KAREN'S POVI was going to sit for an interview later that day. Thankfully the company had informed me ahead. That morning, I set off for Adams mansion quite early. Earlier than I had ever been there for work. Neither Mrs Rhoda nor Mrs Caro or any other maid had signed in by the time I arrived. I had no idea if my arrogant boss had left for work or was still around. Not like I cared anyways. Halfway into my chores, the bell rang indicating that someone was at the door. I quickly set down the rag I held to get the door but Mr Jay beat me to it. An average tall looking man walked in. In his arms was a wooden yet fancy basket containing a flower bouquet and Chateau Lafite-Rotschild wine. He stopped as he stepped inside and flashed his teeth at Mr Jay. “Hello, Chairman Jay Adams.”“Mr Carlos Fowler. What brought you to my home this early? I reckon it must be important.”Carlos Fowler let out a short chuckle. He strode further into the house, walked to the centre table and placed t
KAREN'S POVWhen I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange but refreshing room. It was a somewhat familiar room making me briefly wonder in my sleepy state how I had known such a fine room in my life. My eyes fell on the backside of a familiar figure. At the same time, the figure stirred and snored lightly.I jerked and quickly sat up. A proper look around and it dawned on me that I was in Mr Jay's room. What was I doing in his room? How was I there…Last I remember I had arrived work earlier…and…oh…I sighed as it all started to come back to me. That creepy Mr Carlos. I breathed letting my eyes roam the room a bit before it finally fell on him again. He was sleeping soundly now. “Thank goodness.”When I brought him in, he looked to be at the verge of slipping into oblivion. His pulse kept on deteriorating even though he had clearly told me to not call the emergency unit. I was momentarily tempted to. I thought he was going to die. With his body burning so much came his mum
JAY'S POVWhy did it have to be her?Why did she have to be home at the time?Why did she have to be the one to save me?My teeth grinded. I could have accepted anyone else…anyone at all seeing me in my worst state but her.The mere thought that she had come at the right time told me she must have heard everything that bastard Carlos Fowler said. I forced myself out of bed and went for a glass of water. But I had yelled at her when she had helped me. Guilt prickled me. I shrugged. I never asked for her help. She didn't have to… but she did. And that was driving me crazy. “That bastard Carlos…”A moment later one of the maids informed me Mr Hugo was coming up to my quarters. It wasn't too long a time before Mr Hugo showed up. “Good morning sir. I thought I might have been mistaken but I drove past a car that resembled that of the vice chairman of JF group.”“You saw him.”I edged towards my dressing room feeling my jaw tighten. Mr Hugo followed me. “Sir, was Mr Carlos Fowler he
KAREN'S POVNo thanks to my prickly boss, I arrived at my interview place minutes late. Coupled with the fact that I looked dishevelled, my college background gave me no chance. As usual, I lost before I was given a chance to prove myself. I left there feeling nothing but exhaustion. Adams group was my last and only option. Could I bear facing my arrogant boss? If I ever got a chance to be accepted based on their demands, what if I ran into him at work?A shudder crept up my body. I couldn't imagine that. But he was the CEO and chairman. He had lots of things to tend to for a mere worker like me to run into him. I reasoned that if I could successfully avoid his arrogant face, I could work there. But if I ever bumped into him…But then I was lost on options. I was going to think about the consequences later. But as for that moment, the only thing I needed to do was to apply. I called Tina and asked if the opening for application was still ongoing. “Yes, babe, I think until the en
WRITER'S POVJay looked at the flowers again. For the upteenth time. What would he say was his reason for offering a bunch of flowers to his worker? Surely he had gone crazy. He let out a groan and began to practise his line. But he stopped after a few seconds, surprised at himself. What was he thinking asking Mr Hugo to get the flowers? But he had already gotten them. It would be a shame to let them go to waste. He was a honourable man supposed to preserve nature. And she saved him. Yes, a gift for saving him. That was it. He picked up the bouquet and without another second to begin another round of contemplation, he sauntered out of his chamber. Out of his quarters, he trotted down stairs. At the foot of the stairs he momentarily paused. Looked left and right. Coast was clear. If he was correct, the elderly maid servants must have not yet arrived from their various homes at this hour. For his sake, he hoped Karen was early that day. He proceeded towards the servants quarters.
