"No, sir, please don't go!" Mr. Adrian pleaded as he tried to stop investors from storming out of the company in a fit of anger."Let's talk about this; there must be a way we can resolve our differences.""I don't think so," one of the investors turned and said. "I think you don't pay your manager well, that's why she couldn't even answer our questions.""Why do you say that?" Adrian asked as he tried to defend Jenny."I say that because the lady who slumped looks stressed, that's the reason she slumped," the investor added. "We will send you our response soon," Mr Shank said as he and his core investors left the company.The voices of the investors made Mr. Williams run out from the other office to the conference room to see what was happening. "I! I!" Williams shouted, running to the lifeless body of Jenny, slumped to the floor, her body limp and her face pale."Ahh, no! What's happened to her?" Williams exclaimed, shaking me gently. "Wake up! please wake up!"But I didn't respond
Adrian paced around his office, the soles of his shoes echoing from the walls-a rhythmic accompaniment to turbulent thoughts.He paced around, looking into the floor as though he was looking for some sort of misplaced treasure.His face furrowed: his brow did show worry and concern. He was tormented by uncertainty over what would next happen, with his mind consumed by the fear of Mr. Shanks' response.The memory of Jenny's collapse in front of Mr. Shanks' investors was fresh within his mind, the shame and embarrassment still burning within him. Adrian boiled in anger and frustration as his mind went to the words of Mr. Shanks:"I don't pay my workers well.”He slammed his hand onto the table. The sound resonated through the room, like the cracking of thunder. Books that lay upon the table tumbled to the floor, their pages fluttering open like wounded birds.Adrian's face twisted in agony and he screamed, his voice a raw and primeval shriek. "No………!" he yelled, his hands tearing at his
Adrian's voice came like thunder over the phone, and a cold shiver ran down William's spine as he had never before heard Adrian speak with such urgency and emotion.Adrian was a man known for his tough exterior, his business acumen, and his strict demeanor. Yet, when it came to his wife, Jenny, he was a different person altogether. He had human feelings for her, feelings that he rarely showed to anyone else.William was scared; he heard the running heartbeat of his heart as he listened to Adrian's angry voice. He knew he had to do something quickly to cool off Adrian's anger and get the doctor to attend to Jenny.Immediately, he sprang from his seat and scurried to the doctor's office, his legs moving with swiftness down the hall to try to soothe Adrian's temper.He was now at the doctor's, and Mr. William delicately knocked on the door as his knuckles kissed the wood softly."Come in," a voice called from behind the door in a meek manner. The door cracked, and William slid into the
The eyes of Dr. Fredrick shone with urgency, and his whole body was filled with anticipation. Another minute more he could hardly wait for; he was out of patience, began to pace up and down in front of the ward, his hands trembling like that of a thief who had been caught red-handed."Nurse!" he yelled, stamping his foot on the ground as his voice reverberated down the corridors. The echo of this sound in the hospital was like a clarion call-one that could not be ignored. Immediately, the nurse came running to the ward, her face a picture of concern as she hastened to attend to the doctor's summons."What is it, Sir?" she asked breathlessly as she struggled to keep up with the doctor's frantic pace.Doctor Fredrick's eyes flashed into hers, his stare intense as he gave his directions."Get the surgery ready," he said in a low urgent tone."We are about to perform a heart transplant now."The nurse widened her eyes in surprise but wasted no time, hurrying to prepare the operation theat
A shrill ring cut through the silent corridor of the hospital-one of William's phones was ringing. He reached for it in a flash and answered the call in a racing heart. The voice on the other side sounded strong and commanding-no room for any doubt or hesitation."Where are you?" Adrian asked, leaving no room for arguing.In an instant, William's heart sank, with his mind racing towards the implication of Adrian's question. He did not ask him which hospital he was in, but where he was; it was as if he knew where he was. The realization sent a shiver down William's spine, and he felt his voice catch in his throat."Ehhhhh." he stammered, faltering.Adrian was explosive in response. "Speak up, my friend!" his voice boomed through the phone."What are you stammering for? Or is my wife dead?" The words hung in the air at once a challenge and a threat. William felt his heart pounding with the struggle to respond; his palms started to perspire."No, sir, no, sir," he said at once, the words
"What do you mean by that?" Adrian asked, his hands reached out instinctively to the doctor's shoulders, his fingers digging deep into the fabric of the doctor's coat.The doctor's eyes had already had a deep sadness in them; now they clouded, and his voice shook as he replied, "She is no more, Adrian." The words just hung there, stark, brutal, suffocating Adrian.His eyes, searching for a glimmer of hope, a hint that this was all some terrible mistake, locked onto the doctor's. But his expression did not yield; his eyes were filled with deep sorrow, which seemed to echo Adrian's."No!" Adrian shouted, loud and clear in the hospital corridors, in some animal scream of denial and despair. Without having heard everything, he was pushed forward, urged by a desperate need to see Jenny-to hold her-to beg her to come back.He sprinted toward the surgery room, feet pounding on the floor, heart racing from fear and hope.As he reached the door, he didn't even bother knocking, his leg crashin
