The hollen series 2 Episode 37 & 38

*THE HOLLEN SERIES 02*
๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆEPISODE 37๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ
๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป
*๐Ÿ‘โ€๐Ÿ—จ PERSONAL as-sISTANT๐Ÿ‘โ€๐Ÿ—จ*
๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป
๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป

Jasmine’s POV

I had a terrible headache for the remainder of
the weekend. I spent days in my be-droom
wra-pped up beneath my covers, concealing
myself from the world. I had zero interest in
speaking to anyone and zero appetite to eat
daily meals.
On Monday, my mother let herself into my
room, determined to get me on my feet.
“Jasmine, plea-se get up and get yourself
together,” she advised.
“Nooo,” my voice broke just like my heart
alre-ady had.
“Jasmine. Your life isn’t over. You hiding in
your room won’t fix your mistakes. What you
nee-d to do is go back to Hollen Tower and
apologize to your boss. If he loves you, or had
any feelings for you, he just might forgive you
and take you back. But you can’t hide here and
expect him to come to you when you’re the one
who walked away. Get up now, Jasmine.”
She literally pu-ll-ed me off the be-d. I had no
choice but to gather myself together.
“What time is it?” I asked her.
“It’s 8:00.”
I showered, styled my hair and got dressed in
one of my work suits.
I drank a cu-p of tea before heading out.
It was exactly 9:00 am when I arrived on
Hollen Tower premises. My heart started
racing as my feet inched closer and closer to
the main entrance. Heading towards the
elevator, I received awful stares and glances
from the other employees on the ground floor.
Their whispering was heard as I strolled on
with my head held high.
I took the elevator up.
I stepped out the elevator and walked up to
the secretary’s desk. She was rather surprised
when she saw me.
“Miss Blackman, I wasn’t aware that you’d be
back,” she began.
“Good morning to you, too.”
“Good morning.”
“I’m here to see Mr. Hollen.”
She nodded and picked up her phone. “plea-se
have a seat in the waiting area. He’s currently
with someone right now,” she said as she
placed the receiver on the hook.
It was relief that he’d still see me. Maybe I
stand a chance of getting back my job, and my
man.
Five other people joined me as I waited. New
faces. I began to feel uncomfortable as I
wondered if they were here as my replacement.
One person stepped out from his office’s
direction. I as-sumed that was the person he
was with before I arrived.
The secretary’s phone rang.
He must be calling for me now.
I adjusted myself.
“Yes sir,” I heard her said in the phone before
hanging up again. I re-adied my feet in front of
me to stand.
“Mr. Charles Barone, Mr. Hollen would see you
now. Right this way plea-se.”
A gentleman sitting next to me stood up and
followed the secretary towards Mr. Hollen’s
office.
Okay, maybe he urgently wanted to see that
gentleman before me. No biggie.
Half an hour later, another person was called
in. Then another. Then another. And another
one after that. I gazed down at my wrist watch.
It was now 11:30 am.
My bu-tt began to ache in the chair and my
stomach rumbled. I stood up and paced the
waiting area slowly. The secretary’s eyes
glancing at me every second.

“He knows I’m here, right?” I asked.
“Yes he does,” she answered.
I sat down again. Fli-pping throu-gh a magazine
to let the time go by. A familiar scent hit my
nostrils. I looked up and saw his figure
walking towards his pri-vate elevator.
“He’s off to lunch,” the secretary said as she
saw the pondering look on my face.
He knew I was here. He knew I was sitting out
here and I requested to see him. He walked
pas-sed me without even acknowledging me.
I guess I deserve that.
I went down to the employees’ cafeteria and
bought myself a light snack and a soft drink.
Hunger had gotten the best of me. My
stomach was roaring way too loudly and I was
certain the secretary had heard.
As I sat back down in the waiting area and
ni-bbled on my snack, he walked pas-sed me
again, going towards his office.
The phone rang. She answered.
“He’ll see you now Miss. Blackman.”
I exhaled a breath I had been holding in for a
long time. I stood up, feeling weak all of a
sudden, like my energy was being su-cked out
of my bยฉdy. I knew it was just my nerves.
I walked towards his office. My eyes fell on
the desk I used to sit behind. No one
occu-pied it just yet.
Thank God.
I knocked and entered his office. He was
typing on his computer and didn’t bother
looking up at me. I stood, since he didn’t offer
me a seat. I remained silent too, waiting for
him to acknowledge my presยฃnce in his office.
He typed. Silence from me. Only the sound of
a pressing keyboard could be heard throu-ghout
the room.
“Evan,” I began. It was clear he wouldn’t start
talking unless I did.
He typed.
“Evan. I’m really sorry for what I did back at
the gala,” I said again, hoping that would get
his attention.
He typed.
“Can you at least look at me?” I asked.
He typed.
My mind was yelling to leave but my heart
was saying to stay. He closed the computer
and, finally, his eyes locked onto me. The
grayness in them was frightening now. The one
thing I adored most about him had become a
factor of fear. He la-id back in his chair, folded
his arms on his che-st, and had an
expressionless look on his face.
“I’m sorry,” I spoke again. My voice c@mยฃ out
patched.
“Why are you here?” His tone of voice carried
annoyance in it.
“I’m here to tell you how sorry I am, and I….” I
paused. I didn’t know how to tell him I wanted
my job back, and how much I wanted him
back in my life too.
“Evan, I made a mistake.”
“A mistake?” he asked and sh0t up from his
seat.
I bec@mยฃ even more nervous.
“A mistake Jasmine?” he repeated.
The only time he repeated himself was when
he couldn’t wra-p his head around something
someone had said.
“You didn’t make a mistake! You made a
choice! There’s a difference between them. You
ought to learn that.”
I swallowed ha-rd .
“I really am surprised that you’re actually here.
What? Things didn’t work out between you and
Pittsburg?”
“I’m… I’m not here to… talk about br@dley,” I
stuttered.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?” he shouted, which
made me leap with greater fear.
I never heard that tone before. I had heard
when he was angry, but this gauge was new.
“I want my job back and I want you back as
well,” I dug de-ep to find the courage in order
to say those words.
Evan laughed, cynically. He shook his head and
went back to his chair.
“Your job position had alre-ady been filled. And
as for me,” he pointed to himself. “I’m
nobยฉdy’s second choice.”
He pu-ll-ed out one of his cabinets and tossed
something over at my feet.
I looked down and saw a bouquet of white
roses.
“I’m done with you. Get out of my office.”
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*THE HOLLEN SERIES 02*
๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆEPISODE 38๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ฆ
๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป
*๐Ÿ‘โ€๐Ÿ—จ PERSONAL as-sISTANT๐Ÿ‘โ€๐Ÿ—จ*
๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป
๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป

