Chapter 116: Shattered Glasses, A Broken Heart.
Chapter 116: Shattered Glasses, A Broken Heart.
“What the hell?!” Silas shrieked as he got out of the car, anger shining in his hazel eyes. “Who did this?”
Ivy hugged herself, trying not to cry.
Shattered glasses lay on the floor, broken like her heart.
The writing on the wall was all in different ugly colours.
Cunt.
Bitch.
Drunk Bitch.
These words felt personal, yet she didn’t want to believe they were.
Who could have done this? One name came to mind, but Ivy pushed it aside. She didn’t want to believe that even Mason could do such a thing.
“The door is still locked,” Bud said, approaching her, “but I need the keys to check if everything is intact, ma’am.”
Her heart pounded at Bud’s statement but she steadied herself. “It’s in my bag,” she said pointing to the car.
She turned to the building, pain floating in her chest.
“Ivy?”
She turned to Silas’s soft voice. “What?”
“I said I’ve called the police, they’ll be on their way,” Silas said, moving closer to her.
“Oh.”
He pulled her closer and she melted into him. For a second, the pain disappeared.
“Everything is intact, ma’am,” Bud said, panting like he had been running.
Ivy straightened up and nodded gratefully at him. She didn’t even know how to process this feeling.
“Maybe you should send out messages to the candidates and postpone the interview?” Silas suggested.
“No,” she answered.
This was what Mason–or whoever–wanted. She couldn’t let them win. She had waited and worked so hard to get here. Nobody would snatch this from her.
“The interview would go on as planned,” she said, her voice sharper this time.
Silas gave her a small nod. “Let me call Tim New to come fix all this.”
She nodded as she watched him walk away. She sighed, determination coursing through her alongside the pain. She walked closer to examine the writings.
Rat girl.
Your a loser.
Foolash girl.
“Illiterates,” she scoffed as she entered the building.
She moved upstairs, looked around and was pleased to know that Bud was right.
All her equipment was intact.
“This is so lovely.”
Silas spoke from behind her, and she spun around. He glanced around, a smile on his lip.
“Tim did a great job. I’m impressed.”
“Yes he did,” she agreed. “I wish you saw it before… be-”
“Hey.” Silas moved to her. “It’s still beautiful. Don’t worry Tim is coming to fix it.”
She looked into his eyes and heat rose on her cheeks at the intensity there.
“Ivy…” he began.
“Come and see my office,” she interrupted him, guessing he was about to say something sweet, something sexual that would ignite fire inside her.
He hesitated for a moment as if gathering himself before following her.
She swallowed, burying the emotions deep inside her as she opened the door. The windows there hadn’t been spared
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either. Some of its pieces had settled on her mahogany table and she dusted them off with her hands.
“What do you think?”
“Beautiful,” Silas replied but he wasn’t talking about the room.
Unable to stand his gaze, she shifted to the empty space where the window used to be. San Jose was even clearer without the glass, clearer and more beautiful.
She felt his arousal before she felt his arms around her.
“Your office view is too breathtaking,” he said softly, his breath warm against her ear
“Yes,” Ivy said, her body already reacting to his touch.
“I miss you, Ivy,” Silas said, softly tightening his hands around her waist. “I’m sorry for the nonsense I did. Once we get home, I’m telling her to leave.”
Not knowing what to say, Ivy stood still, enjoying as he pressed himself against her.
“I swear if we weren’t expecting company, I would pinned you down and fuck you on that table.”
His threats were soft yet it fired something inside her. Just when she was about to turn to him, to give in to the pleasure swirling inside her, the police siren whirled.
“They are here,” she said instead, clearing her throat.
“Go on,” he urged her. “I can’t go out looking like this.” He gestured to the bulge in his trousers.
She chuckled at his helplessness. “Okay.”
Ivy took a deep breath and went downstairs to meet two policemen.
“Good afternoon, officers,” she greeted.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Stone,” the older officer said. “We got your husband’s call. What happened here?”
“I have no idea,” she said, suddenly feeling more anger than pain. “We just got here and found this.” She gestured at the wall.
The late morning sun made the colors even uglier.
One officer went over to investigate while the other continued questioning her. “Was anything stolen?”
“No,” she answered, shaking her head.
“Just the-”
“Officer,” Silas interrupted as he stepped outside. “How are we doing today?”
“Good, Mr. Stone,” the officer replied.
“Go get ready for your interview,” Silas told her softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.” He kissed her lightly on the mouth.
She was surprised by the kiss, but she quickly recovered and went to her car to get her bag.
She picked her editing room for the interview, set up her laptop, and the questions for the day.
Shortly after, Silas informed her that some candidates had arrived.
“You want me to stay with you? Tim and his guys are already here working.”
“Yes, sure,” Ivy replied even though she was terrified of reacting to his touch or looks.
Minutes later, she started with the first candidate and as the day went by, all the other candidates arrived. After two hours of screening, Ivy finally had her team.
She had picked 2 photographers, 2 sales specialists, 1 beautiful personal assistant, 1 cute receptionist, 1 editor, 1 studio manager, 1 technician and 1 accountant.
Silas had said to leave the legal advisor part for him. He was going to figure it out. By the time they were done, Tim New had fixed all the windows and repainted the walls.
When Ivy came out, she was surprised by the freshly painted white wall–and even more surprised to see a man CCTVs.
“Do you like it?” Silas asked, his voice groggy from exhaustion.
“It’s beautiful.”
ting
“I’ve appointed a security agency. They’ll be in charge 24/7,” he said. “And a new gate will be installed at the entrance. No more intruders.”
“No more intruders,” she repeated with a smile. “Thank you, Silas.”
“I’m glad you’re happy. And congratulations on your team,” he said with a grin.
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Ivy’s heart fluttered with happiness. “Yes.” was all she could utter.
She looked around with delight, grateful that her pain in the morning had turned into joy–and she had Silas to thank for it.” Thank you,” she repeated.
He nodded, emotions already swelling in his eyes. “Do you… should we get something to eat?”
Her cheeks burned as disappointment settled in her heart. “Sorry… I already have something planned with Theresa.”
She knew she would regret her decision, but Theresa and Rita’s matter was important, and she needed to get to the bottom
of it.
“Ah,” Silas said, not hiding his disappointment. “I didn’t know I’d be competing with Theresa.”
Her blush deepened. “It’s not like that-”
“I was just joking,” he chuckled, but she knew he wasn’t. “Dinner maybe?”
“Yes.” She nodded.
His forehead creased. “Have fun. I’ll wait for Victor. See you at home.”
“Si-”
But he had already walked away. Seeing him like that broke her heart, and before she could reach him, her phone rang. It was Theresa.
“Hey,” she answered.
“Hey, Ivy,” Theresa said. “You haven’t call-”
“I’ll send the address now,” Ivy cut in and ended the call.
“Fuck!” she cussed, pissed that she had taken her anger out on Theresa.
She sighed, steadying her breath before she texted Theresa, Sylvia’s restaurant address. She went back inside, gathered her items and met the new security officer.
He wanted to hold a conversation, but she wasn’t in the mood so she dismissed him.
“We’re going to Sylvia’s restaurant,” she told Bud who started the car immediately.
When they reached, she realized that it was empty as usual, and that Theresa was already seated.
“Hey,” she smiled when she saw Ivy.
But Ivy wasn’t smiling and she went straight to the point. “Tell me, Theresa, how long have you been sleeping with Derek?” Theresa’s brow furrowed, genuine confusion shining in her eyes. “What are you talking about, Ivy? Who’s Derek?”
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