Conflicts

After two months of working for the three clients, Brianna found out that Arlo had Rosalind as his second client. She never wanted that because she had already fallen in love with Arlo; she wanted to have him all to herself. Which brought misunderstandings between them and threats.

As Arlo dressed up and was about to leave Brianna's house, she refused, demanding he cut everything he had with Rosalind. Arlo frowned; he wasn't doing anything for pleasure. He is dead serious about business. "You dare not open that door," Brianna commanded.

Arlo's shoe echoed in the room as he took two steps backwards: "I am not here for you; I am not here for pleasure; I am here for business. This isn't the first, nor is it the second or third time we are having this conversation. You have only two days in a week, while the others also have two days each. The highest bidder has three days, and nothing can be done about it. I will appreciate it if you accept it and save yourself the time and peace of mind," Arlo firmly said without thinking about the outcome of his words. Fear is nothing when it comes to business. He turned to leave. Brianna stood up with force and called him back. "I said you should take your seat, or you will regret ever messing with me. This is not an open option; you have to take it or take the risk." She threatened, trying to infuse fear into Arlo.

Arlo turned towards her and said, "This isn't why I am here. You can't command me around like a robot," he fumed and turned to leave, but the sound of a slap from Brianna changed his focus and made him pause.

"You are going nowhere, son of a bitch! One more step further, you will kiss your job goodbye." Brianna raised her voice, sounding like she was ready to take the life of an angry lion.

Arlo smiled; she was shocked. She thought he would retaliate, but he knew better than that. "You, your job, and your stupidity have no place in my life anymore." He stepped further, pointing his finger directly at her face, without fear of what Brianna's next action could be. "I don't want to kiss the job goodbye. I want to kiss your obsession and toxicity goodbye. I bet anyone would tolerate all this shit in the name of a job. You should better get yourself a baby boy you can command around without any confrontation. Goodbye, Mrs. Job Giver." Arlo said that and turned to leave.

Brianna froze; she couldn't say anything. Her face speaks volumes about how angry she was, but also how helpless she was. She really loved Arlo, but he felt nothing for her because he was married. Brianna never knew about it, and he kept his personal life private.

Tears dropped from Brianna's eyes. She slowly went down and sat on the floor. She has lost the only person who helped her fulfil her desired fantasies. The only person who made her feel alive.

"If I can't have you, no one will. You are mine, and I am coming for anybody that tries to cross my path." She said it angrily with red eyes.

As Arlo got home, he met his wife on the floor, struggling to stand her ground. She was in labor. "I am dying! Someone help!!" Peggy pleaded for help.

Arlo swiftly rushed and took her to the hospital. "Don't leave me, please! Come with me!!" Peggy screamed at Arlo as the nurses rolled her into the ward. Arlo wasn't allowed to go in with her, as she demanded. It's going to be a long process because she will be delivering through surgery.

After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor majestically stepped out of the ward. Arlo, who had been pacing around the hospital for hours, ran to him. "How is my wife?" He questioned; his face was evident of tension. His heart beats faster than a moving train.

The doctor smiled, and Arlo's mind calmed a little. "Well, your wife is alright. She only needs proper rest and psychological support." The doctor said he was trying to continue, but Arlo didn't let him.

"Why? What happened to her? Can I see my wife and child now?" Arlo's heart rose again, panting like a runner who needs a booster. The doctor held his shoulder.

"Mr. Gunderson, you have to be calm, please. The pregnancy was too complicated, and we tried our best to save the child. We lost your baby," the doctor said. Arlo, with shock pulled the doctor's hand on his shoulder out.

"Where is my wife? Talk to me now. I want to see her now." Arlo's face changed, and he forcefully grabbed the doctor by the neck. The doctor struggled to release himself from Arlo's strong hold.

Arlo, at that point, was devastated, angry, and disappointed. After going through humiliation and frustration just to be told that his child didn't survive, He sat down on the floor; his phone beeped and started ringing. He bothered less, and his heart was filled with pain. He couldn't say anything again; he only sat on the floor, looking outside like he was expecting someone.

After Peggy was discharged from the hospital, none of her family came to visit her. They were only contacting them through the phone. Arlo, on the other hand, had taken a week off work so that he could properly take good care of his wife.

Peggy started misbehaving, giving Arlo a tough time. The cool breeze of the fallen sun helped Arlo focus on the things he was thinking, until Peggy interrupted the moment.

She tapped Arlo from the back. "You can't be staying here all day. Whatever happened has happened, you have to get back to work." Peggy pressured Arlo, who didn't want to go back to his job.

He smiled, slowly looking up to see Peggy's face. "You have frustrated me enough. I can't go back to that job. It's time I looked for a proper job. I already applied for one, which I will be going to for the interview tomorrow." Arlo said to Peggy.

She fumed; her facial expression spoke volumes of war. "You dare not try that; you have to make sure you do that job. Else," she threatened and left.