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LATTON’s phone is continuously ringing. She checks the time on the wall clock. It’s 5 AM. She buried her head in her pillow, but it did not muffle the sound of her phone, she was cursing herself for not putting it in silent mode before sleeping. At first, she doesn’t want to answer it, but the ring irritates her, and what annoys her more is when she remembers she left her phone on the table near her vanity mirror which is far from her bed. She didn’t want to get up, she had two more hours left to sleep and was hexing the person who kept on calling her at this time on a Monday, but after what seemed like minutes of failed attempts to ignore her ringing phone, she stood up and grabbed it. She was about to drop the call but when she saw the caller ID, she instantly snapped back to her senses and answered her phone. "Say something good to me." She says to the person on the other side. "Monaco," the guy on the other line says. Soon, the call was disconnected. The news excites her and tu
DING! DING! DING! The timer reaches the three-minute mark, the loud sound of bells blasts throughout the gym. Lucian sweats profusely as he punches his opponent mercilessly, even with complete gear, the other guy almost loses consciousness, his face is not bloody, but it's swollen. The gym buffs watching their match are shouting at Lucian to stop and when he does not listen, they enter the boxing ring and pin him down to calm him. Lucian’s been part of the gym for almost 6 months now and this is the first time he lost his cool. As this was his first offense and knowing him as a calm person, the owner and the guy that he beat brushed it off and call it a vent match. After being subdued by two burly men, he felt serene and tapped at the men to signal them that he was okay now. The men understood him and let him go. After his outburst, he went to the locker area to apologize to his sparring partner. Ed, at that time, was sitting in front of his locker, his right eye closed and left
LATTON's plane landed at 10:20 AM. She had jet lag, and she was starving, but she couldn’t stop from moving as it might delay her from attending the meeting at C.I. She kept checking her watch and was concerned that she might not make it on time. She turns on her phone, but unfortunately, the battery is drained. With only a backpack in hand, she went to the taxi bay. There was a line, but she didn’t care, and she immediately hopped in the first taxi she saw. At first the driver scolded her and told her to wait in line, but she waved him a load of cash, around $500, 10x more than her fare. The driver's eyes widened, took the money and sped away to her destination. During the ride, she asked for a charger and charged her phone. She tried calling Lucius multiple times, but he didn’t answer. At that time, Lucius was already inside the conference area chatting with other shareholders, and he left his phone in his office. It’s 10:50 AM, and she’s stuck in traffic. She tried calling her fa
THE meeting soon ended. Latton discreetly sent a message to an unsaved phone number then mumbles under her breath, "Do...something..." Mimicking one of the voices on her head. Victor glanced and smirked in her direction, then marched towards her. He extended his hand and said, “Well played.” She shook his hand and responded in a provoking tone, “I’ll be waiting for your next move, Mr. York.” He sneered, “Next time I will get you, and I will be rejoicing with a bottle of wine in my hand.” Her face lit up then she says, “Speaking of wine, you should have brought some. I heard you have a little vineyard in Temecula Valley.” “Yeah, I do have a vineyard. I purchased it a few months ago. How did you know…” He furrows his brows but brushes it off, “I’ll bring some next time.” He then turns his back on her to leave. Feeling wrung out, she sat on the chair and stared at his receding figure, but before he got out of the room, she said in a sarcastic tone, “I’m looking forward to that.” S
IT WAS a gloomy Sunday morning. Albert and Catherine are still in bed cuddling each other, enjoying the cold, dark, and serene weather. Suddenly, Albert’s phone starts ringing. He grunted and blindly searched for his phone on the bedside table, unwilling to open his eyes and look for it properly. Unaware who it was, he answered the call and held it to his ear. He heard a familiar voice on the other line, the voice of a person he wished would never call him. Without letting her finish speaking, he disconnected the call. He sat on the bed and Catherine could sense his uneasiness. She didn’t hear who it was but had an idea who it might be, as there was only one person who could make him feel like that. She leaned for a hug, but he evaded it and went straight to the bathroom to take a cold shower. He stood still as the cold water drenched his body. Wishing that it was just a dream and that the water could wash away the flare of emotions he had inside. Shortly, he got out and sat in front
AFTER the laborious and stressful months due to the Hamilton contract, George set up a company-wide outing with the R. I employees. The event will be held at the end of the month. The day came fast, and a dozen buses lined up in front of the Caldwell Inc. building waiting for the employees to fill the seats. The outing will be held in a resort two hours away from the city. George rented the whole place to maximize all the amenities, like the pool area, spa, sauna and the whole four hectare shore in front of the resort that shows the clean, blue body of water that turns orange during the sunset. They arrived at the location around seven o’clock in the morning and everyone was mesmerized by the beauty of the place. They start gathering their stuff for their rooms. Most employees shared rooms except the managers, the Caldwells, Latton, and Lucius, who had rooms separately located in a more glamorous part of the resort. By eight thirty in the morning, everyone gathered in the dining are
THE night is windy but not cold. The only sound they could hear was the waves of seawater colliding with the sand beneath their feet. There's a hard lump in his throat that he wants to get off but unsure how to do it. He wants to scold her for letting Lucius play with her. He wants to yell at the top of his lungs and ask her what Lucius has that he doesn't, but she beats him to it. "It's funny." "Mmmm." He furrowed his brows and glanced at her with a confused look. "Rumors spread like wildfire, but when it comes to the truth no one bothers to spread it." She paused then smiled at him mockingly. "You see Lucius and I ..." Before she could finish her sentence, or he could ask further, a familiar voice called his name. "Lucian!" Both of them stared at the location of the voice, they saw a tall blond woman wearing a red two-piece swimming suit with a white makeshift skirt made of sarong. His eyes widened, he was not expecting to see her there. "Malena," he mumbles. "So this is
LUCIAN's mind is still eager to know what Latton has to say. He was planning to follow them once he was done speaking to Malena. Meanwhile, Malena is pacing back and forth in front of Lucian. Sensing that his mind was somewhere else, she felt insignificant and she hated it. “Can we go somewhere private?” She asks. “No!” He responded in a cold tone. She gasped, lowered her head and asked, "That girl earlier. Do you like her?" Startled. His eyes widened, cross his arms and respond, "What I feel towards people doesn’t concern you." "That didn’t answer my question." She yells. He ignored her remarks and continued asking. "Why are you even here?" "As I mentioned earlier, I have something important to tell you." Her palms are cold and sweaty. She cleared her throat and began to speak. "I’m here to tell you that… I’m pregnant and you're the father…" He sighs deeply and mumbles while staring at her eyes. He opens his mouth but is unable to form any words. "Say something." She yell