The man strides over to the elevator. His co-workers cheer and slap him on the back. He got a promotion. A good one, but he can't help but feel a little guilty. He reaches the elevator finally, thanking the heavens that it is empty and he presses the button for his new office on the topmost floor. A lot has happened in the past few weeks but he's glad he now has the office he's wanted for years.
He enters the new office, the morning sunlight illuminating his desk. There's a pile of papers sprawled over the mahogany table, put there by his assistant. He takes a seat on the pure leather chair, shuffling through congratulatory letters until he reaches the newspaper from today. He is about to throw it in the large trashcan in the corner when the bold headline catches his eye.
TRAGEDY FOR FAMILY
He glances down at the large photo covering most of the page and suppresses his reaction. He turns away from the article, not reading any further and screwing it into a ball. But he puts it in the top draw of his desk anyway and locks it.
The morning Sydney sun illuminates his clear blue eyes.
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The Badboy's Secret
Teen Fiction*ON HOLD* (for now) *Weekly (if not, then fortnightly) updates* Lies. Deceit. Deception. This isn't a normal love story. He was trouble. He had his secrets and lies. She was unstable. She had her curiosities and questions. Sometimes, when a secr...
