Threads of yesterday
nothing is worth more than being remembered by the person you love
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Isabella reached her office,
the usual calm yet commanding presence in her stride.
Cassi Johns (fl secretary/ friend)
Good morning, boss.
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
Morning. What’s on today’s list?
Cassi Johns (fl secretary/ friend)
You’ve got a meeting with the design team at 11, a call with the suppliers around 1 PM, and some documents to review for the new project.
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
Alright, send the file to my cabin.
Cassi Johns (fl secretary/ friend)
Already on your table, boss.
Isabella Sinclair (Fl)
(nodding) Good.
Saying that, she walked into her cabin, the door closing behind her with a soft click. The moment she sat down, her professional mask slid into place... the mother, the woman with a blurry past, tucked away for now.
And like that, her day began.... buried in work, letting the noise drown the echoes of that strange dream from the other night.
Meanwhile, in Blackwood mansion
Inside the mansion, his father sat at the dining table, reading the newspaper and sipping his morning coffee.
Clara Blackwood (ml mom)
How many times have I told you not to keep your files on my dining table?😤😤
Magnus Blackwood (ml dad)
Okay, okay, don’t get angry, honey. I’ll put them away. 😕😗
Simon came downstairs, buttoning his cufflinks with a lazy smile. The familiar banter made him feel like time had stood still — this was home.
Clara Blackwood (ml mom)
Good morning, honey. You’re late today.🤗
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
Morning, Mom. Morning, Dad.
Magnus Blackwood (ml dad)
Morning, Simon.
Clara Blackwood (ml mom)
Did you sleep well? You were a bit off last night.(concerned voice)
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
(paused, briefly)
Yeah, it was fine.
Clara Blackwood (ml mom)
Still thinking about that dream?😟
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
(avoiding eye contact)No, Mom. It’s nothing. (He took a sip of his coffee.)
He stood up, ready to leave.
Clara Blackwood (ml mom)
Where do you think you’re going young man?
🤨
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
Office. Got some early meetings.
Clara Blackwood (ml mom)
Not without finishing your breakfast.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
(groaning)I’m not really hungry. Can I skip just this once?
He shot a hopeful glance at his father.🥺
Magnus Blackwood (ml dad)
Nice try. But you know the rule...wife’s always right.🥱😌
Simon sighed dramatically but sat back down and began nibbling on his toast.
Magnus Blackwood (ml dad)
(casually)So, what’s your plan, young man?
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
For what?(little confused)
Magnus Blackwood (ml dad)
Your future. Family. You’re not getting any younger, you know.
Just the word family made him remember the feeling how real it felt the dream, that woman
And....
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
not now dad. I just came back. Give me some time will you.
He finished the last bite of his toast, stood up and kissed his mother on the cheek.
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
I’m heading out. Bye, Mom.
Clara Blackwood (ml mom)
Bye, Simon. Take care
Simon Blackwood (Ml)
Bye, Dad.
Magnus Blackwood (ml dad)
Go get going, son.
Simon left the house, but the questions… they stayed.
What they were thinking what his parents interpret form his expression, his reply stays
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sorry for the late update
Cute Author
Hope you will enjoy this chapter
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See you in the next chapter
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