Drama queen

"Hmmmm, this looks delicious!" Trisha said, devouring the array of food on the table with her eyes. We were at the table, already having breakfast.

"Good morning, aunt!" Darcy greeted with a mouthful of avocado toast.

"Sweetheart, did you sleep well?" Trisha asked her and she nodded a reply.

"Hope I didn't keep you up, Mélie?"

"Not really. I fell asleep halfway through the movie so…"

"You guys went to the cinema?" An annoying voice asked from the dining hall's entrance. All heads turned to see him. He was dressed in a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt with ruffled hair and a familiar after-gym smell.

He walked in, grinning cluelessly, "Why didn't anyone invite me?"

"You think you're funny, huh?" Trisha asked in a manner which I sensed was a building annoyance.

He laughed, "I was never the joker in the relationship."

I tightened my grip on my fork. He was trying to get to me.

He studied me for a while before moving back to Trisha, "So how's your vacation going?"

Trisha plastered a wide grin on her face, "Oh, very delightful!"

"It's good to know that Mélie didn't end up with a loser who stays at his brother's house and refuses to get a job to help his life."

For a flash, the expression on Derrick's face became altered but he regained composure very quickly, "Also here for a vacation, Trish!"

Trisha bit her lips at his mention of her nickname. I was the only one allowed to call her that.

He continued, "But there's a difference between me and you. You see, a loser never has money working for him like I do. Losers slave away for money."

"Like you're doing!"

Bang! Trisha's fist slammed against the table, "Say that one more time!"

"That's enough." I said, looking from Trisha to Derrick, who wore a satisfied look on his face.

"Enjoy your breakfast." He said and vanished into the hallway.

"Mélie, I'm gonna kill him!" Trisha screamed out in frustration.

"You know how annoying he is, Trisha."

"Which is why I'll kill him!"

"Trish." I nudged her arm and gestured towards Darcy who has been a spectator to this drama the entire time.

Trisha exhaled and relaxed a bit, "I'm sorry."

"Hmmm." Was all I could say. Derrick never gets tired of causing drama.

"Can I go with Darcy to her school?" Trisha asked after a while, "I don't wanna stay alone in this house."

A grin appeared on Darcy's face. I had no reason to refuse, "Why not?"

"Yayyyyy!" Darcy exclaimed in excitement, abandoning her breakfast, "You're really coming to my school, aunt?"

"Of course, princess!"

Her grin grew bigger, "It means I'm going to show you my friends- and my favourite teacher!"

She flew out of her chair and dashed towards the door. I cried after her, "Where are you going, Darcy? You're not done eating your breakfast!"

"I'm done mommy, I need to go tell uncle Sam to take us to school now." Uncle Sam was Darcy's personal driver.

Trisha laughed, "Let her be. She's almost emptied her plate anyways."

"Her glass of milk is still full." I complained, then puffed a breath in defeat, "Oh well, What can I do?"

Trisha laughed again, "Absolutely nothing when it comes to this little princess!"
~

Paradox.

I sat in my office, going through files. The sunlight piercing through my office window was dim. February still embraced the coldness of winter and I embraced layering my outfits. Some 30 minutes later when the heater had done quite a good job, I peeled off my coat before returning to work. A file with the name 'Valentine' caused a smile to form on my lips. Valentine's day was only a week away.

Suddenly hit by a strong urge to talk to my husband, I abandoned my files and picked up the phone.

Beep. Beep. Beep. A few more times and the call ended unanswered. I decided to give it a second attempt; USER BUSY.

Damien Jaeger must be in a meeting then. I thought and heaved a long sigh.

A smile curled my lips as I pictured him sitting in a large leather chair in a meeting room full of elite business men and women. He would be dressed in a black tailored suit as usual, with his hair pushed back with grease. His dangerously handsome face will hold so much seriousness at that moment no one would dare make any jokes. After the meetings, he would return home and his hair would be free from grease. He would look at me with an uncontrolled smile. His eyes will spark and mine will sparkle as I stare into his, daring not to blink.

Oh no. The smile has left his lips. That's because I've told him something. Something he wasn't expecting. Then he blazes with rage. He blazes so much that everywhere is consumed by fire until I can see nothing. Until all is lost!
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Splash! The cool water hits my face. I stared at the mirror as it dripped down my chin off my makeup free face. A few strands of my hair were also dripping with water. I wriggle it out with my fingers.

Why are you so afraid, Mélie? It was a question from me to myself.

I turned off the tap on the sink and opened the door, stepping into my office. The landline was ringing endlessly on my desk. I picked it up, "Mrs Damien!"

"Clarke!" He was the new receptionist.

"There's someone causing a ruckus here. Says that she wants to see you without an appointment."

I could hear a familiar voice yelling angrily in the background. I flipped open my laptop and tapped into the surveillance footage from the reception. My eyes bulged open, "Trisha!"

"Get off of me...Bastards!" She screamed angrily at the security, "Don't you dare touch me!"

"Mrs…"

"Let her in, Clarke." I cut in.

"What?"

I heaved a sigh and stroked my template with my fingers, "Let her in. I know her."

Clarke hesitated for a while before finally saying, "Okay, madam."

I dropped the phone from my ear and let out a groan of frustration. Why the heck didn't she just call me?

I bet she thought that she could pay me a surprise visit to the office.