Katy's Point of View.
"Um..." It almost sounded automatic as Morris and I uttered it at the same time. Adelaide walked in with a curious smile on her face. Seriously, was there a time when this girl wasn't smiling?
"Are you alright? Both of you." She asked after a few seconds. "Tell me what?"
I stared at Morris. I didn't think I had ever seen him so unnerved before. This was the time to come clean and if he couldn't do it, then I would do it for him. For all we cared, Adelaide wasn't really in love with Carson. Maybe, she was just scared of ending up alone and for some reason, she thought making her boss fall in love with her was the easiest way out. Seriously, don't fault me, I'd been reading too many short stories before this operation.
As if Morris knew what I was thinking, he slightly shook his head the moment I stared at him. I immediately turned back to Adelaide.
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Katy's Point of View.Luckily for me, well somehow, today was packed with things to do, and there was hardly any time to give romance lessons to Adelaide. But the sad part about it all was that my waist felt like it was about to break into two. And there was only one cure for a bone injury. TV. I turned to my bedside clock. If I started now, I could make it on time. I resisted the urge to jump up and slowly got off the bed and slipped into my slippers. The fluffy ones. The last thing I wanted was to do something that would wake everyone up and pin me down for questioning. There was hardly any TV time here and it had been three days since I last watched my favorite soap opera and it was driving me nuts.I slowly walked down the stairs as I made my way to the living room. Quietly. Slowly. The popcorn that I got from the refrigerator was as hot as I used to like it, but when I saw it, I didn't hesitate to collect it. Once a suc
Katy's Point of View"You have to tell me everything!" Morris said behind me, making me jump and clutch my chest. I bent down to pick up the duster while glaring at him."For crying out loud, you scared me to death."He shrugged and walked further to the room, stopping briefly before the fruit basket that lay on top of the dining table. He chose an apple."I mean, you know my voice, don't you?" He asked with a small frown, munching on the apple."I do. But it doesn't mean you should sneak up on me like that. I could have had a heart attack. Then we'll be talking about real trouble.""Yeah, but you didn't, now did you?""You know what? Forget it." I turned back and resumed dusting. I was cranky. I didn't want to transfer it to him. After all, he wasn't the one I had stupidly laid down all night thinking about. He wasn't th
Carson's Point Of View.The door closed behind Morris. He silently watched me."What's wrong with you?" He finally broke the silence."Nothing's wrong with me. I should be asking you that question.""What do you mean by that?" He asked, stepping further into the room until he was grasping the chair that was opposite my table."You seemed a little bit too cozy with the home keeper and all." I just wanted us to talk like we usually did. Our case was finally heading somewhere after years of burning midnight oil. It was something to celebrate. And, today, thirty was staring me right in the face. That was huge. I did not want us to argue. I felt like arguing, I knew he did too. But I was not going to give in. I refused to do so."We were just talking. She called me her friend, don't friends talk?""Of course, they do."
Katy's Point of View.When I knocked on the door and spoke my name by request, I didn't expect him to open the door immediately. But he did. He stares at me for a while before going to sit down on his chair.I closed the door behind me. He stared at me. Yes, he did. But it was like he was ignoring me at the same moment. After he had stared at me the way he did last night, I was a bit scared that he was going to be like this."What is it?" I dared to ask. The question seemed to surprise him. Though, thankfully, he answered."Nothing.""You're sure.""Yes, I'm sure. Why do you ask?""You're... Well, you seem angry.""No, I don't.""Yes, you do. You look like I did something wrong. Did I?""Did you what?" He asked again, distracted."Did I do
