Our journey back to America was a smooth one. It was quite chilly that morning as we were slowly approaching the winter season. I woke up shivering from the cold, and even after bathing in warm water, it didn't change anything. I knew I was going to freeze because I didn't bring sweaters, coats, or any winter suit with me. I had to improvise by wearing three shirts at a time but I hope no one noticed.Stepping out of the room with my traveling bag by my side I stood by the door and took a final glance at the room. I was surely going to miss it because it had somehow become a part of my life during my few day's stay in California. There was not much difference between the hotel room and my room in Adrian's house in America.I ran my eyes from the cozy bed to the marble floor and the smooth walls. I took a deep breath savoring the soothing scent of the air fresheners and flowers for the last time. Maybe not the last but I never could tell.I shut the door slowly wishing whoever was the
Once seated inside, I feigned a stiff face, trying to avoid Adrian's inquisitive eyes. I knew he was going to ask about it, so why save him the stress by telling him voluntarily? The car was soon in motion, increasing its speed gradually. I could still feel his fiery gaze fixed on me; it soon became overwhelming.I tried ignoring him, trying to divert my attention, and thought to focus on something more demanding, what Kira had just told me at the hotel a couple of minutes ago. But just when I was about to dive into my thinking realm Adrian spoke up, his voice snapping out of it all.“Do I need to ask you what you were doing with that lady before you tell me?”I didn't say a word, not even a strand of hair on my body moved in response to his question. I had to buy myself some time to figure out what I was going to tell him because of course, I never had the intention of telling him the truth.“Am I talking to a stick?” He roared again this time with a wave of annoyance in his voice.“
“Don't pick up the call”. My subconscious mind whispered.Is that going to work? Ignoring Samuel's calls is an indirect way of fueling his anger and I am not ready to incur his wrath. I didn't also want to give him the impression that I knew what he wanted to say and I was guilty of it. Adrian was still wearing the same creepy face. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that he had a hand in this; his expression told it all. Now, it dawned on me what he meant when he said, “We will see about that.” Is that how badly he wanted to hear what transpired between me and Kira? He had to involve Samuel.I bit my lower lips lightly as a wave of regret washed through me. I knew telling him to his face that I didn't want to tell him about it was a bad idea. Maybe I would have just lied or fabricated some stories to satisfy his curiosity. Now Samuel was in the picture, making it more complicated.I felt a familiar sense of homeliness then I realized our jet was slowly reaching the ground. I had
I inhaled and exhaled, but I didn't get the result I needed, so I inhaled and exhaled again. Turning around I saw Marcus standing far off with Adrian by his side. He was looking in my direction while Adrian was just staring into the space. He gestured to me to come back and I started walking briskly. Each step made me hate what I was doing more. When I was a few inches away from them, I stopped abruptly hoping he would just say whatever he wanted to say and get it done with.“Huh, why are you standing there? You can come forward; I don't bite”. He said his voice loud and resounding.I cursed him under my breath and surged a few more steps forward. When I got to where he stood, he opened his arms for a hug, but I turned it down by extending my right hand for a handshake. Adrian chuckled at what I did and I guess Marcus was ashamed.“Good day, Jenny; how was your trip?” He asked with a weird smile.“Fine,” I muttered.“Ohh forgive my manners. I am Marcus Lopez Adrian's best friend.” He
The idea started coming alive slowly. I made a gloomy stormy ocean under an overhead sky. I inserted rigid rocks in the distance one that the waves would hit in fury. My fingers went faster as I blended the colors to smoothen the sides; my mind was totally immersed in the process. As I painted, the wall clock behind me seemed to be ticking faster than usual. The house was still, and the only sound was the one my brush was making as it worked on the canvas.I remembered to stop only when my waist ached slightly; I had sat for too long. My hands were both in paint. I dropped the brush and stood up taking a step backward. I stared at my work. I didn't show much expertise or perfection. Some parts were not well blended, and others were inaccurate, but it depicted me at that moment. It detailed how I felt; uneasiness and unsure but full of hope that needed a boost.A small smile appeared on my lips as I wiped my brushes free from the paint. Painting had always been an irreplaceable part of
“Alright Tiller, make sure all the board members are seated before I arrive. It's a very important meeting.” Adrian shouted with his phone held close to his ear.The caller replied and he affirmed.“That's true I will be there shortly”. He replied and hung up.Descending the stairs with his briefcase in his hand, I stood firmly by the side of the door, waiting for him. I held the hem of my nightie nervously gulping hard. I had stood there for close to an hour before he showed up. He frowned when he saw me and I did the same thing.“Jenny, I am in a hurry right now so you will have to wait till I come back”. He said carelessly heading to the exit door.“No, no, just hear me out first………….Bang!!!He slammed the door behind me and that was it. Just like that, he was gone, leaving the house silent except for the sound of the ticking clock. I stood still for a few seconds, looking at the door, hoping he would probably come back and hear me out. But the silence only lingered, grasping me l
