No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Jeez, I'm done for."

That text from Deborah just sat there staring at me for what felt like forever before I finally decided to call her. But no one answered.

Stubbornly, I tried her number again, still nothing. So, I decided to reach out to her office instead.

"Is Deborah around?" I blurted out as soon as the call connected.

"She's on leave," came the unexpected response, halting my breath momentarily. Before I could even ask, the voice on the other end inquired, "Is this Ms. Hudson?"

Surprised that they recognized my voice, I confirmed, "Yes, it's me. Why did Deborah take time off, and for how long?"

"She took personal leave, I think for three days. She's supposed to be back at work tomorrow. Ms. Hudson, you might want to try her cell," they said, still courteous despite knowing I was no longer their boss' fiancée. Worried sick about Deborah, I pressed on, "I can't reach her by phone. Do you have any other way to contact her?"

"No!"

The blunt response sent shivers down my spine. Something was clearly off with Deborah, and here I was, miles away, unable to check on her personally.

In desperation, I asked the person on the line, "It's urgent. I can't get through to her by any means. Could you perhaps visit her place and check on her?" "...Okay, I'll head there after work."

need to wait till you clock out. Go now, and ask your boss for leave. I'll call

"Alright, Ms. Hudson."

called Deborah's boss, who, out of respect for my past association with the Wagner

my

Wagner family meant that their employees still treated me

to Deborah's distressing

aren't you picking up calls or

in life except our own

you. If you do something reckless, I swear I'll never talk to you

my barrage of messages, there was no reply. My anxiety skyrocketed, but being

just sitting there,

she had been briefed by

sign

to visit the rooftop terrace upstairs. Mr. Wagner's place has

somewhat eased my

was only making me more anxious,