Their End, My Beginning

When he retained his composure, I remembered that we were in a room with at least 15 people waiting for me to say something, and with a cough I
took a deep breath and started my presentation. I thought I would stutter in between or at least forget but something inside me burned as I looked at
his I-don’t-care-about-anything attitude, which made me say something and by the looks of my chief I knew what I was saying is not rubbish and it
makes sense but if u ask me later what it was, I wouldn’t even say hell I wouldn’t even remember a word from what I am saying.
As I was done with my presentation, I looked at everyone or everything except those blue eyes. There were a few seconds were I passed by his eyes
and I could see the anger in his eyes. I don’t know why he is angry, is it because of me? What did I do to for him to me mad? To be honest, if it is
anybody who should be angry, it should be me. The way he fools around with new girl everyday hurts me but what hurts me more is how he looks like
a stranger to me.
As everyone discussed on my presentation, I was thinking for a reason to why is the way he is now. Is it because of his parents’ death? The moment
we heard of that news my parents and I tried to call him, we even went to the hostel where he stays to support him, but he was nowhere to be found.
From that day onwards we lost all contacts with him. It was as if he vanished.
Ryder was the last person I thought to be the so-called cold icy handsome CEO. Wasn’t his company’s name Scott enterprises how did it became
Waynst and what does it mean? If I should think about anything right now, it should be if they will accept my designs instead of why he is here. If his
anger were of any hints, I was very much sure that we won’t get the deal. But his words shocked me.
“Yes, we accept your designs bring that to my office next thing in the morning. We will discuss the rest in my office.” He said firmly after he stood up
and left soon after his words were out. And here I was thinking on ways to keep my job after this deal was not accepted, and shock is a simple
version of what I was feeling. Should I be happy because he agreed to my designs, meaning I will get to see him more often? Or should I be sad,
angry that he doesn’t acknowledge me and looks at me as if I am a stranger. For now, I should think about how to get out of the tight, literally
breathtaking hugs from my chief and friends.
*POV of Ryder Scott
Today morning, I was pissed as the person in-charge of our new building said he was taking leave and that is the reason for why I had to go to the
Simiona Architects. But little did I know soon the last thing on my mind will be why he took leave.
As I entered the room, I saw the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life. My woman. Or was my woman. The mere thought of her being
someone else angered me, but the main reason why we are not together is because of me. When I locked my eyes with her beautiful hazel eyes, I
felt different emotions igniting in me which only held anger the past five years. Her eyes were my weakness. I could sit the whole day doing nothing
with no complaints looking at her eyes, and me saying that is a big thing considering me to be the restless type of person I hate sitting idle doing
nothing.

I felt relieved, happy to see her, above all, love. The moment I realised I felt something I had trained myself not to feel, I retained my cold icy
composure I made all these years. She was truly something. All these years I have met many women, slept with almost half of this city, but no one
has made me feel the way she has made me feel just by a look which was hardly for 5 seconds.
As she was doing her presentations with all the hand gestures and the best presentation and designs I never seen before, I heard nothing but her
sweat voice and the memories it brought me back to. The days I used to lie on her lap and the way she used to massage my head with those skillful
hands and talk. When her presentation was over, I realised I heard nothing at all throughout the 30-minute presentation.
When it was time to decide whether to accept their design, I heard men talk about how excellent the designs and presentation were, and that left me
to say whether I should accept it. Everything in me screamed to say no because accepting the designs means I will have to see her every day and
that means the cold cover I have created will be broken down. But I cannot decline it and say the reason as I don’t want her to work with me because
I still love her and that she will be able to make me return to my old self, which is something I cannot do. It is too late to return.
The business mind in me won, and I agreed to it and asked her to meet me in the morning. Only god knows what will happen in the future. Will I
return to who I was before? Will she melt my icy heart? Is it too late to be the old me? Only time will tell.