Morris's Point of View."Hey." I had been standing there for a while and she didn't even know it. It was either she did know or maybe she didn't want to hear. Or perhaps she didn't want us to have any conversation. I was still going to try. How was I even supposed to win her over if we couldn't engage... If I couldn't engage her.She turned around slowly, and then flashed me that smile of hers that drove me nuts. It always made me want to run to Tiffany & Co. to buy a ring just for her finger. "Morris, hi."She continuously stirred batter, her smile intact. "How are you?" She asked. There was a lot I wanted to tell her. A lot I wanted to confess to her. A lot I wanted her to know, as heavy as there were. But I couldn't. For crying out loud, I know how crazy it seemed to me when girls tell how in love they were with me. Now, I felt just a little bit of what they must have known trying to make me under
Katy's Point of View."You keep saying it like you mean it, " he said. He was entirely too close. I liked it, but he didn't need to know that, and I didn't want him to know.No matter how hard I fought, I found myself leaning in. And just when I thought this would be it, when I thought he would finally touch my lips with his, he backed out, smirking. He stared at me for a while, waiting for my reaction. I shrugged from his touch and made my way to the coffee table and then back at the door again. And then back at the coffee table again."Are you okay?""I'm fine. Thank you." He sure as well knew that I wasn't, so why was he asking? Urgh!"You're pacing.""Your point?""Are you going to tell me what it is or what?" He said it with such a straight face that made me pause and stare at him. He... He was actually making
Katy's Point of View.Jackson? Really?Of all thebackup theycouldsend, it wasJackson. We couldn't even agreeon apen to useat the office, itwas heretheythought we wouldbothsucceed? Ifelt like screaming, preferably atMrs Smith's face. Lether feela little bit of this heat.She had promised me thiswouldn'thappen.Shepromised, on herpart,that thisjobwould beglitch-free. Now, hereI was.Standing nottoo farfromJackson'sannoyinglysmug face. If we got caught, theboth of us wasgoing to bethrown intothedepthsofthe ocean. Everythingwas going to getscraped,everythingthat mightproofthat we workedhere. Likefishes.Onlythetestimoniesof
Katy's Point of View."You'regoingto be okay.Youwon't die becauseI'mhere." He spokeinhush buthismouthwasn't moving. I shook myhead. He hadalready gottennothing but bad reactions from me today,Irefusedto besubjecttoitoverandover again."Stopstaring at me or youmightmake peoplestartto stare.We have hadenough drama today, you and me.""I agree, youwere the one whowanted itthat way.""Ifyou had notcome here, therewouldhave beenno reason for me to be dramatic. Look, Jackson, not tonight.Ifearedthiswouldhappen.Ifearedthatthebothofuswouldleavethemission andletourpersonaldifferencesgetthe 
Katy'sPoint of View.Istraightened to go open the bolt butCharmaine quickly heldmy hand back. She looked nervous whenI turned to lookat her and her handswere cold and shaking. Ididn't know ifI wanted to open the door butwhat iftheyneeded us? The place wasmildlysoundproof so even ifthey did, how were we even supposedto know?Mystomachgrumbled infear.AndIwondered if itwasIwhosehands were cold."Youdon't knowifthey've beencaptured."Jacksonseemednervous himselfbut there wasdeterminationwritten allover his face. "It's either wefind out or we be thecause oftheir capture.Let's taketherisk. I say wetaketherisk." He repeated himself, just in caseshe hadnot heardthe&
Katy's Point of View.Charmaine staredat him for awhile, obviously loss for words. When sherealizedthey were not alone andthatAdelaide and Iwerebeingentertained by the mini'Romeo and Juliet's they were putting up, she divertedher gazebackto me.Sheclearedherthroat.Andthen toAdelaide. Jackson wasn'tembarrassed. No, he seemed at ease.Maybehe'd been dying to say that to her andthen hefinally did andhe was at peacewith it."Iguessit's yourturnagain,Adelaide." Shesaid, her voice was squeaky. I smiled. Fromthe wayshe wasbehaving, it was obviousthat he was notalone in how hefelt."Um... Um... Well,I don't really talk to my mom now.We're kinda in a bad place now but every night orsometimes inthe after