It felt weird moving into a place I had never been called into, although it was practically a part of our shared home. On my first glance into the room, I felt a sudden air of tenderness and severity. I think the room was kind of bigger than I expected. It was indeed a master bedroom well structured with the right fixtures and fittings. The white-painted walls gave a sense of clarity and homeliness; although the atmosphere was tense, it was okay for his gender. The king-size bed that dominated the middle of the room was just perfect, the white bedding complimenting the curtains and the wall paint. I gave the interior decorator a thumbs up.On the other end, a bookshelf rested on the wall well stacked with books of all kinds. Adrian was a bookworm and he tried to impose it on everyone in the house. That's why he kept a bookshelf in all the rooms in his mansion. His workspace was another thing that made me gasp well organized with piles of files and documents neatly placed on the sizabl
I flipped over to a new page and started listing down my ideas as they came.I will first visit the orphanage to see the kids there; my little friends, they must have all grown up by now.Then, the park to buy Mom some bouquets and leaves; I'll get some to plant in my room as well.Also, I have missed my favorite pastries, and I think I crave them. I'll have to go to the coffee shop and grab someThe next place to visit will be the library. I need to borrow some interesting books to read, ones that I can resonate with, not those boring junk Adrian stacked on the shelf in my room.Of course the seaside, not to forget. The soothing sounds of the waves rolling on each other; I'll have to record them for future use.If I do not visit the gallery then this freedom would be pointless. I have to check out trending designs and paintings, buy new brushes, canvas and paint, and some artworks also.My pen was still held in place as I added my last and most important thought.“Mom deserves all of
Samuel looked at Julian with a mix of concern and confusion as he observed Fidelia's odd behavior. "Maybe she has taken some hard drugs; that's why she's behaving like that," he said in a low, thoughtful voice. Julian narrowed his eyes somewhat, his expression skeptical but then nodded in agreement.Her eyes glowed and her face twisted with a new terror. "Yes, I am mad," she said rather bitterly. Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Due to the agony my mother went through. I shouted because she was in a state." Her words were poured forth in a flood, raw and unrefined. "No one was able to comprehend, not knowing her monster husband did it all, just so he could extort money.For a moment, Fidelia's eyes were fixed on Julian, boring into him with fierce intensity. "And you, Julian," she shouted at the top of her voice reverberating through the entire room. "You wanted me to have sex with you, right?" Her words hung in challenge and accusation in the air. In that instant, a longer ripple of
Standing there, dumbfounded, my eyes flew back and forth between those two people before me. What are you doing here, Dad?" I softly asked Samuel, turning my head towards him. Then to the other figure, a man whom I never have seen before, yet for all intensive purposes, he seemed familiar. "And you too, what are you doing here?" I added, narrowing my eyes while trying to place him.And then, like someone thrusting a sudden sunbeam into a cloudy day, it came to me and I recognized him, Julian. The name whispered through my mind, and I shivered. The pair exchanged a glance, Samuel and Julian, then both burst into laughter. A cold wind seemed to sweep the room.They laughed heartily and then, with a peal of laughter, fell silent, looking at each other with watery eyes. They turned towards me, then laughed again as they dug their faces in. That sound pierced through the fog of my confusion and terror and left me feeling naked and vulnerable.My throat mounted a steeplechase over my heart-
The darkness weighed on Adrian. Alone, he stared at the smartphone screen, and slowly the worries came and began overshadowing him. He tried calling Jenny for the final time. But this time it was even worse. "BEEP" the dial tone resonated inside his mind as a sad song, tying a heavy string to the future of uncertainty residing in front of him.He was losing within that desperation clutching his heart. His once sharp and focused mind began to wander off aimlessly and could not concentrate on anything apart from those haunting images of Jenny.The incessant maelstrom of questions swirling in his head formed different shapes, and all were more tortuous than the first. "Man, how am I getting through with this thing right now?" He held the phone in a grip that suggested it was the only rope that could hold him alive.His fingers raced across the screen with both urgency and desperation, and though the seconds trickled by in almost a freeze, every second seemed like an eternity as he stared
