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LUCIAN and his father, George, drove to Brass Bistro, a famous restaurant in the city, to meet with Mr. Ripley and talk about the Sierra Project. The father and son duo arrived first and comfortably waited for Mr. Ripley in the VIP room of the restaurant. After 10 minutes of waiting, he arrived with his right-hand man, Kirby Johnson. After exchanging pleasantries with one another, they soon got down to business and started discussing the project. “You see here, Mr. Ripley, we can finish the project ahead of your desired date and apart from that with the hardware and software upgrade we are going to conduct we surely ensure that your company's data processing time will lessen by 50%. Helping your productivity to increase by 30%.” Lucian explains while his father listens to him with a proud smile on his face. Mr. Ripley is amazed at how Caldwell Inc. takes their ideas to the next level and, given the data, he is blown away. “I’m very pleased with your presentation and trajectory. I
LATTON was pacing back and forth in her room and bored out of her mind. She caught a glance of her reflection in the mirror and started talking to herself internally as if seeing three other Latton in her room with her whispering things in her ear. “I’m so bored, what should I do?” “Text him!” “Call him!” “Come on, it’s the 21st century, make the first move.” “Should I make the first move?” “Yes!” “Yes, you should.” The voices in her head sounded like echoes in a huge room. It sounded surreal. A knock brought her back to reality. “Miss, lunch is ready. Do you want me to bring your food here or are you going to eat at the dining area?” The maid asks. “I’ll eat downstairs,” she yells. The maid quickly went downstairs while Latton changed her clothes since she was still in her pajamas. She stared at herself in the mirror again and said, “I should stop talking to myself.” She went downstairs and ate alone at the dining table that could seat 18 people. A situation that has bee
John was sweating bullets while pacing outside the COO's office. This made the office personnel feel uneasy, as if something bad was happening in the company. Jenny, Lucian’s 40-year-old secretary, sees John outside and calls his boss over the phone. "Sir, I don't mean to bother you but Mr. Rowe is outside. He's been walking like a headless chicken for quite sometime now and it's making everyone uncomfortable." “Tell him to get inside,” Lucian responded in a commanding tone. Jenny then opened the door and gestured to John to go inside. She then opens another door that leads to Lucian’s office. John entered the room with every step heavier than the other, heart pounding, blood pumping stronger as he got nearer. “What’s wrong? Why are you walking back and forth in front of my front desk? Is there a problem in the finance department?” Lucian asks while he sits at his desk and stares at his friend intently. “It’s not about work. It’s about…” John paused, unsure how to say it to his fr
SIEVE heard a knock on the door and opened it. She saw an annoyed, tense, and cold man on the other side of the door. She felt that she might have contacted him when he was doing something important and that she should have waited for his text instead of inviting him out of the blue. Despite his cold demeanor, she welcomes him in with a jovial attitude. She stares at him for a while, admiring how he looks good wearing corporate attire the same as when they met in the Imperial Mall, but the one he is wearing today is dark blue. He walks towards the bed and removes his suit jacket and tie. He then took a beer from the mini fridge and drank it in one go. He opened another one and took a sip. He continued to move around the room as if he was not seeing her. This made her a bit uncomfortable, but she did not speak. Instead, she took a beer and made a toast to the bottle he was holding. He glances at her with withdrawn gaze, clears his throat and says, "You wanted to see me?" He asks whi
BLADE can sense her distress and says, "It’s fine if you have 2 phones. I have 2 sim cards, one with personal contacts, the other one is just to contact you. We’re basically the same," he then laughs. This puts her at ease and she stops squirming on the bed. The phone is still ringing and a sick idea enters his mind. He took the phone and he was taken aback by the contact name flashing on the screen. It says “The Devil”. He stares at her and says, “The Devil is calling you”. "Don’t!" She screams while trying to move again. He walked towards her and she could hear the ring getting louder and louder. Her reaction piqued his interest. "Who is it? Who’s the devil?" He asked, his voice with a tinge of bitterness to it. "Is she seeing someone else?" he asked himself. Her face turned pale and she clenched her fist and yelled, "It’s my Dad!" "Ohhh! The real daddy?" He teases her, his words with a tinge of doubt about whether she’s telling the truth. He grins eerily, took the whipped cr
BLADE grins at her eerily. It sends shivers down to her spine that the hair on her arms and legs starts rising, emphasizing the texture of her skin. “This is a cashmere shirt and this is my favorite pants,” he says to her with a low husky voice and darkened gaze. “I’m going to whip the shit out of you!” He whispered while removing his clothes. It sounded like a grave threat rather than lustful foreplay. He then proceeded to hit her for the next 15 minutes. He started at her face, hitting her on both sides of her cheeks. Leaving them reddening, pounding, and swollen. She gasped and began to sniff as tears started to form in her eyes. He held her face tightly then demand in a sadistic tone, "Show me your tongue." Helpless. She opened her mouth and offered it to him. He leaned towards her, and gently pushed his tongue into hers. She moans softly, as he rubs his tongue into hers. Soon his gentle kiss turned to lecherous torture when he bit her lower lip till it bled. She wails in agony
“HAHA HAHA HAHA HA,” Sieve is laughing maniacally as she enjoys watching the stand-up comedy that was broadcast on TV. Blade was staring at her with caution. “Why is she laughing, it's not even funny?” He thought to himself. She notices the way he stares at her. She stops laughing and looks at him intently with a blank expression. He was startled for a bit at the sudden change in her demeanor, but stood his ground and stared back at her. She then tilted her head then asks, “Do I scare you?” “No! But you're weird. I can give you that.” He explains as he puts the pillows between them as if he wants to build a wall. She smiles at him and crawls slowly to his side of the bed and whispers to his ear, “I want some dessert.” “Here!” He responded and handed her the hotel menu. Her brows furrowed, then she pushed the menu away and took the whipped cream from the bedside table, then sat on his abdomen. She stares at him then continues to spray the whipped cream on his bare chest and star
BLADE went inside the bathroom to take a shower while she remained on the bed to rest. Her whole body aches, red lashes on her front and back. Despite that she feels good, she feels alive, she feels that she made the best choice of her life when she met him that night. Her cheery mood suddenly changes to a hint of sorrow as she glances at the calendar on the bedside table. It's already September. By October, she will no longer see him. By October, she will be married to Thomas Sinclair. Her eyes reddened, and she clenched her fist till her nails dug deep into her skin. The sound of an opening bathroom door catches her attention and immediately hides her emotion. She sees him fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping, a towel barely covering his lower body. He took the other towel and used it to dry his hair. He then sat on the bed next to her. She moved close to him and took the towel and helped him dry his hair. He blushed but did not show it to her. "This feels nice," he though