THE NEXT MORNING*****The jarring of his alarm was what woke Adrian up. In no time, he leaped out of bed, took a refreshing bath, and put on his regular business attire.Morning sun cast a golden glow on the city as he drove to the company.As Adrian reached the entrance of his office, his phone buzzed an incoming text message."I will be coming to the company today."The message sent Adrian's heart racing. Who could this be? The content of the message sent a cold thrill down his spine.He tried putting the feeling off and focusing on the tasks at hand for the day. However, the message would not leave his head and would not be denied attention.As he walked into his office, his staff smiled and greeted "Good morning, sir."Adrian merely nodded, curtly eyeing the room as if searching for signs of who could have sent such a cryptic message via text.The sun had barely risen, but something in his gut was telling him that this would be a day full of surprises.The message was from Mr. Sh
THE NEXT DAYLying in bed, face up, beaming with pleasure, thoughts of his wife's deteriorating health began to improve, and the contract that he had finally gained after so much effort of years that were passing tirelessly. A sense of relief and accomplishment washed over him, and he couldn't help but think that today was the perfect day to take his wife, Jenny, home from the hospital."I think I have to discharge Jenny today," he whispered to himself, and smiling all over his face, he slung the quilts and got out of bed.Stretching his body, feeling muscles relax from tenseness, he walked up to the bathroom. He started off by picking his toothbrush along with the toothpaste and brushed teeth and the tongue round and softly.His mouth was filled with the minty taste of the toothpaste as he refreshed himself with water in his mouth. Thereafter, he walked to the bathtub, which he had already filled with liquid soap. The sweet fragrance of the soap filled the atmosphere and Adrian felt
His lips, a soft summer breeze that whispered secrets, touched mine as he whispered, "I love you, baby." And with that, my spine tingled like the summer breeze rustling through the leaves of a tree.The surrounding crowd erupted into cheers and applause, a stormy sea against the shores."Awwww!" they screamed, the chorus of delight sighs, while a symphony orchestra started playing joyful melodies. The notes were dancing in the air like a thousand small butterflies flying around while Adrian and I shared a kiss, like two lovers lost in the magic of their own private world.This song floated through the air, like a few clouds lazily drifting across a summer sky, and Adrian and I succumbed to its romantic allure, swaying our bodies to its rhythm like two trees dancing in the breeze.Sweet was the serenade of this melody, the symphony of love and longing, its notes whispering sweet nothings in our ears like the gentle caress of a lover. Moving in perfect harmony across the floor, we felt
Adrian's voice, "Please don't go, baby, I'm sorry," lingered in the air, like a fragile flower swaying in the wind. A sadness washed over me, like a spring rain on a morning, softly finding its way to my heart.His hands gripped my legs, a lifeline, clinging to me with a desperation that was nearly palpable, as though he thought that if he let me go, I would be gone from him forever, like sand between his fingers."It's late, Adrian," I told him, my voice gentle but firm, a summer breeze through leaves, attempting to soothe his ragged nerves."Please, I'm only returning, I don't need a headache," I continued, my voice a gentle plea, pleading for understanding as I struggled to shift my legs, to squirm free of his grasp. But Adrian clung tight, his gaze locked on mine, his voice quivering with feeling, like a fragile vase ready to topple."I'm sorry, my love," he whispered, his voice a sincere apology, a desperate bid for reconciliation, as he lifted his eyes to mine, brimming with tea
Adrian turned to him, his eyes narrowing slightly, like a curtain pulled against the light."Who are you and what are you talking about?" Adrian asked, his voice calm and peaceful, like some stream meandering its way across a tranquil countryside. The words seemed to fall like a question mark, while waiting for an answer.His mask of confidence fluttered; his face slipping open onto a glimpse of uncertainty underneath. "D-dude, I'm so sorry," he stammered, the words skipping from his tongue like a scratched record, hesitant and unsure. "I must have mistaken you for someone else," he finished saying, the sentence trailing off almost at a sigh over the acknowledgment of his mistake.Adrian's eyes, like a drill trying to pierce through steel, pierced into the soul of the man in search of answers. With a dismissive sigh, like a wave that washes over the shore, Adrian turned and walked out of the shop, leaving the man standing alone, like a statue, frozen in time.As Adrian drove back home
