Lyra woke up the next morning with her head still filled with thoughts of how to make a perfect retaliation at the 6B guy after all he did the previous day. Just a few minutes after getting down from the bed, she stood close to the nesting table, turning to Aria, who was now sitting up on the bed."I'm thinking maybe we should get his contact information and bombard him with unending calls, or what do you think? Too easy?"Aria yawned, covering up her mouth with a palm before she said, absentmindedly."Yeah obviously. He probably will just block the line or get another one."Lyra let out a small hum, tapping on her temple repeatedly, then murmured:"Or should we make the hallway slippery? or no, no, too dangerous."Meanwhile, Aria's mind, while sitting on the bed, was literally lingering with questions about the call she got yesterday."Why would Dante want to see me regarding Lyra? Does he even know she's back?"When Lyra could not still come up with a perfect retaliation plan, she
After a very long and stressful day at work, Dante returned home, yearning for a well-deserved rest, only to be welcomed back into his apartment by an annoying low-frequency hum sound hanging over the air.He stood at the doorpost, for some time holding onto the open door, staring confusingly into his sitting room like a stranger, while digging one finger in and out of each ear hole to be sure the problem wasn't from his own ears.After opening and closing the door several times and after becoming convinced that the sound was actually coming from his apartment, he decided to take his time to double check on his appliances as well as his gadgets, but none of them were connected. He didn't really expect any of them to be, though; it has always been a long-term habit of his to turn them off before leaving for work or anywhere else."So where could the source of the sound be then?" He muttered to himself helplessly, placing both hands on his waist.After racking his mind for a while, he c
When the strange lady finally ambled close enough to be seen with all her facial features exposed in the light, Dante's doubts were completely cleared because the lady before him was indeed the vivid image of Aria herself. "What are you doing here?" He blurted in a rush, moving closer to her abruptly while Aria stiffened on the spot, maintaining a blank, frozen stare. Dante paused, half rumpling his face and twitching his fingers absentmindedly. Then, after a little fleeting, uneasy silence, he lowered his voice to ask in a draggy tone, "Don't tell me you're the occupant of room 6A." Aria swallowed, then, without a clue of what to say or do in this situation, she looked around cluelessly and attempted to walk away. But before she could take any further steps, Dante reached out and stopped her. Then, just after that, and before any real struggle could ensue between both parties, the sudden, high-pitched voice of another lady behind them interrupted the scuffle. "Aria, did you
When the repetitive banging of Dante's fist against the door became so much louder and difficult for the two friends to ignore, Lyra gasped and blurted, "Now that's got to stop.”Then she hurriedly grabbed the handle from within as she made to open the door with the intent of finally confronting Dante, but Aria's quick, hushed voice from behind made her stop."Don't." She whispered."I'll go instead." She added in the same tone, getting up to grab the handle in Lyra's place while gently pushing her aside.They stared at each other blankly for a while, then Aria gestured with her free hand and voiced in a concerned, knowing tone."He shouldn't be leaving you restless. Go change."Lyra made a sharp, grim face in silent agreement before letting out a little tired sound, pushing her hair up roughly with both hands as she marched unsteadily towards the bedroom with her heels, making knock-knock sounds on the smooth floor.Aria waited for her to leave the sitting room completely before goin
Felix sat awkwardly fiddling with a gray pen on the roundtable as he presided over an urgent board meeting being held in their conference room at the Thompson's Fashion brand headquartersThe atmosphere was tense and uncomfortable, and the faces of the senior board members in attendance were a testimony to that; nobody was smiling, nor was Felix himself. He looked more like someone who had just been dropped amid a pack of wild, hungry dogs.His anxiety was not because this was his first time presiding over such a meeting; rather, it was triggered by the topic that was being discussed. This was also the same reason for the tension in the room; Thompson's company was in a dire strait.Things were falling apart; gross sales were at their lowest since the inception of the company; many of the franchises they had as partners were backing out in large numbers; and the rate of losses was beginning to threaten their ability to pay their staff. "Mr. Felix, this is getting quite serious; our a
Mirabel sat with her legs crossed on the sofa. She was in Grandmother Alessandra's living room, sipping a cup of coffee and gazing straight at the 98-inch flat-screen television hanging opposite her. Her eyelids were barely moving.The focus of her attention for the last few minutes has been the fashion review broadcast being shown on the screen.It had captivated her interest some minutes ago when she heard the reporters mention the name "Johansson White." And how the superstars's recent public appearances have been the reason for the major buzz rocking the social media space for the past few days now.Mirabel, who was not just a big fan of Johansson's movies but had also tried reaching out to her for collaboration in the past, was surprised to see that the actress's public appearance was not just for a regular personal outing; rather, she had gone to another launching event.An event sponsored by another fashion brand like herself; she was partnering with a competitor."What?" She
It was a Sunday morning, and Dante woke up from sleep quite early, which was weird because he had slept late the previous night. He sat up on the bed with his legs half-folded and his eyelids blinking repeatedly as they tried to adjust to the bright light of the central halogen bulb hanging over the room. He rubbed one of his palms over his face and lifted his head slightly upwards to check the time; it was exactly 6:30 a.m. He shook his head and pulled the duvet he had wrapped himself into one side, then he started to shift measuredly from the center of the bed until he got to the edge of the bed. "Gosh." He whispered as he recollected the last set of thoughts he ruminated on the previous night before his mind finally yielded to the call of sleep; every single one of them was about Lyra. His mind has been restless since yesterday evening after the unexpected discovery he made at his office. The stab of shock that had left his face broken into many puzzled pieces after Marcus
Lyra fiddled with the rope in her hand as the air between them became even more tense after her question. Then she turned around and made to leave, taking some steps closer to the door again, but Dante was relentless; he followed her."You're the one I struck a deal with, not Felix." His voice came again from behind."Why not tell me the whole truth about Felix's health?" He continued; his tone, this time, was monotonous and slightly accusatory."You should have told me the whole truth back then. Instead of lying just to get money." He pushed even further in a bid to deliberately trigger her to talk back.Lyra turned around again slowly, and the look on her face fluctuated from tiredness to point-blank boredom, or better yet, both."Yes, I lied." She began softly without switching expressions."But I still stayed at your house, pretending to be your wife, for two years." Then she shook her head before she added,"Stop lifting up dust from the past and just move on."Dante did not le