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Time seemed to blur as I lay there, my mind drifting between the past and the future. The business world's demands would always be there, but moments of solace like this were precious.
And Elizabeth.
As sleep began to claim me, I prepared to surrender to its embrace fully. The promise of a new day and the challenges it would bring could wait.
For now, I embraced the tranquility that only my home could provide.
Reaching for my phone, I sent a message to Allan.
Alexander Hartman
Hey Al, I’ll do the interview. Let Elizabeth know, Wednesday, 7 p.m. I'll send a car to pick her up.
Satisfied with the message, I dropped the phone onto the charger and settled back against the pillows.
My thoughts turned to the upcoming interview with Elizabeth.
I wondered why Elizabeth always seemed so tense whenever I was around. It’s as if there was an invisible barrier, a tension that kept us at arm's length.
I replayed our interactions in my mind, searching for a reason, an explanation for the friction that seemed to exist between us.
I admit I never went out of my way to connect with her, but she never went out of her way to connect to me, either.
As much as I tried to dismiss it, the truth was, it bothered me more than I cared to admit.
I was used to navigating complex business deals, managing teams, and making tough decisions. Yet, the enigma of Elizabeth eluded my understanding.
I closed my eyes, trying to shake off the thoughts that swirled in my mind. The comfort of my bed usually relaxed me, but tonight, my thoughts were relentless.
Her avoidance and dislike for me and the reasons behind it haunted me.
Perhaps it was a misunderstanding, a clash of personalities that had taken root over time. Our worlds were vastly different — boardrooms and power plays defined mine, whereas Elizabeth's was one of creativity and journalism.
However, these differences shouldn’t have led to such deep-lasting conflict and distance.
The sound of a distant clock ticking resonated in the room, each tick marking the passage of time I couldn't escape.
Frustration began to bubble within me, a disappointment that stemmed from my inability to decipher the puzzle of Elizabeth's feelings toward me.
With a sigh, I turned onto my side and stared at the moonlight filtering through the curtains. I couldn't shake the notion thatthere was something more to this friction, a hidden truth that had eluded me.
As much as I wanted to dismiss it as unimportant, it gnawed at my thoughts like an itch that couldn't be scratched.
A sliver of vulnerability crept into my consciousness, a feeling I wasn't accustomed to. Here I was, a billionaire who had navigated the complexities of the business world, struggling to understand the dynamics of a personal relationship.
It was humbling.
As the night wore on, my mind remained a battleground of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The following day would undoubtedly bring challenges, but Elizabeth remained at the forefront of my mind.
With a forced exhale, I knew sleep wouldn't find me easily tonight. The darkness reflected the uncertainty that had taken root within me.
I slipped out of bed and went down the grand staircase leading to the heart of the house.
The living room sprawled before me. Rich, dark wood framed the space, creating an air of sophistication. Plush sofas with elegant throw pillows while ornate rugs covered the floor. Large windows lined one wall, offering a panoramic view of the moonlit gardens.
The kitchen was adjacent to the living room, a culinary haven that spoke of functionality and extravagance, as was expected in a house, a mansion, this size.
My eyes were drawn to the kitchen table where a covered plate awaited. Hilda had prepared and left a sandwich for me.
