The Art of Falling Apart (It Girls Series #3)

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

Eli

"Good morning, Engineer Ponce de Leon!" Without looking at her, I nodded before sitting on my swivel chair.

"Your coffee, sir." Clara, my assistant, carefully placed the Starbucks coffee that I usually drink on my desk. I don't really like coffee, but being the vice-president of a leading construction company in Asia, you would be needing a lot of caffeine, adrenaline, and maybe Jesus, too.

This was Kiel's former position but last year, Dad and together with all the board members voted for him to be the president of Immueble Corporation while me on the other hand, got promoted as the vice-president since they have been training me for this position for years.

"Thanks, Clara." I told her as I take one of the folders lying on my desk so that I could read them carefully before signing.

While on the other hand, Clara grabs her iPad to read the scheduled meetings that I have for today.

"... and by 5PM, you have a meeting with Mr. Warner at—"

I closed the folder and I tilt my head up to look at Clara, causing him to discontinue her sentence. "Cancel my meeting with Mr. Warner. I'm leaving by five o'clock to run some personal errands and I will come back at six to finish my remaining works. You can go now, Clara. Thank you." I say, politely dismissing her.

She gives me her casual smile. "I will cancel the meeting right away, sir. Have a great day!" She formally said before walking out of my office, bringing the iPad with her.

Releasing a deep sigh, I rested my back against my swivel chair and propped my elbow against the armrest so that I could reach for my forehead.

I shut my eyes tight and clenched and unclenched my jaw as if that would gain me the strength to finish all the workload that's been waiting for me.

Damn. I could offer my sister Brielle as Satan's personal armpit shaver in exchange for a getaway right now. This month has been so fucking stressful, I'm barely sleeping— I'm barely eating.

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After working for two straight hours, I decided to stand up from my seat and do some stretches because... well, according to my ex, sitting for two straight hours is not a healthy habit to develop. I should at least stand up and do some little walks to keep my blood circulating.

She told me that when we were in college and I've been too eager and busy to finish my blueprint for a day so I could spend the rest of the week with her.

Idiot and whipped Eli Ponce de Leon era.

Never again.

I'm not saying that I hate my ex or that I'm holding grudges against her, in fact, up until now I still look up to her. My respect for her and her decision to choose her faith over me, it's still here. I respect her, I respect her faith.

Even though Adrian told me that it was a ridiculous reason. That maybe she was just using that as an excuse because she can't admit that she fell out of love  for me, but I knew her too well.

I know how much she values her faith... her God. I know how much she loves Him.

So no, I don't resent Mirae.

It's just that I don't think I'm ready to fall deeply in love again just like how I did with her seven years ago.

The pain of the break up, the pain of begging someone not to leave you, I remember all of it all too well. And I don't think I'm prepared to experience that same torment all over again.