A/N: I should stop publishing new stories when I'm already working on so many. I tried to fight this idea, but it was being to hard to resist. I ended up writing it. In this first chapter two of the principal characters will be presented; in the next chapter you'll meet the other two. I hope everyone enjoys it.
I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. English isn't my first language.
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A Twist In My Story
Chapter One - Unexpected Mornings
Feeling the morning sunshine touching her sleeping body, Gail Kim, slowly, rolled over the light-blue sheets to feel the warm beams in her face. Her lips draw a smile. It was difficult to remember the last time she had a peaceful morning, dispossessed of stress, in the course of a working day. This was a moment to cherish.
"Working day?" the words appeared out of nowhere in her clouded mind. The Asian woman opened her eyelids and promptly the blessing light became a curse.
With her vision blurred and tangled in the sheets, the Korean descendant was able to sit upright on the mattress.
Taking at look at the alarm-clock placed on top of the bedside table, Gail realized she had overslept in a Friday. If she didn't want to reach her workplace late - well, later than she would already arrive at it -, she needed to hurry up.
The beautiful woman rose up from the bed in seconds and then walked, barefoot, to the chest of drawers. Due to her tardy awakening, she didn't have time for a quickly shower.
Gail opened the second drawer when she reached the mobile - the drawer that her boyfriend kindly vacated to give to her to guard some of her clothes at his place - and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans and a white tank top.
- Good morning. - A male's voice echoed through the small bedroom; a male's voice that she recognized very well.
Taking a glance over her shoulder at her one-year and half boyfriend - who was in his workout clothes -, Gail saw him leaned against the door-frame, with his arms folded. His chocolate eyes were observing her.
- Why did you let me to sleep until so late? - she grumbled. Her morning didn't have a bright beginning - literally, it had. Everything had been wonderful until the moment she understood it wasn't weekend and her job was waiting for her.
- Didn't the alarm-clock ring? - the man asked surprised. He swore on his life that he set up the alarm-clock to rouse Gail at eight o'clock before leaving for his morning run.
- No, it didn't Evan - Gail answered back, putting into her voice an acid tone. She wasn't happy with most recent events and her foul mood was an indication of it. Even so, the Missouri native shouldn't be the target of her despicable behavior.
Knowing Gail as he did, Evan stayed in silence. The Asian wasn't the kind of woman who should have a bad wake-up; like she told him when they first met, if her dawn was a complete disaster, her sour mood would prevail until the night fell and hardly people would stand her.
Putting on her black pumps, the Korean beauty walked to the bedroom's wooden door. When the dark-haired woman reached the door, she stopped her fast steps and glanced at Evan. Her lips connected with his in quickly kiss.
- I'm sorry. Good morning. - Without adding another word or gesture, Gail passed by him. She had somewhere to be and she couldn't lose any time. Being an unemployed woman didn't make part of plans.
Evan Bourne lived in a typical single man apartment: in less than one minute it was possible to visit every single division - especially when the living room and kitchen shared the same space.
However, the divisions were more ordered than Gail was expecting when Evan invited her to come in his apartment by the first time - it had already spent more than a year since the occasion. The apartment still had some flaws - signs that it was inhabited by a man -, but the Canada born was able to ignore them - apart from the sport items spread all over the place; usually it made her lose her temper.
Picking up from the armchair her handbag along with her jacket, Gail Kim was prepared to leave her boyfriend's place. Nevertheless, she was stopped by Evan's voice before making her way out of the single man's apartment.
- Aren't you going to take breakfast?
- I'll eat something in my way. I don't desire to be later to work than I already am - she responded with a beam. Evan was a loving and caring boyfriend; he was one in a million - it wasn't uncomplicated to find a man as Evan Bourne.
- If I can't offer you breakfast, do you want to go dinner tonight?
Gail froze at the main entrance with her hand placed on the metal doorknob. Unfortunately, she had to decline Evan's invitation as much as she preferred to accept it. Spending her evening with her boyfriend was more pleasing than the current plans she had.