WRITER'S POV“What? You gave one of the elderly servants the bouquet? And right in front of Miss Karen?!” Mr Hugo couldn't contain his shock. Jay shot him a glare. And he quickly apologized for his outbursts. But still he couldn't believe it. And wanted more explanation. “And what did she say, Mrs Caro?” Jay shrugged. “Probably still smiling at the bouquet by now?”My Hugo grinned. He tried to imagine the whole scenario and it made him grin more. “And what about Miss Karen? What did she say, I mean what was her reaction?”The image of Karen's surprise face flashed in Jay's head. Was she disappointed? “Lucky Mrs Caro,” Mr Hugo commented, still grinning. Jay eyed him and shook his head. “You must have nothing to report to me this morning, Mr Hugo, seeing as my private life interests you more.”“Urh,” Mr Hugo quickly snapped back to the moment. He placed the bunch of files he was holding on Jay's desk.“The list of the interviewers and the interviewees. I thought you should have a
WRITER'S POVIt had been over an hour since Karen confirmed she had been called and she had missed the interview. But she couldn't bring herself to leave the interviewing surroundings. What was the essence of leaving? Where was she going to go? Lost in her own thoughts, staring at things but seeing nothing, people walked in and out of the interviewing room. One after the other, people got interviewed. The place got emptier by the minutes. The woman calling out names came out each time announcing a new person to get ready to be interviewed next. Karen wished for a moment that the woman would change her mind and let her be interviewed. But the woman never said a word to her the entire time. It was as if she never saw her. Deep into the afternoon and it was now remaining just a woman waiting to be interviewed. Tiffany sat up and scanned around. How could she just go? She looked at herself. She hadn't even been able to get some quality sleep the past nights. All for this interview.
WRITER'S POVJay finished the last of the documents he had brought home to look through. He had been so tired the previous night he couldn't do it and dozed off as soon as his body touched the sheets. He lowered the papers and covered the laptop. His eyes found the wall clock. It was already past twelve noon. He wasn't planning on turning in early for work that day and wasn't bothered. He sighed as he stood up. Yawned and stretched. It had been over five hours he was seated going through the documents. He then remembered he was informed a few hours ago by one of the servants to have his breakfast. He made his way out of his room. Perhaps he could eat with his grandfather. In front of his grandfather's room, a memory flashed in his mind. It was the exact spot he had fired Karen the very first day he had seen her in his house. His mind drifted. He refused to agree that Hugo was right. That he had joined the interview because of Karen. Although he had to quickly end his meeting t
KAREN'S POV Arriving at Denva after one month of being away felt like I had been away for so long. Like I was stepping in a new place. Maybe it was just that part of me that was feeling a bit refreshed. I got out of the long bus dragging my echolac along. One of the things I wanted to do the moment I returned to Denva was visit Jessica. Glad she was being punished for her crimes. I also heard about Collins Morgan. Maybe at one point, I thought he was cute but not until I learned the other side of him. After I read the things he did to women, I could never see him in a pure light again. He was in jail too. He got what he deserved. As I sat in the visitor seat waiting for them to bring Jessica out, I imagined me being the one on the other side. I mean, it was almost me if not for Tina “I didn't expect to see you here. What is it?” Jessica slurred as she settled down. “Me neither.”“So? Are you here to gloat?”“Why did you do it?”“Why I did it? Because I hate it when bitches like
A MONTH LATERJay pulled up in the empty space of Anderson ‘s front yard which had turned to become his personal parking space in the last month. He had just opened the car door to step down when the frontage of the house opened and both Lily and Mr Anderson poked their heads out. He didn't need them to speak to see the magnitude of disappointment in their eyes. Of course he knew they would rather have Karen be the one appearing in front of the house and not him. And he also knew they always ran out to check each time a car pulled up in front of the house in the hope that it was Karen. They might likely not know because he never showed it but he missed her more than he could describe. He sighed and his teeth grinded in his mouth as he finally stepped down. “Hello, Mr Anderson,” he greeted wearing the smile he had learned to wear in the last month. Mr Anderson, like he always had done, took his hand into a firm shake and welcomed him inside. Mr Anderson offered him his usual kol
WRITER'S POV“You…how…what are you doing here?” Margaret waved a hand as she walked in majestically. “Hello fiancé.” Collins gaped in shock. slowly everything began to make sense. “What did you do to me?” He snarled. “Oh, come on, shouldn’t you say Hi to your fiance first?”“What did you fuvking do to me!”Detective Defoe ordered that Zach and Hunter be taken away from the room leaving only Collins and Margaret. Collins was still clenching and fuming. “You have been spiking my drinks…you are the cause of all this…”“Like how you and your friends have been doing to those innocent girls? Oh, common' you don't think I can stoop to that level now do you.”No matter how much Collins reasoned it, there was no other explanation as to how drugs were detected in his blood. Either detective Defoe tampered with the original results or it was the devil before him. “What exactly did I do to you? Why are you out to get me? Why! Why! No matter how I think about it, I have not offended you in any