Evan’s POV

Emily bec@mยฃ my preacher, Zack was my
thera-pist and EJ acted as a guidance
counselor. All three of them together stยฉpped
me from finding br@dley and tearing him ap@rt
with my ba-re hands.
Seeing Jasmine only channeled my anger
more. I wasn’t expecting to see her back so
soon, but she should consider herself lucky
that I was in a better state of mind.
I had never la-id hands a woman, nor will I ever
even think about doing such a cowardly act,
but I wanted to see her hurt, like the way she
hurt me and embarras-sed me at my gala.
Hopefully, the rose made such statement.
I had been the tยฉpic of gossip since that time,
which was something I tried to avoid or have
at a low.
“Billionaire had his job handed back to him.”
“Billionaire’s as-sistant as-sisted millionaire at
his Gala.”
“Billionaire versus millionaire over an
as-sistant.”
I was tired of hearing it all.
Truth be told, I missed Jasmine and it had
taken every nerve in my bยฉdy to not pu-ll her
into my arms when she c@mยฃ in earlier. I
missed her presยฃnce and her flowery scent.
Her big brown eyes that lit up every time she
saw me. I adored her eyes.
She left the office and an atmosphere behind
her, taunting me and ma-king me crave her. I
wished it was easy to forgive.
Why couldn’t she have broken a wine glas-s or
stepped on someone’s dress or something
along those lines? What hold did he have on
her that I couldn’t give to her?
I threw my coffee cu-p and it smashed against
the wall.
My office door opened.
“Calm down, Evan,” I heard my sister’s voice.
I threw myself in the chair and buried my face
in my hands.
“Are you re-ady to go out looking for the
outfits?” she asked.
We had a p@rty to attend with our parents.
“She was just here,” I told my sister.
She c@mยฃ over and rested a hand on my
shoulder. “What did you say to her?”
“I told her I’m done.”
“Why didn’t you talk to her?”
“What is there to talk about?” I asked, lifting
my head up.
“Can you really blame Jasmine though? She’s
new to this. It’s true, what she did was messed
up and embarras-sing, but she made that rash
decision because of Jessica. She showed me
a picture Jessica posted on Instagram,
indicating that she spent the night before with
you.”
“plea-se don’t make any excuses for Jasmine. I
told her to speak to me before she made any
judgement and/or decision. I told her what
exactly she was getting into and she agreed
and told me she could do that. She just proved
that she’s incapable of having and handling a
relationsh!pwith me, so why bother? One
misun-derstanding and she ran into the arms of
another man and quit her job. I don’t nee-d that
$h!t in my life.”
“I un-derstand.”
“Lets get out of here. I nee-d to clear my head
anyways.”
My sister and I walked out the office. I locked
the door behind me.

Jasmine’s POV

I bur-st throu-gh my ap@rtment door and ran
straight for the couch, throwing myself onto it.
My che-st caved in. It suddenly felt ha-rd to
breathe and my eyes poured down the tears I
couldn’t stยฉp anymore.

