The woman laid the file on the table, and she turned her heels and walked toward the door. The woman in business attire glanced slightly at the man standing at the see-through glass window before finally leaving.His eyes watched the view of large buildings down to the establishments until they stopped at the vehicles in his sight, which looked like a toy in where he was. His hands were in both pockets of his gray pants. On the face, you can notice that his thick eyebrows and his thin lips are almost pressed together.Suddenly the door opened, and a gorgeous suit man entered with vodka and two glasses in his hands.“You need something to drink, Zechy,” the raspy intone of a man. Place the glasses carelessly on the table, and it almost falls. And put the bottle after. "Are you worried about your fake wife?"“Shut up, Cailon. Why are you here?” he said with no interest in his voice. He confronted the man who was opening the bottle of vodka. He strode toward his swivel chair and sat on i
Zech peered at the half-empty glass, leaving Cailon's question in the air. The man drank the remaining content of his glass and inhaled exasperatedly.“Whenever I mentioned his name, you keep silent. I understand. He is not an easy topic.” Cailon's facial expression changed; the gloom set on his eyes and stared at his empty glass and tsked. “Before I forgot. A postcard we received at the office, which is for you.”He took under his coat the simple white postcard and handed it to Zech. Full of astonishment, he stared at what Cailon had reached for and opened it.He frowned slightly when he read the black ink calligraphy words.‘Pigeon is here in Paris.’"Didn't you receive any information that Pigeon is here in Paris?" he asked Cailon, who looked at him with a confused expression on his face.“No, why? What is written on the postcard? ”"Pigeon is here in Paris." Zech showed what was written on the postcard which Cailon's eyes widened.He stood up from his seat and took the phone out o
I looked at Zech's message last night and deleted it. I got off the bed and looked at Kyle, who was sound asleep, facing his back at me, and his soft, calm breathing.I took the paper bag full of what I would wear back to Paris, and I still had to get to the hotel where I would meet the make-up artist.Consequently, I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I tasted the hot puff of water on my skin, remembering what Kyle had said last night. He promised me, but I doubted his words. However, I wanted to hope for that, but I knew in the end that I would cling to those words of his.What is the reason why I will meet Mr. Javinas is one thing I don’t know. I still have a lot to do in Paris, yet thinking of Zech’s woman looking at me, he doesn’t want this to be easy, huh! Maybe he wanted to know all my moves.I just shook and took the shampoo. I'll start digging upon him, and once I got everything, I threw him in his own grave.I went out of the bathroom after I took a shower, wrapped t
I entered the restaurant what Mr. Javinas told me in his message, and I wore the same clothes when I arrived in Paris. I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful place, it’s classic and modern in two, and there's a square table on my left and on the right the round one covered in an article of white clothing. Only a few people were present, and the beautiful music added to the appetite of the place.I found Mr. Javinas, who stood up from one of the tables near the glass windows and approached me. He wore an aquamarine turtleneck sweater paired with brown-black trousers and boots that better suit the man.“I am pleased that you are here; shall we sit?” he asked when he got closer.As we sat at the round table, the waiter came with the menu. I looked at the menu for a moment and said to him my order, braised ox cheek in red wine and the same to Mr. Javinas.“I thought you were with Mr. Vakhram?” I asked when the waiter left. I was blown away by the painting on the wall, people in Victorian
What does Mr. Javinas mean? He didn’t answer me, and it was as if he was testing me with that question. Is Jackson dead? The police will not lie or make a mistake with the body, and Zech confirmed it.I stared at the computer screen; I was at the edge of the CyberCafe internet, to the part that I would overlook. Everyone here at this time was a teenager, and I didn’t notice an adult other than the caretaker.I leaned on the seat while waiting for Mr. Javinas to click the document I sent, not knowing that once he clicked and opened it, I could go through his laptop system.I tapped my lower lip while waiting. Maybe he thought I wouldn't notice that he was hiding something from me. Trust? A man like him doesn't trust anyone but themselves. Too bad we were the same. Trusting is a thing you can't bestow to anyone unless you earn it.I arranged to sit down when I got a notification on my phone. I plugged in the phone using the USB port cable, and through the link I gave, I copied the app I
"So you can't really find the Duchess?" I bit the nail of my right thumb as I paced back and forth in the living room.It's early in the morning, and that's the news he'll tell me. Yesterday I tried to trace him, but I remembered then that he used to use a phone and not the one he uses now—even CCTV of the airport and even the seaport. I haven’t seen a single image of the Duchess riding at all.But she can use a private plane. However, there's a CCTV area in every airport for those who use private aircraft. She decided to be far away, in a place where she could not be seen. But that was sudden. She didn’t even tell me.“Those people I know did their best. But Aunt Leonore was nowhere to be found,” he added.I stopped and faced him sitting on the couch, one of his arms at the upper of the backrest of the couch, leaning his back, and the other one tapping on his lap, like a piano chord forming his fingers as he tapped. Is that Clair de Lune? I don’t know much about piano other than the
At first, I thought it was easy to forget a friend like a brother to me, and it was easy on the brain but difficult when you are going to do it. He's the keeper of my secret and the world I should never take, but I did. I tried to find him, so I stumbled upon one of the Duchess’s members, but it was very vague. He left no traces for him that I could not even find him. He left me in the one thread of hope that someday I would see him and did my best to beat him in hacking. Maybe, when he knows, he’ll be proud of me, and he’ll show up to me suddenly like the way he’s gone.But it never happened.I blinked away the tears that would fall in my eyes. I miss my friends, and I miss him so much.“Maybe this isn’t the right time to tell you, Queenie. Yes, you are right, I am that nerd guy you never dare to look at,” he stated firmly, with a bad feeling, or maybe I just understood it differently.He's right; I know him as Theoren's college friend. But, the size of him changes, so maybe I didn’t
I went down to see who was ringing the doorbell to find out it was food delivery, and the delivery man told me Zech couldn't come home because of an urgent business meeting.I waited for him until ten at night, and I ended up eating alone when the clock struck 11, and he was not home. Maybe he wants to be alone, so perhaps he doesn’t want to face me first.When I couldn’t sleep, I decided to dive into the internet and read the news of Football captain Theoren Consenza. I browsed his picture on the internet to see if he had changed. The man had a clean-shaven face but his picture, I am seeing him he had a beard which pleased him well. Why didn't I find him? I am one of the lists of not a fan of those sports, but I never thought he would tell me that he would be the best football player in the future. Why didn’t I ever think of that? He achieved one of his life goals, but I was not there to be proud of him and support him.I watched myself watching his video interview clips, closing my