Liezel arrived at Sinclair’s place and walked through the enormous penthouse towards her boss’ bedroom that morning. She didn't want him to be too taken aback by the fact that she was too eager and excited to see him, so she had arrived a couple of hours before noon. She just hoped he was still home and had not gone to work yet. However, she had called the office and had asked Will if Sinclair hadn’t arrived yet.
When she arrived at the penthouse, she found the slightly opened bedroom door. Reaching for the handle, she sneaked in to find that the thick curtains were still drawn,
Will put on the black suit as he inspected himself in the mirror, pleased to have pulled off John Wick’s trademark look. He let out another heavy sigh. Normally, he slacked off and would have just worn a shirt with the character he had chosen printed on the front and get it over with; just like last year when he had worn a printed Lego Batman shirt and the year before when he came wearing a Luke Skywalker shirt. But this year, he thought he’d be more participative. After all, he would be with someone, his landlady no less. And the fact that he wasn’t just going to a Halloween party, but to his team’s victory party as well, he had made up his mind to put in some effort. And for some reason, he didn&rsq
It was less than an hour into the party and Una was already bored and growing quite self-conscious with each passing minute. Nevertheless, her demeanor didn’t let on her discomfort and boredom as she continued to stand next to Liezel―who was making sure people noticed the floral bracelet around her wrist with a blank expression on her face. Una had tried to stay as far away as possible from the three men who didn’t bother to dress in costum
Sinclair took a cup of coffee on the countertop and walked over to the large glass windows that were extended to the ceiling. Sipping his coffee, he stared out across the city’s view in front of him, feeling grim despite the magnificent view laid out in front of him. His morning had always been like this. He would make his breakfast and would eat half of it then he would walk over the glass wall and stare at the view while sipping his cup of coffee; a mellow Sinatra music in the background.
“So are you ready to extend the Halloween party on the roof?” Will asked as he offered his hand for Una on Thursday evening. Una smiled up at him and took his hand, then pushed herself up onto the ladder step. A light breeze worked its way around them, her hair moving gently across her face.
When Liezel arrived at the office, she received a message from Sinclair telling her he was out for a meeting. She wanted to ask with which company this time. It wasn’t because she doubted him, but it was more like she wanted to know how much millions the meeting was going to bring in to the company. After all, Sinclair’s success is her success too. If he managed to close another important deal, he might ask her to go with him on a week-long vacation at someplace in the world that only rich people, like her boss, could afford―and someone like her could only dream of.
Annika beamed at Una from behind the counter when she stepped into Sanson Road Café that Saturday morning. She took a seat at a row of tables and not the one she and Liezel usually occupied. “What can I get you today? The usual?” Annika approached her table, a warm smile spread across her face. “No. I want a Tortellini pesto with few onions and extra tomatoes, a tuna melt, and a chicken Caesar wrap with extra parmesan cheese.” She returned the young waitress’s smile.“So this is where you usually eat.” She heard someone speak but didn’t bother checking where the voice cam
A visible stream of light cascaded through the curtains, waking Una from her dreamless sleep. Her eyes fluttered open. Sprawled across her bed in her pajamas, she huffed at how her hip and shoulder felt stiff from lying in the same position. When the images from last night flooded into her mind, she gasped. She rolled over and heaved. Her hands pressed to her suddenly warm cheeks, and she sat up straight. Her chest started to throb soun
Cursed be their anger, so fierce, and their fury, so cruel!Anger―Liam was never the guy who was prone to fights and was never the type of man who would openly express hostility to others. Ever since he could remember, he had always been calm, collected, and composed. Adam Collin, however, was an ex-US Army veteran who served the country for seven years and an all-around terrible person, bad-tempered, overly sensitive, and constantly winded up in fights. It was these qualities why Adam Collin was currently hanging
THREE MONTHS LATER
Una gasped, unable to make a move as her eyes watched in terror at the spray of blood gushing from Billi’s neck like a fountain.The gurgling sound filled the air for a moment before Billy finally collapsed on the floor, choking on his own blood which was already flooding the carpeted floor.
The night had gone chilly as Will’s old black Audi roared down the highway. In the passenger seat next to his was Una, curled up in her own little corner.As Will continued to drive silently, Una thought back in time and how her life had changed again. It had been more than a month since she left her old life. Wha
Will groaned as he stretched his legs in the driver’s seat at a red light. They had been on the road for some time, and he could feel his entire body throbbing from being in the same position for several hours.Una saw a sign on the side of the road and realized that they were already in Baltimore. Will had told h
Una was on her chair, tying the laces of the sneakers she requested from Will when the door suddenly opened.“You mentioned a lake near where we are,” she said to him before Will could even have the chance to ask her why she was wearing shoes.
Today, Una decided to take control. It had been three days since she had revealed her secrets to Will and for days, Will had kept on trying to win her trust over by telling her over and over again that he could still be someone better than who he was in the past.Slowly, Una had allowed herself to talk gently with him,
Jeffrey Sullivan was a crack dealer who was also a screwed-up addict. The guy was pretty much still gorked when Will shared with him his own kind of addiction. He thought Will was referring to the kind of drugs he had allowed to slowly ruin his relationship with his family and his life. Even when Will was leisurely pulling out his teeth, he still couldn’t figure out that Will’s addiction was way different than his.
Una had been awake and listening to her stomach growl for hours. With her enclosed windows, she had already lost a sense of time. The chirping birds she heard weren’t helping either. They could be chirping for something else and not the time.But do birds tell you the time by chirping?A light knock
Will had woken up earlier than usual. It was one of those cold mornings which he had slowly grown accustomed to, but beads of sweat covered his forehead. He sat up on the couch where he’d been sleeping for the past month. He sat there for a minute to allow himself to shake away the horrors of dreaming his own death.