Katy'sPoint of View.When weno longerheard anything for a longamount of time,Carson decidedit was probably time to go.Fromthelook onMorris'sface,I knew he wasn't buying that idea."Really?And go dowhat?Announce tothemthatwe're not deadafter all? I don't thinkso. Isay we stay here."Itwas obviousthat hedidn'treally carethat Carsonwas his employer. It washe whoputusall in this danger. Surely, it wasn't onlyJacksonthat was thinkingthat.When wewere all silent, waiting for thenightmare to end. Iwould look and see him looking at hisshoulder. It was probablythe person he had spiedonthatwanted revenge.Perhaps,showing upand shooting the place upwould teach himaboutsom
Katy's Point of View.Weentered intothe dark place.I couldn't see anything butI knewIwasn't alone.AndIalso knewthattherewas noheaterthere. It was a few seconds in andI was already freezing todeath.Lightilluminatedthe roomagain andIsearched for whoturned the light on.It wasCarson.My eyes foundCharmainewhostood atthe othercorner of the room, her handclutchingtightly to a baseball bat.Sheexhaled,touching herchestwithherfree left hand."Are you okay?"Morris asked."I'm fine.I'malright. You guys didnotcome asquickly aspromised. Iwasscared to deathwith allthegunshots. Isanybody hurt?""No.Not really. I do thinkAdelaide n
Katy's Point of View.My heartraced asthegunshotscontinued. I pushedAdelaide downthe floor and held her downthere.Johnsonjoined us, crawlingaroundthefloor justastheshatteredaround.Adelaide'sshoutwasclose toinaudible due tothe loud noise."Whatishappening?Whatishappening?Oh,we're going to die!" Shecontinuouslychanted. Her eyes were fillingwith tears, butthere was a determinationabout her face.I tried asmuch asI could to reassure her. "We're not going todie.Just keepquiet,alright?" Iwhispered. Jackson nodded in agreement. She shookherhead.She didn't understand."I cannot. Icannot.They're going to kill us.We'redead." She said again. I knowshewas
Carson's Point of View.The only thing that could beheard aroundthe whole table wasCharmaine'sspoonwhich keptonhitting thecup. It wasconsistent and it was annoying.And even ifothers noticedit, theywouldn't talk. Nobody would. Nobodywanted tomaketheboss's sisteruncomfortable.Surely, they knewmaking her uncomfortablewould make them uncomfortable.Okay, this place was tooquiet.AndI just couldn'tcontinuelike this.Deciding tomake things a little toointeresting and well...AnnoyingforCharmaine,Iturned toJackson whohadtoast just about his lips."So,Curt.How are you?"I asked,makingCharmaine drop herfork. Sheimmediatelypicked it up again. I turned tolook at Morris, but he toohad a
Katy's Point of View.Igently stirred in my bedand stared upatthe ceiling forwhatseemed like forever. I had alot to do today and my stomach grumbled uncomfortably. Ithadto beallthecakeIate yesterday or just the reminderthattwo guests were in the house.Theother one wasunwanted, andtheother one,Ihad astrongfeeling, didn't like me.Sighing,I curled like a worm, hugging mylegswhilelying on the bed still.Evenwhen my alarmstarted going crazy,Ididn'tbudge. I had a lot to dotoday, butIwanted to sleep in.Finally deciding to choose the mission overbeauty sleep,Ikicked my feet off the bedand partedthe curtains, letting sunshine intothespace. Perhaps,that would help me getrid
Carson's Point of View."Really?You're really going to help?"Morris seemed to beshocked tohearthat.Sometimes he forgot how much his sister wasfond ofhim andlooked out for him even though he tried to act all toughandacted as though he didn't need ithalf of the time."Yes. I am going tohelp.I don't know butI just didn'tbelieve itwhen you saidthatyou had ithandled."Ifrownedthen. "Nobody saidthat.""Your body languagedid.Very loudly.I've not even been in thishouseup to a day andIcould readoff everythingthat washappening.I might not be onehundred percentright, butI wouldn't be too far off." She startedfromMorris to me. I knewwhere she was heading and ifIwasbeinghonest,I didn't
Carson's Point of View.The minute we stepped in,I already knewwhat everyone was going to say. I knew them too well notto know. Fromeverything, the way Morriskept a calm smile was surprising,beingthatCharmaine was inthe room.Hecarefullyclosedthe doorbehind him, immediatelyhecame in after her. When it was obvious that we weren'tbeingheard, he finally let out. "Dangit!What are you doing,Carson?You didn't tell me you weregoing to get herinvolved. Nowshe's here.We had a ball tonight,forall wecare, freaks have sentoutassassins to kill mysister?What then?Whatdo you plan to do then?"Offended and trying not tomatch hisstone, to showhimtherespect,Islowlyspoke."We willcross that bridgewhe