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The restaurant was my favorite spot. I didn't have any difficulty in finding myself around. I went straight to the counter and ordered a plate of noodles and a bottle of orange fruit juice. Just when I turned to leave, I heard a soft voice behind me.“Helen!” I turned swiftly and look in the direction. It was Sandra, my classmate. I beamed with joy seeing her and walked to her as fast as I could. She stood up from her table, her expression clearly showed that her heart was filled with joy seeing me too, she rushed down and gave me a hug. Sandra was the only person in my school that I was close to. We have been on talking terms since my first year but have never been this close until the start of summer break. When I met her at a coffee shop, I went to apply for a job since I lost the previous one. She was there for the same purpose. After the encounter, we became friends and co-workers in the coffee shop.Her story was similar to mine, which made us become closer. She was an orphan
As usual, the thought of running didn’t cease to come. But unfortunately, it wasn’t a good idea. He had men around and with his long legs, I wasn’t sure I will move 3 steps without being caught. I watched him in fright as he approached me. With his eyeballs fixed on my face, with each step towards me, I made a step backward. I wished I could make a magic wand and disappear from his sight. I looked at my driver lying on the floor, in a pool of blood, I wondered if he was still a life. I looked at him and this time he was a few steps away from where i and Sandra were standing. “Who are you, and what do you want from me.” I was shaking, but I stood my ground, look him in the face, and asked him those questions. It wasn’t that I wanted those answers, I just wanted to distract him, if that will make him back off. But he seems determined not to be distracted by anyone. He stopped when he felt he was closer enough and stare at me. From where he stood, I could feel his breath on my forehea
Unexpectedly, a gunshot filled the room. It was so loud that I felt an instant void in my earring. I wanted to cover my ears with my hands but I was blocked by his mighty hands that were still grabbing my chin. Then I heard a heavy fall land on the floor, and all the chairs around joined in the fall. I badly wanted to turn and look at Sandra but I was shielded by Buzz's arm. It was so strong that I felt my chin bones crack from the pressure. I was left, only to the visuals in my mind, photos of a dying Sandra. I held my breath as the force of hot tears burned inside my fragile mind. Not too long, it rushed out, down to my chest with speed like the waters from Victoria Falls. I shut my eyes, and the feelings of pity and pain stunk me more. I never wanted this to happen, not for me, not for Sandra, and not for anyone else. Groaning from pain filled the room, I thought of Sandra that instant but recall that women hardly groan; they scream. Then I shifted my thoughts to the driver, he m
I don’t know what transpired between them. I don’t know who was the rightful person to assume the CEO’s office of Triple Friend's Group of Companies, either. All I know is that I won’t wish my enemy what Lucas has done to Buzz. Buzz may be heartless, but he doesn’t deserve such treatment. To think that Buzz would do the same to someone if he was in Lucas’s shoes, was very difficult, I wouldn’t believe it if I was told. Lucas's blows were as heavy as a bag of granite, and they landed on Buzz's face like a stone to a kernel, with every punch comes a tear. He continued with the blow till Buzz's white suit was all soaked with blood. If fear was a name, then I’d be called. I could imagine the pain he was going through like all the punches landed on my body. I couldn’t help but think, about what he’d do to me if I offend him. I felt pity for Buzz, forgetting how he almost slice my forehead with a pocket knife, how he ordered Sandra to be shot, how he almost crushed the bones of my chin
Lucas was the coldest man I have ever seen. I couldn’t believe that after such a brutal event, he shoved his hands inside his pocket and walk away like nothing really happened. I was so weak to call his name, and even so, weak to walk, thanks to the bodyguard who supported me to the car. I have plenty of words for Lucas, words I would love to talk to him about. But I wasn’t sure of myself having the courage to talk to him. “Make these men regret ever coming up against me,” Lucas said to Mr. Philip, pointing at Buzz’s men, who were kneeling before him. I had it in my subconscious that Lucas had the physical strength to fight ever since our encounter on the day of the grand finale, I also knew that his family was powerful, but I just didn’t know how socially powerful he was himself. No one in the country could boast of having a private military battalion that answers to his name. But still, Lucas commands a troop of a private army. He was indeed powerful.Buzz was left half dead in th
I woke up when the car made a turn and entered a road that looked like a runway. I hurriedly lifted my head when I noticed I was leaning on Lucas's shoulders. It was embarrassing that I have stained his white shirt with my saliva. He turned to look at me, but I avoided his eyes and quickly looked away. The tinted glass prevented me from having a clear view. With the black background, I still manage to see the gold-plated gate that opened itself as we drove in. Lucas lived in a villa. From the gate, I anticipated a building with more sophisticated technology. The car made a turn around a water fountain with stood high like a roundabout parked at the lot. Shortly the door opened and Lucas stepped out first, the chauffeur behind the door bow a bit as he walked past him. He did the same to me as I joined, I wanted to rebuke him and tell him I don’t want such treatment, but I was distracted by the fountain I barely saw. I didn’t notice the vastness of the fountain, no wonder it took for
I followed Mr. Jones closely as he stepped into the main sitting room, he turned and smiled at me.“This is the sitting room, Master Lucas has not sat on any of these coaches since he came to Texas. He had one beautiful smile that got me jealous. “Why so?” it was odd to hear that the owner of the house has not sat on any of his coaches before. Mr. Jones smiled more before he turned towards the staircase. He claps his hands together as he took the first step. I notice the sitting room light first, it was made of shiny stones, and diamonds. I watched as it sparkled with different colors on the high, cast ceiling, which brought a sense of stillness and comfort to the room. I slowly dropped my eyes at the coaches Mr. Jones was talking about, it was four. All with matching gold feet and hand rest. It was simple and classic.“You know, Mrs. Dowell, Master Lucas is a very busy man. He spends most of his nights in the office. I have worked for the Dowell family since as a boy, and I must sa
I was still in the bed wondering if Lucas had slept on the same bed with me, the thought of him hugging my waist as he slept made me sigh at intervals. It was of the things I wouldn’t take from him, what I wouldn’t agree to him. I rather let his parents know that it’s a fake marriage than let him hug me like his wife. The doorbell snapped me out of my thought. I rolled down from the bed and headed to the door, I stopped when I remember that I need a card to open the door. Then, I remember seeing Lucas in the room, how did he leave the room? Does the door have numerous cards, just like normal doors with a bunch of keys?The bell sounded again, and I hurried back with the card, but a voice out of nowhere frightened me and stopped at once.“Good morning to the Dowell, breakfast is ready, hurry down before it gets cold.” I lift my hand off my chest which I unconsciously placed in shock when I realize it was a customized voice. It must have been sounding before now. I checked my phone, an