Quote of the day: You are a very special element in this world don't let anyone make you feel otherwise,because you hold a very special place in someone's heart.

   Ashley slammed the door shut as she stepped into the house. She was in a very foul mood thanks to her ever caring boss. Mr Marshall had made her go through the whole of the company activities for that year which wasn't that necessary; he made her wait up to finish the work even though it was past her working hours. She slumped on the chair and was about falling into a comfortable sleep only to hear.

    "Wow what the heck were you doing with your new boss the, unexpected?" Chloe asked.

   She had suddenly forgotten that she lives with a very...what the heck can she even refer this blabbering girl to?  "As if," She said in a dry tone lying more comfortably on the couch. This couch had been a gift from Chloe's grandparents it was indeed very old, but it was comfy as hell.

    "Well it is simply because I'm  aware of the type of friend I have, if not I would have thought so, but I guess I was just hoping you know." Chloe walked closer to her. She was in her nightwear and there was a towel on her head, meaning she just came out of the bathroom. And Ashley was jealous.

  She really wanted to have a hot bath now, but she was too damn tired to stand up. Chloe had gotten home way before her, they usually came home together, but ever since Greg Marshall happened they stopped doing so.

   "Thank goodness you know."

   "What is it? Ashley you look stressed out." She asked sitting down and flinging the wet towel she used in cleaning her hair on the armchair, that irritating behavior of hers.

    "Nothing, I'm just sort of tired," she said thinking back to how Greg Marshall had treated her all day and all week. He was totally different from the guy who had showed up at her doorstep with a smile. Why the sudden change in behavior? Or did he recognize her? If so why hasn't he done anything? Was he waiting for her to come clean? If so, she really can't do that, that would be nothing but pure tragedy for her.

   "Hey! you there." She suddenly heard Chloe shouting.

   "You didn't have to shout, I'm at ears length," she said rubbing her ear as if it hurts. It actually doesn't, but Chloe's voice was loud enough without shouting.

   "Well it didn't seem like you were here, you look like you have gone out of the universe my sweet, what's wrong?" Chloe said giving the most attentive glare, daring her to lie .

   "Nothing, I'm  ... fine."

  "Hey you can't lie to me, I can see through your every lie."

  Ashley stood up and started walking  towards  her room reluctantly. "I'm tired Chloe, I'll make sure to tell you by tomorrow." That is if I don't wake up earlier than you, and run over to my work place, she added silently.

    It felt so weird now, even though they both work for the same company it's obvious they won't be seeing each other very much. Now that she will be stuck in her floor all day thanks to her handsome, but crazy as hell boss. Ashley wasn't going to be surprised at his behaviour anymore, he was obviously just some pompous ass who gets everything handed to him.

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  Greg stood up from his seat and picked up his briefcase as he made to leave. Damn he knew being a CEO wasn't an easy job, but he hadn't expected it to be so time consuming. He had always thought his father had just been making up excuses all those years but now he knew better. Greg knew how it felt now, damn he didn't know he would meet this much work considering the way his father was always busy.

   He exited his office making to go into the elevator but stopped in his tracks as he saw that Ashley's desktop was still on, like what the fuck could she be thinking forgetting to put off her desktop? He moved over to her desk as a thought came to his mind.

     He did what his manipulative mind told him to do with a devilish smirk on his face. Damn he loves making her angry not because she had offended him but it was just for the fun of it.  He looked at her wallpaper, it was a picture of her and Miss Anderson, well they seem very close, they even share an apartment.

   Greg stood up and walked to his private elevator. He thought this particular feature wasn't necessary, but it had been that way before he came and he just can't remove the elevator overnight.

   Getting to his private parking garage he saw that his driver was almost asleep. He got in the car only to continue some leftover work on his laptop. This work was gonna be the death of him, but he wasn't complaining. People already saw him as a fearful boss, and he had to maintain that personality.
    
   "Drive to Boston." He ordered the driver.

    "Boston? It is  a little too late to go there tonight you can go tomorrow."
The driver tried to put some sense into him which he ignored him. He just needed to go, he missed that place and he was just too busy nowadays to visit.

  The drive to Boston was actually pretty fast, he didn't even notice when they got home.

    Greg got down from the car and stared at the building in front of him, feeling his heart rate increase. At some point in life this place had actually felt like home, but now all he saw was the evil place where all his bad memories are kept. And the worst of it was what happened two years ago, he couldn't believe he was back there. He didn't want to be there, but this was home no matter what, and he missed whatever good memory that was ever created here. Most especially her, he missed her, his mother.

   Greg walked into the house and saw  his father sitting on one of the couch in the sitting room, he was surprised to see the man there. For all he knew his father had abandoned this place long before Greg did. It seemed the old man was reminiscing, but who cares. Greg ignored him walking past him. His father was one of the reason he never wanted to be here, he was in fact the major reason. He couldn't bear every bad thing he remembered of his father whenever he was here.

   "Don't I even deserve a greeting now Greg?" The old man asked. Greg stopped, turning to look at him, he looked older than his fifty three years of age, it was almost like he was worn out, but Greg didn't care.

    "I didn't notice you were there, I thought you would be in New York, you know doing what you do best," he said, and continued in his tracks.

  "You know I think we should try to get past what has happened In the past and now focus on our future together as a father and son."

  Greg stopped not believing his father would say something like that, like what happened to the man who didn't even remember he had a son until the day he wanted to retire? The man who had done nothing but made him wish he had no father all his life, the man who had let his mother die. He chuckled wickedly, "so now you want to be a Father?"

He walked off not wanting to get angry.

   "At least give me a good memory of my last days, I'm not getting younger son."
  
   Greg ignored him still and went into his room. He dropped his briefcase sitting down on his bed. He remembered all the days he spent locked in this room, days he spent crying, wishing he had a better father, wishing his mother didn't have to go through what she went through daily. 

   Greg hated this man so much for everything he had done, like damn him, now he wants a father-son relationship. "Fucking bastard." He tugged at his tie.

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  Ashley ran all the way into the lounge not minding the way people were staring at her. She had woken up late and her dear best friend hadn't thought of waking her up, "how dare Chloe go to work without me." Chloe definitely had a lot of explaining to do when she sees her.

     Damn what was Mr Marshall gonna do? She just prays he hadn't arrived yet which is quite impossible considering the fact that the man was a workaholic. She had expected him to be different from his Father but fuck, the whole Marshall family had to be workaholics.

    As Ashley got to the elevator, luckily for her she was able to squeeze herself in with some people. Most of them looked at her like she had grown two heads, it must be really unusual for them to see the ever efficient Ashley Wells come to work late.

  Getting to her floor the only prayer on her lips was for Mr Marshall's absence, she wished some stupid situation would be holding him down. Not that she was wishing him bad, but anything that would make him absent would do.

     On getting to her desk, Ashley sat down and stared in horror at her desktop,what surprised her wasn't the fact that it was on, it was the words staring back at her.
   
  "Ashley, I won't tolerate this tardiness from you. Keep this up and you might just loose your job."

   The words said, damn he was around.

   
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Lots of love from
Mary Aden.