She was indeed gold in the midst of clay and that was why his tale had to end this way.

  Nothing beautiful can ever exist in his life. He was tired of keeping her from happiness, he wanted her to experience that joy others had experienced.

  That joy he had deprived her. He wanted to be a good friend and let her go. This may be his last opportunity to sow a good seed in life.

  He fondled with the tip of her hair and watched as she also watched him.

  He had never seen anyone with a heart so deep and forgiving in his entire life. That she could even allow him to get so close to her after all he had done.

" Iris I'm still very sorry" 


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    Iris had moved on to a better life. Infact, she no longer bore her name. She was now referred to as Jules.

  Working as the secretary for one of the most lucrative businessmen in Bridgewaters seemed like the best of her good years, till a temporary transfer was made.

  She was now to work for another employee. Mr McConnell's son. The man who made her high school days miserable, the man who broke her and made sure she had no means to pick herself back up.

The man who raped her.

  Now theirs is a tale of hate, hurt, regrets, tears, fears and discovery.

  And maybe love.

Don't forget, there's a very thin line between love and hate.

LOVED

Starting up work today wasn't as simple as I prayed it would be. 


 I had already attended four unproductive meetings and figured out I haven't had anything for lunch. 


 The time was four pm and I guess it was time to at least have something to eat. 


 After putting my laptop on sleep, I picked my cellphone, car keys and wallet to be sure I was good to go. 


 As soon as I walked out the door, I met face to face with Iris who held a single file in her hand. 


" Are you going home?" She asked in a little confusion and I wasn't surprised. 


 I wasn't someone to leave the office so early. 


" What do you have for me?" I changed the topic back to plain business and she took the hint that I was in no mood for a discussion. 


" It's an invitation from Mr Reid. About an event he's hosting in a week" 


 An event? I haven't heard anything about an event in the past few days. 


 Maybe I really need to connect with the media once again. 


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