Private Finished Family Secrets

It was a little before nine-thirty when Zoraida had finally finished reading, signing and initializing the last document. She then looked at the clock when it chimed softly in the corner and realized, in surprise, what time it actually was... More than five hours had gone by and she had only meant to spare an hour looking over work-related things.

Shaking her head in quiet disbelief at how time had just slipped by that afternoon, Zora let out a tired sigh and got up off the couch, taking the documents with her and placing them in a folder to send back to the office in the morning. So much for taking it easy, she thought wryly as she closed up the folder and put a note on it for her grandfather.

"I really need something to eat, or drink," she murmured to herself as she thought about getting dinner and whether or not she should bother Felen. She had told her assistant he could take the day or two off if he wanted to since she had planned to stay home all weekend, recuperate from all the craziness going on, and just spend some quality time with her son.


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As Zora placed the files on her desk, she noticed the post-it type note that Felen had left on another pile of work. Picking her assistant's message up, Zora stood a few minutes just staring at the note sort of surprised. Felen had gone out - something which caused mixed emotions in her.

On the one hand, Zora was happy that he had actually taken some time off to himself. Since part of her still had a hard time believing that he enjoyed being there for her 24/7. A fact that naturally led to feelings of guilt because she hated to disturb him just because she wanted dinner company ... she was, after all, fully capable of dining alone.

However, as she stood there undecided, she realised that there was a third emotion in play... Zora kinda missed having Felen around. Ever since Broen had passed away, he had sort of become her rock, somebody she could count on. He had even helped her begin to move on, and deal with her grief when she had been drowning in sorrow and guilt.

And so, after a few minutes of mentally trying to justify her intrusion on his day off, Zoraida finally picked up her cell phone while making sure the closet was dark and she sent him a short text. "Have you already eaten? I was thinking of order in."

Zoraida clicked on the message as soon as she received it, and smiled when she read it. She had kinda been hoping Felen hadn't eaten yet, and his offer to pick up something to eat was quite welcome.

Texting him back moments later with a, "Thank you that'd be great. " Zora then added, "Whatever you feel like. I could easily go for Chinese, Italian or Greek."

And with that, she went to the kitchen to grab some plates, cutlery, wine glasses and some wine and a bottle of water to set out in the living room where they could eat comfortably together.

Zora opened the closet as soon as Felen arrived and let him into the house. The delicious smell of Italian food immdiately filled the living room and made Zora realise just how hungry she actually was.

"Thank you for joining me for a bite to eat, and for picking up dinner," she said as she gestured for Felen to join her in the living room where she had everything set out for them to eat. There was even dessert. She had remembered that she had ordered a tiramisu cake along with some bagels, muffins and homemade bread that week.

"I set everything out for us," she told him. "Did you maybe want some wine to drink, or do you prefer something else?" she offered as she opened the bottle of merlot.

Zora visibly coloured at Felen's question. She had actually been working, even though she had assured him earlier that she was just going to take it easy today.

"I just finished," she admitted somewhat sheepishly as she poured Felen a generous glass of red wine and handed it to him before she poured herself a glass and sat down to eat.

"I meant to only put in an hour, but, well, five went by..." she explained as she pulled back the foil on her eggplant parmigiana and garlic bread. God, it looked delicious, she thought as she grabbed a fork and knife.

"How about you? Did I interrupt anything?" she asked curiously as she cut into her food.