Minutes turned into hours as Mr. Zan stood by, waiting for Jenny to walk out of the ladies' room. His air conditioning motor started vibrating and soon it was beyond the threshold of audible perception but damps in harmony with the slow rhythm of his heart. For the hundredth time, he looked at the dial as the hands of time crawled across its face. It had been thirty minutes since he had been told to wait, but Jenny was still conspicuously missing.His gaze moved toward the security men, somewhat narrowed, as he put the question out to them- "Are you sure she's in there?" Confident nods came his way. "Yeah, look, she's coming," said one of them, somewhat softly, in a soothing tone. Mr. Zan immediately snapped his eyes toward the door of the ladies' room, with his heart now galloping in its euphoria. A woman walked out looking exactly like Jenny.Their gazes locked; he smiled warmly. "Mrs. Jenny!" he exclaimed, feeling relief. "We've been waiting for you for ages. Our company is next,"
Disgustedly, Adrian sighed; responsibilities lay heavy upon him as if to suffocate. His eyes moved through the room, over the sea of expectation on the faces, fluttering hands, whispering murmurs, crowding the air with tension thick with perfume, cologne, and the smell of freshly printed papers. "It's getting harder," he said softly enough that only he could hear it.With that, the next company was introduced- it sounded as if they were being announced in some long-forgotten imperial court: "A&Z Company Limited!" thundered the speaker from the microphone into the welcoming room. Clapping hands and cheering greeted the representatives of A&Z Company as they strode toward the stage. The applause sounded like relentless waves crashing against the shore, full of zeal.Adrian squinted as he calculated all his strategies and machinations while the watcher observed the present scene. The adrenaline in his system was pounding in his heart like an embargo drum. "Chevron Company, should get rea
The Dubai meeting was in full swing, and the atmosphere was charged. A male and female pair had organized the event and came on stage clad in bright red. The color itself appeared to embrace life with energy, beckoning to the audience. But Adrian's gaze was not on the speakers. He was staring at the door, almost through the gate, willing Jenny to return.Where had she gone? Adrian's mind was a storm of questions. Had she gone for air? Or was it to powder her nose? In Adrian's thoughts, of course, it crossed that she might have gone to relieve herself; however, with time slipping away and still no sign of her appearing, his worries began to build with concern over where she was.He continued watching the stage when the speakers announced the next one in line, and the words 'Diamond Company Limited" reached his ears. The Diamond Company Limited representative went to the podium, adjusting the microphone, commencing his speech. There were murmurs across the crowd, and all of a sudden, Ad
Frantically looking for the woman who just called me, I sat in the vehicle allowing my eyes to scour the space. Instead, however, I was surrounded by ominously faced men; their expressions were dark and foreboding. An unease overtook me, and I could feel an influx of adrenaline passing through my bloodstream."Where am I going?" I asked them, forcing my voice to stay even as terror began to rise inside me. The men did not seem to notice, though, lest be moved by such strident yelling and asking."Somebody talk to me!" I shouted, but before any reply could come, the whine of the engine roared into life, and the vehicle started to move, sending a jolt of panic through me that I was about to be taken somewhere against my will.The men were too strong for me again when I would have tried to open the door to escape. They kept me successfully on the ground, where one tied a black cloth around my mouth and rendered any outcry completely useless. Kicking and struggling did not help, for I had
With the passing hour, the air tension thickened into more palpably heavy forms. Two hours have almost delved in looking up to their finisher preparations, and now with just one hour before the dinner, they're pushing the thrust deeper into heightened sensation and laser-like focusing.They have been getting themselves through some sessions of question and answer, self-testing for knowledge and driving home each little detail spelled in The Blueprint. As such, sail forth, the ready-to-surf mouthing on any eventuality; sharpens them up for any toughest question thrown at them.As they went drunk on the session, the rusty sound of shuffling papers, murmurs of discussion with having the occasional bout of voiced laughter resonated through the room. The spirit was invigorated by a spirit of brotherhoodness, common destiny and sheer determination to emerge victorious.And as the hands of the clock pointed to the final hour, Adrian's voice cut the noisy din with his crisp, clear, and comman
Though I sat in the car with my heart racing in vain anticipation, I felt a little bit of trepidation wash over me. The towering meeting with the Dubai government was looming on my head. I had fears - fears about the unknown, failure, and not making a good impression.The car speeded past the road, speeding the scenery blurred on and above all to the fortuitous destiny. Finally, we reached the company, wherein the relief washed over me. We pulled up in front of the edifice building, and I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was about to come.Adrian and I stepped out the car, walking on the pavement towards the office where all sounds echoed in our footsteps. Adrian closed his hand around the door handle, fingers clenched tightly, his push opening the door. Stepping inside, my eyes were caught at once by the tableaux before me.Dressed in corporate attire, with serious faces, everyone in Adrian's team was standing at perfect attention. They stood up as we entered, eyes fixed