"Good afternoon Director Carlson," Cindy greeted with a shaky voice."Yeah, good afternoon Cindy. Are you alright?""Rose just got into an accident. I'm at the hospital right now so I will send the address to you after the call."When Carlson heard the news from the other end was stunned.'Rose had an accident?'"How? What happened? We still spoke about Daisy this morning and she even got into a fight with me. How is that?" Carlson was so shocked and bewildered that he asked so many questions at the same time."I don't know," Cindy sniffed and Carlson heard her do that.Her voice was so low and aggrieved as she continued saying, "She was run into by a motorcycle and they were both brought to this hospital. I mean Rose and the cyclist. If not, I would haunt him down and have him pay for what he did to Rose.""Even still, I'll still make sure he pays," she added through gritted teeth.Her other hand which was not holding the phone was clenched tightly into a fist and even her veins were
In Australia's National Assembly Room was a political meeting going on. It is a large Imposing space with high ceilings and elegant decor with the walls panelled in dark wood, with large, ornate windows that let in natural light.The large room had a long, polished table adorned with microphones, pens, and notepads, surrounded by high-backed chairs, giving it a regal and formal appearance. On these highbacked chairs were men of authority in Australia. Political men of authority. James Johnson the prime minister was sitting on the head seat, the sit typically reserved for the highest-ranking official or the host of the meeting.There is also a large projector in the room. The room is also equipped with state-of-the-art technology to facilitate communication and decision-making among these country's leaders.Overall, the National Assembly Room exuded power, and sophistication, befitting the high-level discussions and decisions that normally take place within the walls.James Johnson, t
Wesley, sitting comfortably in his office, his eyes fixed on his phone screen, read through the news articles and the hate-filled comments that accompanied them. Unknown to him, his expression shifted from time to time, reflecting the range of emotions he was feeling at that moment.At first, he seemed calm and collected, his eyes scanning through the words on the screen with ease. But as he read deeper into the comments section, a slight look of frustration and anger crept onto his face. His brows furrowed, and his lips pressed tightly together as he read particularly venomous comments."Weren't these people her fans? Did they not used to be her fans?" he could not help but mutter as he asked no one in particular. Now that she made a mistake even though they're oblivious to the fact that she was set up, did it still have to get to this?Suddenly realising something, his eyes narrowed with a mix of disbelief and disgust, and he shook his head in disapproval.'Can these whole internet
Andrew chuckled and looked Edward straight in the eye. "I'm not here to judge you," he said quietly. "And I also don't mend in affairs of unfaithful people except if I've got to get something out of it.""You feel guilty or not, you and I know I can use this info to mess with you. And believe me when I said I've been recording right from the start."When Edward heard this, he shut his eyes in frustration, then reopening his bloodshot eyes, he looked straight at Andrew."What the fuck do you want?"Andrew simply chuckled."Why did you leave Daisy to suffer from all that criticism when you yourself have your own skeleton in your cupboard? Why are you making yourself seem so righteous when you're not?"Edward was baffled before asking with a surprised expression, his eyes widening in shock, "What are you to Daisy? She doesn't know about this right?""We don't know each other," Andrew answered straightforwardly and only then could Edward breathe out a relieved sigh."So here is what I wan
It was evening already and gradually, the world would plunge into darkness.The secret underground basement was a labyrinth of narrow corridors and dimly lit rooms, a place where the air hung heavy with the stench of misery. The walls were lined with rusted chains and shackles, ominous reminders of the unspeakable horrors that had taken place within those walls. It is within these walls the Lady from the Coasters carries out her unsightly activities. The walls where the doors can't be opened unless she does. The place where the masks and the coasters originated.In the main room is a lady lying motionlessly on a flat iron table, her skin pallid and cold to the touch. The table is stained with dark, dried blood, and various instruments of torture and dismemberment are scattered haphazardly about the room.The table itself is a grotesque sight, its metallic surface warped and dented from years of use. It is clear that this is no ordinary table, but rather a crude device designed for one
"It's been a really difficult time for me and Daisy. I'm writing this post very early in the morning because I just can't sleep. I need to tell everyone what's really been going on.A few days ago, on our anniversary night, something terrible happened. Daisy was set up. She was lured into a situation where she was made to look like she was cheating on me. It was all a setup, and it wasn't her fault at all.I feel so responsible for not being able to protect my woman from something so terrible. Daisy is the most amazing person I know, and to see her being dragged through the mud like this is just heartbreaking.I want to plead with all the netizens and everyone who has been criticizing her to please stop. Daisy is innocent. She did not cheat on me. She loves me, and I love her.Investigations are currently going on regarding the issue to fish out the bad people who set her up. We hope that justice will be served and that Daisy's name will be cleared.In the meantime, I just want to ask
Outside the guest room, Wesley stared down at the white sheet of paper in his hand which had some of Daisy's details scribbled on it, her address especially.Since he already has her phone number, he took out his phone from his pants pocket and scrolled through his call log before dialling a number. Since yesterday, when he called her and her dad, had suddenly shouted that way before the call dropped, he had not stopped wondering and worrying about what could have happened.In fact, it had made him think late into the night till he fell asleep. He had kept on refraining from calling again since her dad had mentioned yesterday that she wasn't in the right state to talk to anybody. Even that alone is enough to make him know that Daisy is currently not doing fine.Truth is, Wesley is still yet to figure out that he is always getting too worried about her. He is aware of the fact that he's been worrying about her these days and he always justifies that with the fact that he is in one way
Even still, Daisy could not help but still feel upset.Isn't she also a victim? But even still, everyone is criticising her for cheating on her boyfriend even on her anniversary night, without hearing her own side of the story."Why are you calling me?" Daisy was obviously not planning to cool down hence she asked with gritted teeth.Wesley did not know what to say.'Why was he calling her?'Yeah, he was calling her cause he wanted to know if she's fine and all. Or... no, he pretty much knows she's not fine which kind of got him worried.But, will he admit that? NoWill he tell her that? No!Daisy was now feeling extremely upset"Don't call me ever again?" She warned then without waiting to hear anymore thing from him, she hung up directly.Wesley was stunned. He honestly was not expecting that response or reaction from her.Like how is he in the wrong now? How is any of these his fault?The whole ordeal felt like a slap on his face."And who does she think she is?" He scoffed.Decidi