WRITER'S POV Jay spoke to the lawyer in charge of Karen's case. What the lawyer told him worried him. Karen risked being detained in the holding cell after twenty four hours. He had already hired a private investigator to investigate the case. His eyes appeared weary. He had not had a moment of rest ever since Karen was taken in. Adams group needed him but Karen needed him too. Against Hugo's wishes, he had opted to stay back in the police station while he let him hold the forte back at the company. Even though Karen sent him away, he had refused to leave. He knew she was upset at him and he completely understood. All he wanted more than anything was to get her out of here. Later he spoke to the officer to let him speak to Karen again. To his relief, Karen permitted. “I spoke to your lawyer,” he said when they were given privacy. “What did he say?”“It's more difficult than we thought. The hitman maintains you sent him. We need solid evidence to disprove his claim and I asked t
WRITER'S POV “Your hands at the back of your head!”Zach's gleeful laughter was booming in the room when the door burst open and a team of policemen barged in. Instantly it seized. Pistols aimed at their faces.Alarmed, Collins sat up. Hunter and Zach frightfully pushed away the girl who looked half dead from the drugs she had been made to shove down. “Who called the cops?” Collins gritted, shooting glares at Zach and Hunter. “We should be asking you that!” Zach slammed back.“Your hands at the back of your head!” The officer repeated his warning. Collins could feel his shirt soak with sudden perspiration as he looked around in utmost disbelief and fear inside. He had been arrested for a lot of things but had never been caught right in the act and why in this place of all places. “Shit!”Detective Defoe stepped forward, a victorious smirk lingering in his lip. “Is there a need for us to read your Miranda rights…this wouldn't be your first rodeo,” he said and pressed the cuff firml
WRITER'S POV A FEW HOURS AGO BEFORE KAREN'S ARREST “What!” Jessica's yelp and her palm finding Craig's face happened in quick succession. “Say it again. What did you just say?”Craig’s jaw grinded. It pained him how he had been foolish to want to accept the challenge of tolerating a spoiled brat. Now he was too deep into the shit to take a step back. “It was Miss Tina that was shot. The hit man mistook her for miss Karen as she saw her coming out of Miss Karen's house.”“Simple job! Just a simple thing to do. Useless people! Can't get anything done right.” Then she spun at Craig, “You brought that idiot to me. You told me he was skilled. What happened? He couldn't take care of one person, just one person! He has been caught and he shot the wrong person. Who did you fuvking bring to me!”She stalked to the wine rack to grab a drink, each step she took fueled by barely contained fury. She had to do something before the man said a word to the police. She had to do something. She had
KAREN'S POV From learning that my friend got shot to hearing the worst news of my life. My friend of many years had wanted me dead because she wanted my man. I couldn't move in my seat. I couldn't, even if I wanted to. I shut my eyes hoping to wake up and find out that everything was all a nightmare until I felt my hand being grabbed and the cold metals clasping my wrist. Maybe it was because I was already numb of any feelings at all that I didn’t feel a pain as the thing locked my arms together. As I was being cuffed, I heard Jay try to speak to one of the officers. Didn't make out his exact words nor the officer’s response but soon they started to take me away. Down the hallway, the pitiful and judgemental gazes of people washed me head to toes. I followed humbly as they led me outside. “I'm coming to the station with her,” I heard Jay say to the officers as they pushed me into the hilux. “No. You don't need to. Officers let's go,” I refused. The last thing I wanted was to wa
WRITER'S POV“What’s wrong?”Jay asked frozen Karen. Karen didn't move. Her hand dropped lifelessly beside her. Every bit of colour was drained from her face as she struggled to process what she had just heard.“I’m sorry, but I have to leave now,” she mumbled absentmindedly and her legs broke into a run. “Wait, Karen!” Jay rushed and grabbed her arm.“You are going the wrong way,” he said. Karen looked and saw she was heading towards the back of the building. She let out a shuddering breath. “I have to go…”“Please, tell me. What's wrong?” Jay demanded softly. “Tina was shot in front of my house,” Karen murmured. “Shot? How…”“I need to leave now. I need to go to her…Tina needs me…” Maybe this was the answer she needed. Tina was more than a best friend. She was her family and she would not have to be made to either choose her or not in order to be with a man. If there was one person who had always been by her side and she would never want to lose, it was Tina. “Jay, about what y
KAREN'S POV It was one of the fewest times I ever wished twenty four hours didn't have to end so quickly. After the exhilarating night, it would have been exhausting if I had to wake up early the next day for work or anything at all. It was already mid day by the time my eyes saw daylight. It was the warm light rays that woke me up. The window, although still closed, allowed a generous trail of sun rays trickling inside. Jay was nowhere to be found. Thinking he would be somewhere in the suite, I called out to him but no response.Something in me kicked. I had seen a similar scenario. Like those times when a man brought his lover for a vacation only for the woman to learn it was actually supposed to be their last time together. Stepping outside the suite and I was welcomed by the workers going about their duties with the nice smell of food and fresheners. I walked up to one of them. “Hello. Excuse me…have you seen a man…”“Yes. He is somewhere around. How about you sit in the wa