All Miserable
It's all on social media.
Many photos are being shared like crazy.
Dordrich and I are in love embracing and passionate kissing, I clinging to his chest, he holding me possessively. An online newspaper even has us half-naked on the beach at dusk so not clearly visible.
I'm quite scared. What will this mean for Dordrich's marriage, for his children, I wonder now.
I'm still in the penthouse sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee Dordrich left warm for me. I scroll through my accounts, looking startled at the dozens of photos. This is a national scandal. And the comments are not easy. Homewrecker, slut, whore, bitch and more of those derogatory names are thrown at me.
And then there's that anonymous account again, saying it already saw this coming, that Danner was just a cover-up and I broke up with him weeks ago. And another account warns that people should wait for an official statement from one of the three of us before judging. Everyone expects Danner in particular to make himself heard, especially as he was very confident about our engagement.
I'm sending a text to Dordrich. "Babe, followed the gossips? We are in trouble!”. To emphasize the seriousness of it, I add a startling emoji. He responds within a minute. "Don't worry, relax. Everything has a solution. Take a day off because the paparazzi are waiting for you at work." I send him a thumbs-up emoji to indicate that I'll follow his advice.
I immediately send a message to Kaylah. "Is it fun there?".
She calls within a minute. “Rocking with a married man, Loraine? Only misery came out of that now, your reputation is damaged. Bet his wife is hot on your heels now! No intelligent wife will let a man like Dordrich go because of you. You messed up big time now!”, she rattles on.
“Good morning, Miss Kaylah. Are you okay?”, I ask her sarcastically.
“I'll sell that to the paparazzi waiting for you downstairs, Loraine. Today you will have no use wishing others a good morning while yours is so very miserable.”
“Girl, what are you worried about, everything will turn out fine. Ask Aziel to continue running the business. I can't get to work today." I hear a deep sigh on the other end. “Loraine, can you be serious for once? My phone is red hot, one of you has to come up with a public explanation. And since they are all here, there must also be a statement from you," she insists annoyingly. Knowing she'll keep nagging me if I ignore her, I figure out a good way to handle this. I also know that the journalists will stay outside my company door until I show up. Probably there is also a bunch of them in front of my house. Luckily, I hadn't left the penthouse yet when the media hype started.
“You know what, make a deal with them that you do a short statement and they leave with that. No questions, just a briefing. Keep it diplomatic," I tell her. “Yes, that can work. I let myself be flanked by the ladies of the PR department, a little intimidation”, she answers me a little enthusiastically.
That is settled then. I turn on the television to watch my staff's statement but first go to the fridge to pour a glass of juice Dordrich made freshly yesterday. And indeed, I see the efficient Kaylah with two employees walking towards the entrance of the company. The journalists rush towards her, while security keeps them at a distance.
“Press, we have taken note of all the reports and photos that have appeared in the media regarding Miss Windrug in relation to Mr. Fellogan. We would like to inform you that all this information has no impact on Windrug&So's business operations. Miss Windrug's social life is completely separate from her business interests. Our company is growing steadily, and we now own the management shares in the Mall. The projects we have in the pipeline will largely serve the community, in all segments, that’s a comprise.
Youth, LGBT, seniors, all will receive special attention at their own level. As soon as we have determined the opening date for the new projects, we will communicate this with you immediately”.
I laugh in my fist. That Kaylah turned the whole hype into a marketing stunt. Genius.
Once they go live on all social media channels and our target groups pay attention to this kind of spicy gossip news, we will take advantage of this sublime opportunity to reach thousands at once. Although there are no answers to questions in briefings, the journalists try to push through. “Have Loraine and Dordrich been in a relationship for a long time? Does Loraine know Dordrich is married? Is she still engaged to Danner?”, they shout over each other. Coldly, Kaylah thanks them for their presence and withdraws into the building. Perfect!
I zip some new channels into a report about a serious collision that catches my attention. I see an expensive Maserati involved. The car was badly rammed by a wrong-way driver who fled the crime scene. Terrible just to watch! The medics are quick at the scene and I watch a woman and two children taken out of the badly destroyed vehicle and into the ambulance.
And then I hear the news anchor share the information. "Elena Fellogan was involved in a serious collision on the A1 a few minutes ago. She was taking her children to school when a Land Rover vehicle came from a side road and slammed into her. The perpetrator then fled, his vehicle had no registration number. Updates on the news will follow."
My coffee cup hangs halfway up my mouth.
And then my phone rings. Without looking at the ID, I take the call. “Loraine”, it sounds broken. “Elena and the children are in emergency care. I need you so much now. Come to me!".
Dordrich!
Completely upset, his voice sounds pleading. “I'll be right there!”, I assure him. I quickly take a bath and dress in easy jeans and a white blouse. My Rolls Royce was left at the television station, only Aziel has the spare key. I text him to pick it up for me and leave it at home. On the taxi central app, I order a vehicle and rush to the hospital to support Dordrich...
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