We then got into his car, with the sleek and black vehicle glowing in the bright sunlight, softly upholstered, inviting leather, like a cozy cocoon.As we started driving to the cafeteria, it was a pleasant feeling with wind whistling through my hair, a song of joy, a sense of abandon, something like a caged bird free at last to soar into an open sky with wings of pure exhilaration.We took snapshots inside the car; our laughs, our smiles froze in those momentary flickers of time, like amber-preserving memories."Let's go and eat, please, I'm famished," Mr. German said. There was such a lot of warmth in his voice as he held my hands, sparking electrical currents into my body-like those jolts of adrenaline received on a roller coaster.We gained entrance to the cafeteria, where the savory smell of freshly cooked food filled the air, teasing my taste buds like a savory mist and making me hungry.We sat at a table, and I called out to the waiter; my voice sounded across the room, ringing
Soon thereafter, I whined up the tires on approach to this company's parking lot in protest and brought it to a stop: the screeching just seemed to hang in the air for a moment or two there-a scream of tortured rubber with its shudder, lurch to a stop, and coughing, protesting motor dying out.I breathed deeply, and the tension began to seep from my body like air from a balloon that has been punctured; my shoulders sagged in relief as my heart, though still racing, drummed a slower, more measured beat in my chest.The instant I got out of the car, bright sunlight wrapped itself around me, its warm rays fondling my frayed nerves. A cool breeze ruffled my hair with scents of flowers in bloom and newly cut grass, some sweet fragrance which seemed to soothe the senses, the racing heart."Good morning," the voice of the receptionist greeted happily, a vivid contrast to turmoil that was churning within me, the warm and inviting smile spreading like a sunrise."Good morning, dear," I replied
I couldn't hold myself any longer and burst out laughing. My laughter filled the room, bounced off the walls, and resounded everywhere. Deep, rich, full-bodied, a sound that seemed to emanate right from the core of me.My body was racked with mirth: my shoulders shook, my chest heaved with it, while I stood, my eyes shining with tears, my face alight with the joy of being finally happy-happy as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders and a burden from my heart.Smiles danced across my face as I felt unhindered, high, enjoying my victory and revenge. It sounded like the laughter had washed all my cares off me, washed off all the fears, leaving me light and free, high.Just then I turned toward leaving the room; Adrian was stopping me off with words to hang upon for a moment-challenge and more. He told me where I could possibly go, without shame, or remorse, stared enticingly through dilated nostrils.And in that glance, I shivered, I thrilled, feeling a rush down my spine, me
Sweet and tangy, it did a tango on my tongue, the flavor bursting inside my mouth as for one moment it made me forget the tension that was building.I closed my eyes, savoring the taste, and the coolness of the juice as it ran down my throat like balm.Having drunk the juice, I went to the room where Adrian lay asleep-my intentions pure, my heart set on just sleeping well for tomorrow, a day to report to a new job. I lay down on the bed and feigned sleep, my eyes closed, breathing slowly.It was as if the darkness just wrapped itself around me, in a soft, comforting blanket. It wrapped around me, shielding me from the world. I felt my eyelids growing heavy, body relaxing, letting all the weariness of the day wash over me.But it wasn't to last. I felt the touch of Adrian's hand on my lap, the tips of his fingers touching my skin as an electric jolt bolted through my body. My eyes snapped open, and I sat up in a fluster, my voice ringing out loud."Stop it, please!" I screamed at him,
Slowly, I started getting ready, undressing and cleaning off the makeup from my face. Tender strokes of the wipe were soothing onto my frazzled nerves as I did everything really slowly.I relished this transformation-taking place, akin to a caterpillar finally making its way out into the world from its cocoon, rebirthed, renewed. I changed into something sexy and hot-a tight gown, fitted at my curves to a T, cuddling me at just about all the right places like into a second skin.And then, looking into the mirror well, I couldn't help but feel this surge of pride in me, a surge of confidence-half a queen surveying her kingdom.My full, round breasts stood to attention, their tender peaks upward like delicate water droplets glistening with a subtle sheen, like the first light of dawn breaking over the horizon. The dress was tight, showcasing every bend and contour of my body, like a work of art on display. I felt like a different person altogether, one ready for the world to bring it on
"It's okay, it's fine," I exclaimed heatedly, though with defeat; the words burst in a gush from my lips in one tumble, with every syllable coated with desperation and despair. I was tired of groveling, tired of reaching out to him, tired of the damn rejection that had worn down my heart through relentless barrage.I sprang up at once, swift, sure movements in every limb; my anger bore me on like a billow against which the shore breaks.I clutched onto the wicker food basket tight, the crackling of wicker in protest as I hoisted it from the table-the only sound heard through the quiet like a shout of defiance. The heavy feel of the basket in my hands was real and reminded me of the work that I had done for our love, so coldly thrown in the trash.I went out from behind the door of his office, my footsteps stumbling on the cold, hard floor; the sound itself appeared to resound inside the silence, an ultimatum, a declaration.The door stood looming over me, a barrier between me and the