The Next Chapter: Twisted Series Next Generation

Chapter 41: Dahlia Harper

"Do you have everything, are you sure?" Fawning over Sofia like a wife sending her husband to work. My gaze swept over my friend as I scanned her brilliantly kept attire.

She looked so beautiful, like she was ready to stomp in and have the corporate world kiss her shoe.

Like father, like daughter.

Her only response was to roll her eyes at me, admiring the amount of concern I upheld as if I was sending her on a battlefield.

Let's be real, you put Sofia Volkov on a battlefield and she comes out crisp and clean in an eloquent victory.

"If you're done acting like you're sending me off for my first day of kindergarten."

Offering her nothing more than a mock look of resentment, perching my hands up on my hips to imitate what she normally does as I narrow my gaze. "I'm sending my baby out in the real world, you best expect me to act like I'm on Adderall."

She merely dusts her jacket sleeve and raises an eyebrow at me. "I'm older than you."

"Semantics." Waving her off while my gaze admired her.

She was wearing a silk colour blouse that puffed around her slim body, the sleeves rolled to add a more sophisticated appeal as she contrasted the light colour with some grey wide legged pants. A pair of gold heels to give her some height and pull the entire outfit together. Tendrils of her hair spilled out of her bun in a fashion that appeared accounted for.

If you saw her walking down the street, you would one hundred percent believe that she ran the company instead of starting her first day there.

"I'm excited." She grins eagerly like a child on christmas.

Finding a place for her to pursue her dream was not simple. Most often then not it was people accepting her merely to get in with her father, or flat out rejecting her to kill any nepotism rumours that could affect the company.

However, strangely enough Sofia did not seem to offer a shred of attention to every other firm she applied for.

It was not until this one where she truly introduced the enjoyment she upheld and practically had one foot out the door ready to head off to work.

"So." I cross my arms over my chest. "Webster's Journal."

She nonchalantly adjusts her appearance in the mirror. "Yeah?"

"Didn't you used to have a massive crush on the guy that works there."

Her movements halt for the moment, raising an eyebrow at me through the mirror. "Maybe." She murmurs out.

Pinpointing this girl's intentions was like trying to find your way out of a maze when you are blind.

Professionalism is something Sofia practically salivates towards so obviously it would be rudely undermining her thinking she took the job for some crush.

However, the confusing part is that Websters played a giant part in harming the namesake of her fathers company.

Family loyalty is practically the emblem of the Volkovs.

Does her father know she is working there?

Attempting to not wrongly focus on the notion too much, leaning back against the wall as I watch her shrink any imperfections on her.

"You look beautiful." I speak in hopes of easing any stress she has.

Although she does a magnificent part in derailing on nerves that may approach her, Sofia does have anxiety and a couple of ticks that give her away.

However her strive to perfection and triumph outweighs any antiquated nerves that seem merely as an obstacle.

Watching as her movements relent and a smile lifts her face, she swivels on her thin heels and holds her purse. "Are you sure you feel okay?" Concern etches her expression as she runs her gaze over me.

A sheepish expression fills my face at the recollection of my action. Truthfully, I attempted to wayward that notion in the furthest crevice of my mind.

In a couple of days I would need to go and get my stitches removed, meaning I have the world's biggest chance to run into Doctor Whitlock and be trapped in her fierce gaze again.

Knowing my luck, the odds could never be on my side.

I could ask Uncle Josh to personally remove them but then he would know of my accident and inform my parents who just left for Manhattan this morning for moms fashion show.

There is no way I would let all my hard work of getting my parents on the right track get derailed.

Sucking a breath as I wave my hand at her again. "Psh, don't fret about me."

"By the way." She utters while she taps her heels.

Sounding dangerously identical to the doctor.

"Why'd you leave the hospital so early, they should have kept you longer. They just let Maverick come get you?"

Feeling myself wince as I anxiously rub my arm. "Well, not exactly."

Sofia clamps a hand over her mouth, my response is to narrow my gaze into a glare as she suppresses her laughter.

"Yes I know it's very funny, I pulled a James bond."

"I don't think that's a fair comparison." She aggravatingly snickers out.

A childish scoff slips from my lips as I roll my eyes and approach the island. "Yes, now that we've laughed over the wonderful adventures of Dahlia."

"Pat and pending." Chiming as she follows my steps.

"The hospital was already hounded by paparazzi, I didn't want anyone getting photos of me after I lost like a gallon of blood."

Raising her coffee cup to her lips, she lets it hover over her mouth before she speaks. "If anything hurts at all, you call me. Capiche?"

Warmth spills through my chest at her determined affection and I give her a stern nod. "Yes husband." I coo out while batting my lashes.

She snorts and rolls her eyes. "I gotta get going, be a good wife."

Blowing her a kiss as she turns on her sharp heels and leaves the apartment. Leaving me here alone for the entire day. A small breath falls from my lips as I rustle my phone out of my pocket and my eyes widen in disbelief.

A missed call from Thayer hospital. What the hell?