Chapter Eighty Two: Shattered

You know what? Let me call you right back, I'm trying to unscrew something right here.

I hope you don't mind," 

"No, not at all," she responded.

The call had fortunately ended and she was grateful it did.

She now headed downstairs to have Dinner.

She peacefully had her dinner without any company, after which she retreated to her room. 

The next day was work again. It was almost lunch break but Ray hasn't shown up yet.

She had brought a box of food to work that day, so she and Lang ate at the cafeteria.

Just minutes after she got back to the office, the internet was again flawed with pictures and videos of Raymond and Laura. 

And yet again, very graphic images of the two locking lips.

In their previous kissing video, she had stupidly defended a man she had no business defending. Accepting and understanding that the kiss was initiated by Laura, but this time around, the captured video of Ray and Laura looked like they were on a date.

Because if not a date, what could explain why the two were in a crib on a discreet island?

This kiss this time around was obviously initiated by both of them and not just Laura.

Raymond was shirtless, just in Shorts, and Laura was wearing a bikini with a wreath that had colorful flowers on it. (Wreath is a crown made of flowers)

They were multiple pictures and videos on different blogs, she hated to accept it, hated to believe that Raymond still had this much power over her, but she was heartbroken. She kept staring at the pictures, and the more she stared, the more her heart sank. she wanted to act okay, but the moist substance that now formed in her eyes was saying otherwise.

'no she is not going to cry,' she ran to the bathroom, avoiding being bumped into by anyone, especially Lang.

'what was wrong with her?'

'arent she supposed to be happy,  at least with the new boyfriend which she claimed she had?

How could Raymond go from telling her that he wanted to talk about them, looking at her in every way seductive to being on a discreet island with another woman?

The first tears had rolled down her cheek, and from there, a full blown sob had broken out.

Raymond was sitting on a wooden beach chair. He was out on the open part of the wooden crib, it looked like a porch, but more diverse. He had chosen here cause it was siren and private.

Laura had stepped out to take a call, he relaxed on the beach chair with his sun shades on, as his mind raced through so many thoughts.

Amanda! She was going out with his staff! The engineer was her new boyfriend, She would disrespect him that much by going out with his employee? 

The thought of her with someone else made him sick in the tummy and full of anger. Even if Amanda wanted someone around the company, didn't the person know about her having something, not just something, but a lot of things to do with him?

Was the engineer simply and consciously poking him? Did they ever have an encounter? 

In all this, the question that haunted him so much was 'has she slept with him?' 

His wrath now moved to Mark, he knew his name, well, only because he checked him out. But he hated addressing him as that, even while he thought to himself. He rather just called him the engineer. 

The engineer would soon see his rage, and he didn't care how petty it would look!

A woman he never publicly announced their break up and a subordinate dared move to her? That was highly disrespectful and personally, he wouldn't take it!

As for Amanda?! He won't hurt her, could never hurt her, but would show her what it really meant to not be in his favor.

What it was like looking away from her!

One might call him spiteful or mean for his decisions, but he didn't care. How could she think it was okay flaunting his employee around his franchise as her new man!?

Oh, how his heart arched when he referred to the engineer as her man.

Sounded poisonous to his mind, one that could poison a man, one that could poison him.

He would let Amanda decide and do whatever pleased her, but he hoped she would be able to live with the consequences.  

He recalled the afternoon she took over two hours to have lunch with the engineer, at this point, he wasn't even sure if it was just lunch that they had.

With how his heart arched and how much rage had built within him, he wasn't sure if it was just because the engineer was his staff, or just the idea of Amanda being with someone else caused this much rage within him.

He was here to take his mind off things, and it not working! Why was every of his thought filled with thoughts of Amanda!?

He sighed, sat up, and ran his hands through his head.

"Fuck!" He yelled, hitting one of his knuckles on the bench.

He noticed Laura getting back, and moving just towards him.

"I know seeing that is crazy," Laura said with great concern, moving to him, placing her hands on his thighs, and squatting before him.

'what is she talking about?' he wondered. Yes, she might have heard him yell, but that didn't give out the reason to why he did.

"It's everywhere, I know, I'm sorry this got out," she said while rubbing his thighs.

'first of all, she was doing too much with the way she was becoming too touchy with him,' he thought.

'secondly,'" what are you talking about?" He asked.

"What do you mean, what am I talking about?" She asked in a confused tone.

"You have not seen it?" Laura asked.

"Seen what?" He asked.

"It's on the blogs," she said looking into his eyes.

"What is?" He enquired, almost running out of patience.

She now handed him her phone, showing him the news to see for himself.

"What is this?" He asked in disbelief, not that he didn't understand what it was, but he didn't understand how it was already all over the media. Besides they were in a discreet location, how did the press find them?

"We should go," he said almost tossing her aside while he stood at his feet.

"What do you mean we should go?" Laura asked, now standing on her feet and moving to him, now before him.

She reached his shoulders, holding him lightly with her two hands on his two shoulders.

"We are already here, and they already know, what other worse thing Could happen?"

She sure wasn't getting it, maybe she thought he was here because he wanted to be here with her, he was here because he wanted to stay away from the crowd, and since he had promised her a hangout, he decided to kill two birds with a stone.

He couldn't chill here and have private time anymore. He was being watched, if not monitored, so it didn't feel private anymore.

"I do not feel like it anymore, maybe some other time," he said.

They were now in his car, back to the main city.

Laura was seated in the front passenger seat. They had been silent through the ride and he preferred it like that.

He knew that his shocking divorce was what made the Media now on his every move. He was still the center of attention and he wondered when all this would pipe down. 

He doubted the possibility of piping down if he continued to hang out with Laura, the prime minister's daughter.

He and Laura had kissed again today, and if one asked him, it wasn'at terrible one, but it was plain. The story behind how this came to be was one he wasn't willing to recall at that time.

"Are you okay?" Laura asked him before his attention finally went back to the fact that she was seated right beside him.

He looked over at her for a split second before giving a response.

"I will be fine," he said.

"We could talk about it if you want," she said.

"It seems like it is not just this news that burdens you," she added.

"I will be fine, you don't have to worry." He said looking at her again.

She was a good person, but he was afraid he couldn't give her what she was looking for, and he didn't want to waste her time or lead her on.

Lang had stepped into Amanda's office, she had come to know if her friend was okay. She was sure she had seen the news and she knew how much drawn to Raymond Amanda was.

Her office was empty, well, not literally, it just lacked Amanda's presence.

"Where has she gone," Lang muttered. 

Lang was in the middle of Amanda's office, almost about leaving before she heard a sob from her restroom.

"Oh, shit." Lang muttered.

She raced to the entrance that led to the restroom and went for the knob to open the door, but she noticed it was locked.

"Hey," she called out, but no answer.

"Hey! Open the door," she called out  again, but no answer.

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