Burn Clothes

Since Celestelle woke up and started having nightmares. She always sees the past Celestela isolated in a corner, crying and pleading for a chance to change everything and rewrite everything, to stand up for herself also.

But she wasn't the one who came back, it was another person entirely. Those nightmare's, the cries she always heard, the gaze filled with heartache. Every subtable of emotions, had all left her wanting to get justice and put a stop to bullying and harassment.

Among families, friends, school mates, colleagues and many more.

Celestelle had woken up with the thought of getting revenge for Celestela but now the plan had changed. She plans to establish the name Celestela, she plans to use the name Celestela to do more good things and save the lives of many people at the hands of bullying.

That had been Celestela's request. She didn't want revenge

If justice was to be served to anyone, it should be done fairly, by the law with no scheming. All she truly wanted was to help those who are victims of bullying and isolation.

"Sighing slightly". Celestelle jokingly said, trying to ease the tension.

"Hi everyone, do you miss me that much to forget who is standing before you "Celestelle said with pouty lips and a hint of grievance".

Every staff member immediately widened their eyes, completely astonished. It was true that had they forgotten so soon, she was also the boss of the company.

"Good morning Miss White" they all chorused'. Celestelle waved her hands dismissively then marched to the elevator heading for the 30th floor.

That was her department, and it so happens to be that she was under Connie.

Celestelle had been bored since waking up and she believed if Connie saw her all her fake composure would grumble. For some reasons in Celestela memory, she couldn't see Connie face clearly, but by what she notice, she was evil.

She only plans to see Connie uncomfortable, getting justice for Celestela doesn't mean she wouldn't use them to quench boredom.

She headed for the 30th floor with her driver trailing behind her.

"Her mind raced with thought, possibilities, of what her arrival may result to".

"The elevator came with a soft chime…. slicing through Celestelle strained thoughts".

The silver door parting smoothly by the quiet before a storm.

Celestelle stepped out, heels clicking against the marble floor, as her reflection glanced back at her, from the polished walls…there was zero hint of panic in her. But confidence and self awareness.

She didn't look nervous, she was ready and prepared. But beneath it all where eyes couldn't see, her fingers twitched slightly by her side.

This was the company created by her mother and father and had at least thrived, but now it was in the hands of her stepfather, his mistress, and her step sister.

Turning to her driver she said "wait for me in the car at the parking lot, I'd join you when I'm done".

The driver could only nod in response and went back into the elevator, pressing the first floor.

As for Celestelle she decided to head to the board meeting happening at the top floor.

On her way to the elevator earlier at the first floor, some staff had talked about an ongoing meeting and she had an idea.

She had made plans to go to her office but now she decided to join the meeting. And bringing the driver along who looked like a bodyguard was too alarming.

Using the elevator meant for just executives, or higher staff members, she pressed for the top floor, where most important meetings or secrets are being held.

As the elevator ascended, so did the weight in her chest––each brought her closer to them.

Her so called family people she called her own.

The ones who had abandoned her, betrayed her, and belittled her.

She hadn't come here for their words or for them to grovel at her feets.

She had only come as a daughter coming to the company owned by her parents as it was rightfully hers to begin with.

...

Back at the Villa. Earlier.

Lucien came down the stairs. Wearing a gray Tailored suit, with a turtleneck top as an inner. His hairs were geled backwards leaving a few strands. He had stud earrings on.

Anyone who saw him would mistake him for a young boy in his twenties rather than a man in his thirties.

In the living room it was only the butler who was standing by. Obviously waiting for him before he could also clock out for the morning.

Has she left? "Lucien asked slowly, his voice barely audible".

Yes young master….she left about an hour ago "the butler response came crisp and smooth".

Lucien nodded lightly, then uttered two words "Burn clothes".

This time the butler almost stumbled, then looked at him wanting to understand.

"Sir, which clothes are you talking about please? He wasn't sure which clothes he asked he should burn, that's why he asked.

"Select every revealing clothes out of her closet and replace them with fancy but decent dressing". And make sure to get me who had stocked those kinds of clothes in her closet. See to it yourself "Lucien said sharply".

"The butler held his breath 'had the madam earlier dressing provoked him, or caused something else?' the old man thought. But who was he to interfere?.

Yes sir, I'd make sure it happens "came the butler response".

Lucien looked at him slightly then headed for his car in the driveway.

Since he couldn't rest for the morning he might as well visit the office. His supposed rest had brought both headache and lust.

He would make Zachary pay for it. Zachary had said she was to his taste and wouldn't disturb, but hell no, she wasn't just a talkative but a causer also.

From midnight till dawn, he already had a bad impression of her. If not for the fact his family needed him to get married he didn't have plans of doing that.

Talking about family, he received a call, just as he entered a black Bentley.

"Heard you got married. come to the ancestral home today"

The voice at the other end was sharp and commanding.