Amara – Reunion

Author's note: this is from Magda's point of view

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I ended my call with Anna in a good mood. We are going to meet for dinner with Kim and a few more girlfriends and then hit the town.

The only thing that can make this better would be if Drago makes an appearance.

For the last three years, the man is like a ghost. He is present in the business world, and people say they met with him, but I can't even see his shadow.

I thought that persistently sparking rumors about us will get the man out of his hiding so that he confronts me, but the only thing I achieved is that people think I'm in a super-private relationship, and every time I get close to a guy, everyone thinks I'm cheating.

I know very well that he is avoiding me, but giving up on Drago after so much time feels wasteful of the efforts I exerted until now. 

Of course, I tried setting up appointments at the Eclipse, Drago's company, with a pretense that I'm in need of financial advice, but I couldn't see anyone other than low-level advisors. I pulled some strings to get in contact with resources for high-profile clients, however, the stupid secretary refused to schedule me a meeting with Drago no matter how much money I showed on my bank account. How exasperating.

My phone rang and a name showed up on the screen that I didn't expect. Cynthia, a sorry excuse for a woman who hopes to get inside my circle.

The only reason she has my phone number is because she was Drago's classmate, and there was a time when she was spying for me and telling me about what Drago was up to.

Well, I might as well see what she wants.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Magda… Cynthia here."

I rolled my eyes. The caller's ID told me who it is, stupid.

"May I know why you are calling me on a Saturday afternoon?"

"I'm on my way to the Violet Ballad from the Piping Vault.", she said.

Why would I care that she is going from a restaurant to a club? Isn't it early for the Violet Ballad? There is nothing going on before nine o'clock, and it's barely four. Wait… something else doesn't fit.

"You are going to the Violet Ballad? They are not open at this time."

"Ah, I see you got my hint.", she said mysteriously. "We got it booked for a private party. You see, our class from high school had a reunion that started at eleven…"

I was all ears. "Get to the point, Cynthia. Is Drago there?"

"Would I call you if he didn't make an appearance?"

My breath hitched. Drago is there!

I was on my way to the closet to pick an outfit because I'm heading to the Violet Ballad!

"Cynthia, dear…", I said sweetly. "You can get me in, right?"

She let out a long exhale and I lost my patience.

"Fine! Tell me what you want!"

"I'm sorry to inform you that he left."

I couldn't believe this! "What? He left and NOW you are calling me?"

"Well…", she drawled. "We met at school and then we had lunch at the Piping Vault. He left halfway through his meal."

I exhaled forcibly. "So, why are you calling me?"

"I have information."

"What information?"

"Aren't you curious why he left early?"

"Why did he leave?", I asked impatiently. Why is she dragging and not going to the point already?

"A-a-a-a…", she made some funny sounds. "You see, he made us all sign non-disclosure agreements, and telling you anything would potentially put me in trouble."

"Non-disclosure agreements?" I didn't think that he would go that far. "What was so important that he went to such lengths?"

Instead of answering, Cynthia stated her demands. "I want your word that no one will know I'm the one who told you about this, and I want to be invited to the next ten outings you have with your group."

I didn't care about the first part, as for the second... she can be invited, and we will ignore her if she shows up. "Fine."

"Alright…", she said happily. "Sanya was there."

"What!?", I said much louder than intended. "Impossible…"

"It's possible.", Cynthia said smugly. "She strutted into the classroom like she owns the place. You should see her. Her skin is perfect. We all agreed that it must be plastic surgery. And the clothes she was wearing proved that the rumors about the Italian sugar daddy are true…"

I listened to Cynthia's banter and remembered the events from three years ago. Ruby, Adele, and Willow were freaking out over the phone, telling me that the man pulled Sanya into an alley and he went crazy.

No one saw Sanya after that or heard anything about her and I assumed that she is either dead or too ashamed to show her face again.

And now she is back.

Is she here to seek revenge? No. There is no way she will know about my involvement, and those three wenches won't dare to expose me. Or maybe they will if they feel that they don't have any other choice… I will need to cut loose ends.

Cynthia was telling me how Drago took a separate table for him and Sanya and that he ignored everyone else, Sanya left early, and he ran after her.

When Cynthia finished her talk, I was left with one question, "Is he with her now?"

"I'm not sure. She left first, and he was right after her. Neither of them returned and I didn't have a good view of the street.", Cynthia responded.

After all this time, I thought that Drago's infatuation with Sanya will subside, yet he is still doing crazy stuff for her, and she is not appreciating it. Stupid slattern!

"So, what do you think? Was this information worth it?", Cynthia asked.

"You have a deal. I will send you the details where we are meeting tonight for dinner."

I ended the call without waiting for Cynthia to respond.

Sanya is back. Sanya.

My blood boiled at the thought of how Drago always prioritized that girl, like she is something special. And now they are probably together, she is smiling at him while he dances around her like a jester.

I would give anything in the world to have just a fraction of the attention he is giving her.

"AH!", I shouted in anger and flung one crystal figurine at the wall that broke upon the harsh contact.

My whole body trembled in fury, and I got my hands on the table lamp and started bashing it against the wall once, twice, trice…

The door of my room flung open. "Magda? What the fuck?!"

It was Jonathan.

"Get out!", I shouted at him. "This has nothing to do with you!"

"The hell it doesn't! Chill or I will make you!"

I froze under his icy glare. Jonathan looked really angry.

He snorted as his eyes moved over the glass on the carpet. "I hope you have a good story for why you turned into a full psycho."

I lowered my head. What am I supposed to say? That a ghost from the past came to torture me? No, I can't mention Sanya because then John might investigate who she is and connect me with her disappearance from three years ago. But he is glaring at me and waiting for an explanation.

"It's Drago…", I said weakly.

"Drago Orsini?", John asked with disgust. "You are still hooked on him? He doesn't deserve you."

"I can't forget about him, John…", I hoped that my pitiful expression will calm down his anger. "You don't understand. I love him."

Johnathan frowned. "Love? You don't know the meaning of that word."

"Please, instead of admonishing me, how about you help me?"

"And how can I help you?"

I couldn't believe my luck. Is he actually considering it? Maybe I should act pitifully crazy in front of him more often.

"Can you keep an eye on him and let me know about his movements? I know you are watching numerous people for dad… you can add Drago to that list, and no one will know…"

"If I promise to look into it, will you calm down?"

I nodded in agreement.

"Don't do this kind of crazy shit again. If you need help, come to me. I will send you a maid to clean this mess…"

And with that, Johnathan left my room.

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