My contract love story

Ashleigh grumbled as she climbed the stairs. It seemed everyone was picking on her today, constantly bringing up Adrian. Why did they hold this perception of their relationship? They were hardly affectionate or a love couple. Perhaps her behavior unintentionally portrayed otherwise. But Adrian, the constant subject of their whispers, hadn’t even bothered to address the events of the previous week. Pushing those thoughts aside, Ashleigh focused on getting ready for the night’s festivities.

By 7 pm, everyone had gathered in the event hall. Mr. Atkinson and Susan had opted for a simple yet elegant design. Beach-themed decorations were strategically placed, adding a touch of whimsy. The stage was more elaborately decorated this time.

A “Congratulations!” banner flanked by streamers adorned the background. An upgraded karaoke machine boasted various microphones, and additional games promised to spice up the evening. The entrance table, overflowing with culinary delights, showcased Chef Larry’s talents. Sliders, miniature food displays, colorful drinks, grilled meats and fish, sushi rolls, caviar, and a cheese spread on a serving board were just a few of the offerings.

Chef Larry and his assistants, looking dapper in shorts and beach shirts, manned the station, serving everyone with smiles. Susan, sporting a relaxed demeanor and two ponytails, chatted with guests while clad in a gown. The other staff members, clad in casual attire, mingled about. Even Mr. Atkinson, after some playful coercion, had joined the casual dress code.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

After grabbing their meals, everyone settled into their assigned chairs. Susan, microphone in hand, took center stage.

“Good evening everyone, and welcome to the second edition of the Cagliari mansion karaoke night!” she boomed, her voice momentarily drowned out by a wave of cheers and excited chatter. Once the noise subsided, she continued, “You all probably thought the first one was a one-time thing, but guess again! We’re here tonight not just for our esteemed Madame, but for the big boss himself!”

The announcement sent a ripple of surprise and excitement through the crowd. Mr. Cagliari, known for his strict demeanor and insistence on decorum, allowing something so informal? It was a shock to their system.

“Why are we gathered here tonight?” Susan posed dramatically, placing her hands on her chin in mock contemplation. The audience, accustomed to her calm demeanor, erupted in laughter.

“Well, it’s no secret,” she continued, a playful smile spreading across her face, “but I’ll say it again for good measure! Our very own Madame, Mrs. Cagliari, has become a college student!”

A thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd, followed by whistles and excited chatter.

“And to celebrate her incredible achievement,” Susan announced, “we’re throwing this party in her honor before she departs in just a few days!”

As if on cue, Ashleigh entered the brightly lit hall. Her gaze darted past the cheering crowd, searching for a specific face that was noticeably absent. A smile flickered across her lips as she spotted Susan gesturing towards her.

“Without further ado,” Susan declared, her voice booming, “let’s give a warm welcome to our beloved Mrs. Ashleigh Cagliari!”

The spotlight instantly snapped on, bathing Ashleigh in an unexpected glare. She instinctively raised a hand to shield her eyes. Susan, sensing her discomfort, signaled to the technician, who quickly dimmed the spotlight.

Ashleigh lowered her hand and surveyed the room, a wave of warmth washing over her as she saw everyone standing and cheering.

Chef Larry, who had discreetly approached her side, leaned in and whispered, “You look absolutely radiant, Mrs. Cagliari. Congratulations.”

Ashleigh offered a distracted nod, her eyes scanning the room once more for any sign of Adrian. Disappointment tugged at her heart. He had promised to be there by 7 pm sharp. Pushing aside the negativity, she reminded herself that the night was still young.

“May I escort you to your seat, Mrs. Cagliari?” Chef Larry asked, extending a hand with a gentle smile.

Taking a deep breath to compose herself, Ashleigh returned the smile. “Yes, of course,” she replied, placing her hand in his.

As they walked through the crowd, Ashleigh greeted everyone warmly. Upon reaching the front, she noticed a reserved seating area set apart from the main group, presumably for Adrian’s arrival. She settled into her seat and with a gracious smile, gestured for everyone to be seated.