- I can't, I have to meet my parents. - She twisted her slim body to gaze at him. A conversation about her progenitors was frequently an apprehensive talk. - They prepared a fancy family dinner for tonight. - "which I don't want to attend," she added mentally.
After one year and half of dating, it was to believe that her parents knew about her bond with Evan. Nonetheless, the Korean born couple didn't have knowledge of their daughter's love life. For them, the raven-haired female was a single woman, free as a bird.
The dilemma weren't Gail's feelings towards Evan - she loved him with all her heart -; the dilemma was her parents. The older couple would never accept the man she was in love with - the daughter was sure they would disinherit her if they learned about Evan.
Living in past traditions, Mr. and Mrs. Kim required their middle child to find a man who shared a similar bloodline - Korean parents or grandparents - and connoisseur of his ethnicity. Evan Bourne would never be that man in her parents' eyes.
Gail struggled once or twice to reveal her boyfriend to her strict parents. However, one of those times failed miserably when she found herself trapped in a dinner with a man they expected to become her husband.
From that moment forward, she came to conclusion that her connection with Evan would be a secret from her parents; her boyfriend would be her dirty little secret from the people who raised her.
- I call you when it's over - Gail vowed prior to her departure. Perhaps, when her torment came to an end, she and Evan could meet somewhere and the night wouldn't be completely ruined.
The last sign the brown-haired man had from his girlfriend was the audible slam of the door. Evan stood behind and wondered if the woman's parents would ever give him a chance.
Running by the stairs, Gail stepped outside the building. She felt thankful for not tripping in her black pumps. The brilliant sun in the sky told her one more time that she needed to speed up or unwanted news would be waiting for the thirty years old woman when she found herself at her place of work.
Of course, it wouldn't be unwanted news for her to write for the Daily Sun, a small newspaper located in New York; it would be undesired news to her professional life.
Hardworking. Perfectionist. Flawless. Unbearable. Devious. Vicious. Those six adjectives were used to describe Maryse Ouellet by her coworkers - the last three only came out of their mouths when she wasn't around to listen to them; if the French-Canadian ever listened to them, hell would break loose.
The gorgeous platinum blonde stepped into her private office. The twenty-seven years old woman had been working with Managing Stars for two years and half. In short order, she emerged as one of the most successful employees - winning promotion after promotion - of the Public Relations Company, based in the city of New York.
All the success she achieved wasn't only due to her ruthless ways - Maryse didn't care about whom she had to step on to get what she wanted - or her appearance. Under the wickedness and elegant body, there was an intelligent woman with a lot to offer.
On top of the desk, the Montreal native placed her new Louis Vuitton handbag. Always following the new trends and falling in love with expensive and luxurious brands, Maryse was thankful for her five figure monthly salary.
Taking a seat on her leather chair, she spun it and was welcomed by the view of the Hudson River far away. Living in Manhattan and to be successful was a dream - and she was living it.
It was clear as crystal that the French-Canadian woman had it all. There was nothing more she could wish for.
A knock on the door brought her back to Earth. Spinning her chair, Maryse made sure everything looked perfect before she told whoever was outside to step into her office.
- Come in - she spoke loud and clear. From the other side, appeared Rosa Mendes, who opened the door slowly and carefully for not being certain if Maryse was in a sour mood or not. - What do you wish?
- Mr. McMahon would like to speak with you - the Latina secretary announced. - He's in his office waiting for you.
Maryse wondered what Shane could want to speak with her. She was dealing with a new client - she was simply waiting for his a confirmation word to announce that he was being represented by Managing Starts. Perhaps it already arrived at his ears her new success and he wanted to assign her another client. Her lips coiled into a smirk.
Rising up from the comfortable chair, the French-Canadian strolled out her office. Followed by Rosa, the two females made their way through the floor until the room where the platinum blonde was being expected.
As soon as Maryse sauntered into the chief's office, she was caught off guard by the presence of a third person. Throughout her working years, she never had a meeting with another coworker; it had always been her and the company's director - occasionally a new client took over the second chair.
