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?]

sending it, she waited for quite a while, but

phone, looked at the beautiful new clock on her bedside table, and murmured, “Sweetie, it’s not your fault they can’t appreciate your beauty.

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

age

to them, Eileen Which one do you like?”

it, can I take

I ever miss it?”

I like that clock Eileen

admiration showing on his face, and said,

you’d be willing to give it

front of her, Eileen wiped away her tears and buried those memories deep inside her heart. She had to stop thinking about those who

was off to

the office, she heard her assistant lamenting, “I queued for twenty minutes for this breakfast, you said

for twenty minutes? Worth

eating!” The assistant complained.

bite, I promise.” Eileen

who else could it be

boss arriving, the assistant cried out in tears, “Ophelia!”

assistant’s entire breakfast, stopped at

office!”

down on her office chair, she pulled out a packet of herbal soup, stuck

the soup was unbearably bitter. Ophelia had been having it for four days and she was about to lose her mind.

the air. Without looking at the

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