Jane does not always have the privilege to talk to her mother. Not because her mother wouldn't create time if Jane wanted, but Mrs. Morrison is more of the reserved time. She would rather read the same novel over and over again than sit around talking about things she didn't deem necessary. When she does speak, she speaks, she pours out so much wisdom one wonders if she is human. So on days, Jane gets to talk to her mother, she does appreciate it."Mother, you called?""Yes my dearest, come in, sit with me."Jane walked to her parents' oversized bed and sat beside her mother."How are you doing, dear one?""I am okay maa, work has been good."Her mother had a soft smile on her face as she searched Jane's eyes. "You see happier,"Jane's face reddened. Not because of her mother's comment, but because of who was responsible for making her happy. Marcus. "Thank you," she said."Did I tell you of the most bizarre thing I did when I was younger?" her mother asked. Her eyes had become distan
Cletus swings his chair in his father’s office. He had his father go through the information his investigator got him. He went through it a few hours ago but he didn’t think he could get Jane back on his own, he needed help. From the beginning, he knew he didn’t trust that Marcus guy. He didn’t like the way Jane looked at him, it felt like he was more than the bodyguard she claimed he was so had someone spy on them and always, and he was right. He reread the texts between Jane and Marcus for the 4th time and grimaced. He felt betrayed.“Jane cannot possibly be serious,” He said to his father.“She might be playing him; I do not see what she could possibly see in him. That Jane girl is weird.” His father answered.“Jane can be so naïve, the Marcus guy just wants her money from her, just the way I and any other guy want. Only I would marry her and buy her pretty dresses in return, what could that pathetic bloody servant give her.”Rodriguez Diaz snickered. “Morrison’s daughter is stubbo
"No, seriously Cole I did think of you the whole time," Emily shouted into her phone. After she had dropped Marcus off at work, she spent her day at her friend’s house to do some homework after which she went shopping. She had promised Cole she would be at his house by 7:00 pm and she was almost late.“You didn’t,” Cole mumbled trying to sound sad.Cole blabbed about how he was sure she was lying—which she was.“Oh, crab!” she exclaimed.“What’s the problem?” Cole asked.“I forgot the cookies I baked.” She muttered.“My cookie?”“I am afraid so.” She mumbled“Well, you better go get them.”“You know this is all your fault, I know I should have put them in the car yesterday,” Emily grumbled, turning the car around.“So are you going to get the cake?” Cole asked abruptly alert.”“Yes Cole, do you not want me to get it?”“No, no, you should get it.” He said quickly. Emily heard his abrupt movement in the background.“Here are you going somewhere? I think I heard you start your truck.”“A
Marcus took some aspirin and did his usual morning rituals. He then carefully cleaned the house looking for clues that would lead to those who kidnapped his family. He suspects the same person who had kidnapped Jane was responsible for his missing mother and sister. He cleaned the house thoroughly but didn't find anything. He sat on the couch he sat not up to 42 hours ago with Emily. He missed his sister, he missed her goofy nature. If she were here she would have made any other trouble he was facing lighter. She never comes out to declare her love for him, but she was always there whenever he needed her. Just like she had broken her savings to help me pay for the house rent, just like she had helped him get through his previous breakup, she had always got his back more than any other person he knew. He remembered when she first mentioned Cole, he felt uneasy about his younger sister dating. He had wanted too badly to scrutinise the Cole guy but Emiky had refused to introduce him. "I d
Shots fired! Get down! Don't move! Her driver kept screaming as she lay snuggled between her seatbelt and the leather Bentley seat with her trembling hands wrapped around her ears and her head to the floor. Everything went numb as shattered glass sprayed all over the back seat, some even sticking to her hair. Her hearing was fuzzy as the heavy artillery her supposed assassins used rang out uncontrollably, piercing the unusually serene highway air. The driver kept on swivelling and controlling the car as much as he could with a bullet stuck in his arm and before she could scream, the dark-tinted SUV which was in a hot chase with them ran into the convertible, sending them flying into the woods and ending up stuck in a ditch. She finally made it to her driver who pushed her out of the car signalling her to run. "There she is! Get her! Quick!" The leader of the assassins ordered with a thick British accent as he raised his tattoo-ridden arm in the direction in which she limped off. Hard
Her eyes fluttered open to the sound of beeping machines and her mom beckoned on her to lay back and relax. As soon as her eyelids parted, the bright light sent its fiery gaze glueing them back up. She had to then slowly acclimatize her vision only to discover she was laying down on a hospital bed with a pounding head. She tried moving but the needles attached to her didn't permit it. "Relax. Don't move. I'll call the doctor," said her mom as she rang the bedside phone. "He'll be here soon. How are you feeling?" Mrs. Morrison asked with concern written all over her as soon as she dropped the phone. The doctor walked in on them and started checking Jane's temperature and stuff. He said it was a mild migraine that she was bound to face after being knocked out. "I'm fine. How did you guys come so quickly?" she snapped at her mom immediately after the doctor left, with her face cold as always. "We had just landed in town when we heard the news. I am only grateful to him for steppi
"Goodbye mum," Marcus screamed from the car as he and Emily zoomed off, one to school and the other to his newly found job. He was so determined to show off his professionalism so here he was thirty minutes earlier than usual waiting for the remote-controlled gate to gain him access to the building. This wasn't even the second time he was there, yet the view didn't get old in his memory. As he alighted his truck, a chalet directed him to the security room where the team suited him up and linked him to their radio communications. She finally came out clad in a formal blue lady suit. He thought she would call in sick and unable to make it, but she was balancing on her heels with poise as the clothes clung onto her curves, throwing his hormones into a chaotic tantrum. "Good morning Miss" "It's ma'am to you, and get in," she corrected as they boarded the bulletproof SUV ride. "Damn! She just had to start on a bad foot," he thought as they zoomed off with another vehicle traili
For most of that Friday, Jane remained indoors. Her initial plan was to spend her free day outdoors at some packed bar or driving down to a beach or something, but after breakfast, she had found herself changing her mind at the last moment and retiring indoors to sort out some paperwork that was left over from the previous day.The mansion felt empty and silent except for the beeping notification sound from her phone. Mr. Morrison had stepped out immediately after breakfast to another business trip, promising he would check in on her regularly. She took in a deep sniff of the air and could still perceive his strong masculine cologne still stuck to her after they had hugged goodbye. She knew his absence must have grown on her by now but she couldn't help missing him. Sighing away the growing sadness, returned to burying her face in her laptop screen.Jane's errand in Berlin was a tasking one and as such, she thought it better to use the extra time to do her research, and equip herself w