Laura Weeks had passed since Jason had become the majority owner of Hextec, so he had made some drastic changes to the company, such as moving the company's facilities to Manhattan and giving me the position of chief executive of the company. “This company is more yours than mine; I don't see who
Laura “From the security cameras, Miss Annie went towards the gym, and then no one saw her again,” said the principal of the school Annie attended. I had just called them to see if my daughter was there but got a negative response. “We are responsible for the care of your daughter; if she has disap
Laura The room was a dark, dimly lit place, the furniture was rustic, and there were hunting artifacts on the walls: a stuffed fagot's head hanging on the wall and a long, old shotgun that I was hoping was just a decoration. Annie was sitting at the table with a scared and lost look. When she saw m
I gasped, hearing Annie whimpering in fear in front of me, breaking my heart. “Look at the mess you made here, Laura. For God's sake,” he said, taking a towel and wiping up the spilled wine on the table. “Will I always be cleaning up your mess? Why can't you take care of yourself alone? Honestly,” h
Suzy I hadn't gone home that night. As I staggered back to the car with the two heavy bags of money, I stood there watching Richard drive his expensive car with the poor child in the back. I thought for a while at that opportune moment that it would be wiser if I drove to my apartment, grabbed my
“Your friend Clary called me; is it true that you are pregnant?” A voice nervously asked. “Did Clary call you?” I asked in response, shocked. Why had she called Terrence and told him that? “She said you need money and are willing to sell this child to me in exchange for good fortune,” he explain
Laura “If you want to hit someone, hit me and not her,” I challenged him with my eyes still in fury still holding his arm. I wasn't going to let anyone hurt my daughter, not when I was still breathing. “You bitch!” He yelled at me and slapped me hard across the face, so hard that he knocked me to
“I will give you anything you want, but please let me have my daughter,” I begged again. I couldn't bear to hear my daughter crying, not really. He clicked his tongue as if it wasn't relevant to him. “She's a tantrum child, soon she'll stop crying and go to sleep,” he said, dismissing my request.