Fleetly, all the eyes swerved in her direction. She sensed the meeting was going to be more interesting than she originally thought.
- Maryse, it's nice to have you with us - Shane McMahon spoke and invited her to sit on the other chair with a gesture. Pulling out a fake smile, the platinum blonde did what he solicited.
She sent a throwaway glance at the man sitting at her side, Ted DiBiase. He was a top adversary in the company with whom she rarely shared the same physic space. The floor was enormous; they didn't have the necessity of breathing the same air.
- Can you share the news at last? - Ted queried as puzzled as the platinum blonde. She wasn't the only feeling flabbergasted with the situation.
It had already spent several minutes since the Louisiana native walked into Shane's domains. When he questioned the older man about the subject that he wished to discuss, Shane informed him that one person was still missing and when he - or she - arrived he would go straight to the point. Ted presupposed they were waiting for a new client, but at the end, it was simply the arrogant French-Canadian.
- What is this about? - the platinum queried. At least, the competition - as know as Ted DiBiase - hadn't been informed beforehand. He was clueless as she was.
- Byron Jansen is in Los Angeles this weekend. I made a few phone calls and he agreed meeting with us - he explained to his employees. - He has a lot of potential which means that I was him to be touted by us.
- Why are we both here? - Everything was getting clearer, but Ted needed to listen to it from the Managing Stars creator.
- This is my only opportunity to get him and I won't lose it. To be sure mistakes won't be committed, I decided to send both of you to meet Mr. Jansen - Shane finally announced. Both Maryse and Ted's jaw dropped. By his facial expression, the director was being dead serious about it. - I want you to flight tomorrow morning to Los Angeles.
Not once Maryse had to work with a partner. To confess the idea wasn't enjoyable. She preferred to work on her own. Thought the years, the blonde beauty learned to only count on herself; she was better off alone than accompanied.
Recovering from the shocking information, Maryse let Shane, and Ted, to know about her objection: - I would rather work alone. I'm convinced that I can bring Mr. Jansen to Managing Stars by myself.
- As I'm convinced that I can do the same. - A killer glance was sent in Ted's direction following his exclamation. If the eyes could kill, he would be lying on the floor breathless.
- Maryse, it's your opportunity to work with someone else and to show me you can still make an amazing job. - Shane's eyes travelled from the woman to the southerner. - Ted, our future client has demanding tastes, if you know what I mean. Be sure you get him the best. Don't worry with the expenses.
The platinum blonde's jaw dropped one more time. She wasn't an innocent angel - an insinuating smile and a generous neckline had convinced a certain number of men to join the RP firm. However, listening to Shane ordering Ted to find "fine ladies" to this man was repulsive.
Prior having another opportunity to share a piece of her mind, Maryse found herself and Ted being dispatched from the office by Shane. The two made the short trek to the outside of the room in silence.
Like Maryse, the Louisiana born wasn't happy with the circumstances. Of course, while the HBIC was disturbed for losing her power and influence - for having to share her triumph with another person -, he was obsessed for working with her - from all the people that worked in the floor, he was stuck with her.
Stopping walking, Maryse twisted her silver high heels to gaze at Ted. With a stern glance, she pointed her finger at him. Her manicured nail touched his chest aggressively - due to her rage she unnoticed the defined muscles under the shirt.
- If you ruin this…- he cut her off before she went further with her nonsense. Did this woman think someone would be content for being stuck with her? Her cruel ways were well known and he wasn't fond of them.
- I'm not happier than you are with the circumstances. Working with you, has never been a wish. - Maryse tried to interrupt him. Nevertheless the man didn't allow her to speak another word until his departure. - If you don't ruin this for me, I won't ruin this for you too. So, let's try to be civilized and to win the client or we will be fired.
Left behind, she watched her nemesis strolling away from Shane's office's door - strolling away from her and her ferocious temperament.
Ted DiBiase wasn't going to shatter everything she built; he wouldn't jeopardize her career. Maryse Ouellet had worked very hard to be where she was. No one would take it from her.