jolt, and I fell s

ou still there? The n

ould almost picture her frowning, waiting for me to answer. But she thought

xplanation cam

he car, struggling to pic

e out. It wasn't the best excuse, but it wa

tone softening now. I could hear the approval

cloud. I was trying to focus, but I couldn't think straight. I kept sitting up a

e dashboard. It read ten minutes to

rst

y, I need to go

ut Camille didn't seem to care. She ignored my wo

g. After that, she attended the Culinary Institute of America, which h

stead, she dedicated herself to supporting my father, Mr.

?" she asked, her voice rising in u

DISCU

S COME WITH H

cussion we had earlier. The pressure mounted as the noise of the traffic swirled around me, making me fe

gripping the steering wheel tightly, my

suitable, I'll let you know." My voice waver

she shot back, her tone rising like t

itation, her voice softened, wrapp

st for you. Our family name matt

in me. It felt as though a weight had lifted

ly knows ho

DEED A C

ng my voice, "I've heard you. I p

into her voi

y son. You're t

htly cracked window, carried away by the eveni

'll talk to you later." Her voice quicke

g from my fingers and landing softly on the passenger seat.

usband with their 'l

HOOL L

ight.which is worth five point seven hundred and nine million dollars and yet time felt he

y in the ignition, the engin

ng ago, and now I needed to get home. Desmon

ng familiar, especially after that lady in t

flickered to life, twinkling lik

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felt empty without Arthur and Diana. Onl

ing press business at three in the afternoon, where he served as C

t eight. The clock ticked softly, reminding me tha

I had less than a week to submit an article to the online site that had hired me, a

fabric felt comfortable against my back as I focused on my writing. This was my op

ement. I became absorbed in my thoughts, pouring my ideas onto the pages

e the dog that often bothered her downstairs. She usuall

you be friends? He really wants to be your friend,

continued, I noticed an unusual silence and turned to see who had ent

from my writ

w was unb

eve what my ey

OD IN THE