Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen

Chapter 32

The moment Eileen got home, she whipped out a pyramid clock worth 300 bucks. She plonked it on her bedside table

Staring at the clock in awe, she snapped a photo and fired it off to Ophelia in the wee hours of the morning

Ophelia was in deep sleep when the sound of a Whatsapp notification jolted her awake. It was a common trait among agents – they were hyper–sensitive to the sound of phone calls, texts, and social media notifications. No matter how sleepy, they instantly woke up to those sounds

Just as Ophelia was thinking there might be an issue with one of her artists, she realized the flurry of messages were all from Eileen

Ophelia snapped awake She might not freak out over anyone else’s messages, but if it was Eileen’s

Ophelia felt a jolt of anxiety, cautiously opened up Whatsapp, and a minute later, she was staring at seventeen clock photos and the final message from Eileen saying. [Pretty, isn’t it? My whole room lights up with this clock!] Ophelia was left in deep thought.

After a full three minutes of silence, Ophelia tentatively replied with a question mark, followed by. [Did you send it to the wrong person?

The reply came quickly. [No, Ophelia, it’s for you. Do you like it?]

Ophelia glanced at the time in the top right corner of her phone screen, 3:30 am

Confused, Ophelia asked. [Do you know what time it is?]

Eileen replied. [Of course, it’s half past three in the morning. But I just landed, I’m not adjusted to the timezone, not sleepy]

Ophelia protested, [But I’m sleepy‘]

Eileen changed the subject. [Ophelia, you haven’t answered my question. Do you like it?]

Inhaling deeply. Ophelia didn’t reply, she simply blocked Eileen and went back to sleep. With no reply from Ophelia, Eileen sent another message, [Ophelia, are you there?]

for quite a while, but there

the beautiful new clock on her bedside table, and murmured, “Sweetie, it’s not your fault they can’t appreciate your beauty. It’s okay, as long as I get it. I

thing for clocks, an interest not of her own, but a legacy of her childhood Back then, her father was still around.

family at the age of ten

to them, Eileen Which one do you like?” Her father

it, can I take it?

daughter. How could I ever

like that clock Eileen

her memory looked at the largest owl clock on the shelf, a smile of admiration showing on his face, and said, “You have

be willing to give it

her tears and buried those memories deep inside her heart. She had to stop thinking

was off to

“I queued for twenty minutes for this breakfast, you

for twenty minutes? Worth

eating!” The assistant

bite, I promise.” Eileen said

who else could

a stern face. Seeing the boss arriving, the assistant

who was about to devour the assistant’s entire breakfast, stopped at the sight of Ophelia’s angry face and

in my office!” Ophelia said angrily.

office chair, she pulled out a packet of herbal soup, stuck a straw in it, and

the soup was unbearably bitter. Ophelia had been having it for four days

of the soup in the air. Without looking at the prescription, she

at her, “I don’t believe you know anything