“Once again, congratulations, Mrs. Cagliari,” Susan said, her voice filled with admiration. “You look stunning tonight.”

Ashleigh offered a grateful smile. “Thank you, Susan. I truly appreciate this.”

“We’d love to hear a few words from you before we begin the festivities,” Susan continued, stepping back and handing the microphone to Ashleigh.

Standing up to address the crowd, Ashleigh cleared her throat. “Good evening everyone. It’s wonderful to see all of you here tonight. You all look fantastic! Thank you so much for celebrating this milestone with me. You’ve all been incredibly supportive throughout my journey, even during my illness. Your kindness means the world to me. While I can’t express my gratitude enough, I hope this little gathering shows my appreciation. Now, let’s relax and enjoy yourselves! The night is young!”

Her words were met with enthusiastic applause, and the cheering crowd raised their glasses in a toast. As the music filled the air, Ashleigh scanned the room once more, a sliver of hope lingering that Adrian might still make an appearance.

After the initial speeches, the festivities kicked into high gear. Everyone eagerly joined in the games and revelry, while Chef Larry ensured Ashleigh’s meal was served promptly. She watched with amusement as the staff members, usually so reserved, loosened up and embraced the playful atmosphere.

The highlight was a raffle draw featuring a dazzling array of gifts Mrs. Cagliari had personally selected. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as Mr. Atkinson wheeled in a cart overflowing with prizes designer bags and shoes, trendy clothes, sparkling jewelry, and even household appliances. But the real showstoppers were the high-value gifts: shopping vouchers worth thousands of dollars, laptops, phones, and a top-of-the-line computer.

The winner of the computer, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes framed by wrinkles and a crown of silver hair, approached Ashleigh with tears welling up. This was Mrs. Hernandez, a member of the gardening staff. Ashleigh initially harbored reservations about an elderly woman doing such strenuous work. However, Mr. Atkinson explained Mrs. Hernandez’s situation she was the sole caregiver for her grandchildren after their parents tragically passed away. Learning this, Ashleigh had increased her salary and reduced her workload.

“I don’t know how to thank you, Mrs. Cagliari,” Mrs. Hernandez choked out, her voice thick with emotion. “You’ve truly been an angel. My eldest grandchild desperately wanted a computer for school, something I couldn’t afford with all his siblings to look after. This will make him so happy! Thank you, Madam, from the bottom of my heart.”

Ashleigh reached out and squeezed Mrs. Hernandez’s hand gently, wiping away a stray tear. “It’s my pleasure,” she said sincerely. Similar scenes played out throughout the evening as other staff members, overwhelmed by Ashleigh’s generosity, expressed their heartfelt gratitude. These weren’t just expensive items; they were tokens of appreciation for the family Ashleigh had created in this short time.

As the night wore on, the excitement shifted to karaoke. Yet, Adrian remained conspicuously absent. Ashleigh couldn’t deny the gnawing disappointment. Despite knowing his aversion to such events, she’d held onto a sliver of hope that he’d make an effort for her. Here she was, foolishly clinging to a hope that perhaps he held her in higher regard than his absence suggested. The staff members began to pick up on her subdued mood. Whispers, barely audible, rippled through the younger crowd.

“She put on a whole show trying to be a lovey-dovey couple with the boss, and he just blows her off again,” one voice sniped, laced with a touch of malice. “Serves her right for thinking a high and mighty guy like him would ever care about her.”

A chorus of snickers followed, their eyes flitting towards Ashleigh, oblivious on the other side of the room.

Susan, never one to tolerate disrespect towards Ashleigh, caught their exchange with a withering glare. These were the newer recruits, much younger than the rest and hired at Ashleigh’s insistence over Mr. Atkinson’s concerns about a lack of experience. Their youthful energy was supposed to invigorate the team, but so far, it had only manifested in petty gossip behind Ashleigh’s back. Susan normally turned a blind eye, attributing it to Ashleigh’s recent health struggles. But this time, their malicious whispers crossed a line.

With a firm rap of her knuckles on the table, Susan silenced their chatter. Towering over the young women, she strode purposefully towards the microphone, her expression a storm cloud.