Christian Larsen

I can't face her now. I can't go near her now. I can't look at her now because she probably thinks I'm an arrogant weasel who was stalking her for preposterous reasons.

"Monsieur Chris, Dinner's ready," said Andre. Andre is French. He's the main chef and the housekeeper.

"I'll be there, thank you. Andre."

After 5 minutes my whole family was waiting for me at the dinner table, except Sadie. Sometimes, I miss her and I just want her here in this house. I want her to stay with us and do all the 'family things' with us. But she decided to move out and she's happy, that's what matters the most. I had this choice too- to move out, but my mother emotionally blackmailed me into staying. But I am looking for an apartment right now and I'll be finally moving out.

"Chris, I think it's time." my dad -Micheal Larsen- said, I choked on my food. I knew this was going to happen, but this soon?

Noah was looking me in the eye, he knew that I wasn't looking forward to this day but he also knew this wasn't his part to say. It's just Sadie and Noah who know the real me.

Noah works too. After his parents died, he's been visiting Lavents' head office. Lavents is his father's very famous and well-respected event management company. When he turned 18, the whole crew pleaded for him to join as the CEO, so he did. He already knew how to run the company, his father used to bring him a lot so he'd already seen enough. Everyone in the company knew him and loved his father, so after he was 18 they asked and he joined the company.

But I've also seen him making time for the mysterious 'A', which is what I want. I want to be able to make time for my loved ones, so they won't feel neglected.

"You should at least visit my office to see how everything works?" Dad said again and I just nodded. Why do I have to work at all? I know the answer myself, I have to work for a living.

After dinner, everyone went to their respective rooms and Noah went home. Noah stays back once in a while because living in a big mansion alone is not easy, and makes him miss his parents even more. He was the only child of his parents, but no one here ever let him feel any deficiency. Love between all four of us is like we always have been living together⎼ me, Noah, Sadie, and Olivia (the youngest of us all). I wanted to call Sadie to tell her everything as soon as I was in my room. I'm stuck here, I want to know what to do. But instead, I placed a canvas on an easel and poured my soul out through the paint. I was so full of emotions that I didn't even bother to hold a brush.

After 45 minutes approximately, I was done. I was still having second thoughts on whether to call Sadie or not. What if she's busy?

I called her. She picked up. She was free, thank god. I told her everything that happened at the dinner, tonight.

She said I eventually would have to go someday, so I could go and visit a few times. Okay, I'll go and visit his office tomorrow.

After I was done talking to Sadie, I sat alone, in my room doing nothing, but just thinking. I drowned in my thoughts for a whole 10 minutes, then I heard my phone ring. Noah called.

He never calls. We just interact with text messages.

~"Chris?"- is all what he said. I could sense the worry in his voice.

~ "Hey man, you there?" 

"Yeah. I'm here."- I said reassuring him.

~ "What are you going to do?"- I can't pretend to not know what he's talking about because I know exactly what he's referring to.

"Visit a few times. Try and engage with everyone in the office. I'll be joining in a few upcoming months." I said without any more doubts this time. I've made my decision and I'll be working on it.

~ "You sure?" he asked again. I don't need this sympathy anymore. Not now, not ever from this day onwards.

"I still need you to do me a favor and meet me tomorrow at Larsen's group, sharp at noon. You know how this works. It's going to be a long ride, got plenty of things to learn from you." I said with a straight, bold voice and hung up.

Later sitting in my room drowning deeper and deeper in my scary thoughts, which I was so sick of, I decided to read a book to bed.

It's been two hours. I checked the time. I've been reading this book for two freaking hours. It's midnight now and I still have no signs of sleep. I think I should go out. I'm going out.

While walking downstairs, Henry Paige-my personal bodyguard-saw me. He's a good guy, always ready to do his job. He's extraordinarily focused every time.

"Is there something you need, Mr Larsen?"

"No, Henry. I'm all good." I said while walking. "I'll drive you, sir," he said while matching my pace and opening the main door for me.

"No need, Henry. Go to sleep. I just need some air." I told him. He was about to say something when I cut him and said-"Alone." He nodded but stood there, while I drove off.

I don't know where I'm going. I just know that I'm driving. I needed some fresh air and I needed to be able to get a hold of my own life. Now that I'm in a car, driving, holding the steering wheel, pushing the car pedals, I can do whatever I want. I have full control of my life now at least for a while.

I was driving pretty fast when everything slowed down all of a sudden and suddenly I was breathing pretty fast. I saw something, or to be more clear- someone. I saw someone.

Deep dark brown hair carried in a ponytail, with headphones on. Black-colored hoodie fastened on her torso with grey sweatpants on. She had white sneakers on and was jogging.

It was, Jo-Josette? Josette Marshall?

What is she-? Why is she here? I slowed down my speed immediately. I wanted to stop and ask her 'What the hell is she doing-jogging, at this hour'? It isn't safe for her to be here on the streets all alone at midnight.

But then I remember what happened this morning. She saw me lurking and staring at her. I couldn't gain the courage to face her and I couldn't just leave her alone. So, I drove as fast as I could, I mean I couldn't have just reversed the car, she would've known I was following her. She would've freaked out. So, I drove as fast as I could to come back to the same street on time, but by the time I came, she was gone. She had disappeared. No! This isn't a good sign.

She could've taken another street or she could've run into some weird guys. There are so many possibilities.

I was constantly searching for her in almost all the streets in a few miles. When I turned left down the street-block B- I saw her going inside a house. Must be hers. But what if she's here to meet someone? So, I waited for 15 minutes to double-check if the house was hers or not. Turns out it was hers and well, now I know where she lives. Never thought this day would come but who knew this one day could be full of this many ups and downs?

Now that she was home, I drove to my place. It's one hour drive away and well I always go there. This place brings me peace and makes me feel alive. There is a big blue lake where I swim sometimes but not tonight, with so many mama and baby birds. I think this place is their breeding spot, I don't know. You won't even need to put on music here because all the birds chirping together feel like heaven. Music is nothing compared to nature singing, right?

I couldn't keep track of time, again, and it dawned. I don't think I want to but I have to get back. It's going to be a big day today. I'm going to Larsen's Group.