“Jas, is that you?” I heard my mother’s voice
coming towards me. I felt her hands patting
my head gently. She raised my head up and
scooted in on the couch, resting my head onto
her l@p. “It’s okay, baby. Let it out. Let it all
out,” she said softly, removing the hair strands
being stuck to my face.
“He doesn’t… He doesn’t want me back
mom…. He said… He said that he’s done…
He said that he’s done with me,” I explained
throu-gh my tears. My voice muffled in her l@p.
“It’s okay, Jas-sy. It’s alright. This isn’t the end
of your life. You have to let go now and move
on. Let go baby. Just let it go. Mommy’s here
for you.”
I cried until I didn’t have the energy to cry
anymore. I felt sick afterwards.
What was I doing to myself?
“Jas-sy, you’re burning up,” Mom said, placing
a hand on my forehead then un-derneath my
chin. “Go have a cold shower and I’ll make you
your favorite soup. Chicken.”
With the last bit of strength I had, I got up and
went towards the bathroom. I re-moved my
clothes and stepped into the shower. I let the
cold water fell over me from my head to my
toes.
My head started aching, and, although I had
cold water running over me, I felt h0t and
uncomfortable.
I stepped out the shower, toweled off and
changed into my PJs with the long sleeves. I
went to the kitchen where Mom had started
my chicken soup.
“Fifteen more minutes,” she said, turning up
the stove burner.
I pu-ll-ed out a stool and sat at the kitchen
island. I felt dizzy so I rested my head down
on the island tยฉp. All these ailments were
coming on to me because I had been beating
myself up since last weekend. I wasn’t eating
properly; matter of fact, I wasn’t eating at all.
“Jas-sy, here.”
I looked up and saw a bowl of steaming h0t
chicken soup in front of me. I placed a
spoonful in my mouth immediately. I was
starving.
“Eat up baby.”
“Why aren’t you at work?” I asked her, my
voice sounding hoarse.
“Day off.”
She left me eating and went on tidying up and
cleaning around the ap@rtment.
I placed my empty bowl in the sink and went
to the medicine cabinet in search of an Advil. I
lie on my be-d, looking at my cellphone. I
texted Evan.
Me: You’ll never speak to me again?
I knew he wasn’t going to message me back. I
had been texting him since last weekend and
all he did was re-ad it.
Me: You have no idea how sorry I am. I really
wish I was in your arms right now. I feel so
sick.
I hoped he would show me sympathy and
compas-sion. After ten minutes, I placed my
phone down on the be-d beside me. It buzzed.
Zenia: Just saw Evan and his twin sister in the
boutique. He said hi to me. Lol.
I heaved a long sigh before falling asleep.
I woke up hearing my mother and sister having
a conversation about me in the living room. I
checked my phone. No new messages. I
looked at the time: 6:30 pm. The fever and
headache had vanished and I felt much better
now. I gave myself a small smile as I rolled
out of be-d and went to join my family in the
living room.
“Ahh, there she is,” Zenia said upon seeing
me.
I sat down on the chair between her and Mom.
Mom was looking at her favorite show, stuffing
her face with a bowl of popcorn. I took a
handful and sยฃnt it down my throat.
“How are you feeling?” Mom asked.
“I’m much better,” I answered.
“You got my message Jas?” Zenia bu-tted in, as
always.
“Yes,” I answered, shortly.
“He and his sister do look alike. They have the
same eyes and same complexion. He’s just
taller than her,” Zenia was going on.
“Zenia, honestly, I’m not interested in talking
about him anymore. I tried to apologize via text
messages and face-to-face but he doesn’t want
anything to do with me. Holding on to him
would do nothing good for me. I’m letting him
go as well. I’m not going to beg him or get
down on my hands and knees for him. I
alre-ady apologized and he doesn’t want to
accept it, so that’s it. He’s done and, hopefully,
by the end of the week, I’ll be done as well,” I
said slowly, and I meant every word.
“That’s my baby,” Mom said as she leaned in
and k!$$ยฃd me on the cheek.
Zenia gave a fake smile.
We sat there and looked at the show, taking
handfuls of our mother’s popcorn.
“I’m going to make more popcorn,” Mom said,
getting off the chair and pausing the show.
Zenia and I gro-an ed.
Then, I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my
stomach and something felt like an eruption. I
got off the couch and made a beeline to the
bathroom. As I got to the toilet bowl, I
vomited everything I’d consumed. My che-st
ached and my throat burned.
“Jas-sy, are you okay?” Zenia asked as she
c@mยฃ over, and held my hair from getting
caught in my up-chuck. “You’re vomiting,” she
said, as if I wasn’t aware of that.
“Yeah. I’ve been sick,” I said, wiping my mouth
with the back of my hand and sitting flat on
my bu-tt. I felt weak again.
Zenia handed me a glas-s of water. I rinsed out
my mouth before she helped me to my feet
and carried me, against her, to my be-droom.
I threw myself down on the be-d and crawled
un-derneath my covers. The headache c@mยฃ
back again, but it was mild this time.
“Jas-sy, can I ask you something?”
“What Zenia?” I snapped at her.
“Is there a possibility that you could be
pregnant?”
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*TO BE CONTINUED*