Maren surged forward towards her startled secretary and yanked the envelope from her fingers. She hurriedly pulled out the paper and read through it. “What the fuck is this?” She asked, turning away from the paper. “It's the report from the finance desk which she requested for on paper," Louise asked, utterly confused and terrified by her boss's appearance. "What test result are you talking about, ma’am?” Maren closed her eyes and caressed her temples. “It's nothing, Louise. Get back to your station,” she ordered and Louise turned back to the door but maintained her expression. “You really need to calm down, Maren. Please," Nella begged when they were both sure Louise had left. Maren walked back to her table and placed the paper on it before sinking back into her chair. “Being like this isn't going to solve anything. You know that, right?" Nella added, not knowing what else to do. “You really need to be sound right now. For Nathan" Maren was quiet. Her mind drifted betwee
The car came to a screeching halt and almost ran into the other car in front of it. Maren's eyebrows were furrowed and heavy with anger and fear. She drummed impatiently on the steering wheel as she peeped at the traffic light, which chose the worst time to turn red. Rose, who sat in the back seat, could only steal glances at her boss through the rearview mirror as she knew the situation they were in was half her fault. Maren stepped on the gas as soon as the light turned green, throwing rose back in her seat. She was glad she had learned how to drive a long time ago and not rely on drivers. Keeping her eyes on the road and her mind on her aim, she swerved into an estate and increased the acceleration as it was a straight road. Finally, she turned and brought the car to a halt in front of a massive gate. She watched as a button on the gate turned red and the auto gate began opening…but slowly. She sat in the car, tapping her feet lightly on the gas pedal and fuming as she wa
“Won't you do something about this? William has taken Nathan once and it'll take him nothing to do it again, Alexander.” Alexander was quiet. He just sat in his swaying office chair, flipping through files on his desk. Maren was restless and angry as she paced, waiting for him to say his first word since she entered the office. She stopped and settled herself on the chair on the other side of the table, making him lift his head to meet her weary gaze. “Please Alexander” Dropping the pen he held, he sighed and opened up another file on the table. “This is the compilation of the activities which go on in three of William's companies,” he said, flipping through the documents. Maren watched in marvel and anticipation as a lot of thoughts ran through her mind at once. “Two out of three have secret compartments used in money laundering.” He said and flipped through more pages. "Here contains the statements of victims of unnecessary assaults on workers from one of William's compani
As soon as Maren set foot into her company, the workers reduced their volumes to murmurs and stares. She wasn't bothered, though. It was only normal that they talked about how frightened she could be when the fate of her keeping her son was going to be decided the next day. Head forward and accompanied by just one guard, she got onto the elevator, ignoring the greetings of some workers which she knew were just so they could hear her say something. No matter how much she tried to comfort herself, her mind still drifted to the fear of what might go down the next day at the court and deep down, she prayed that Alexander's plan would work out. She wasn't scared- at least not like before. It was more of an anxiety she felt just as the elevator opened on her office’s floor. “Good morning, ma’am,” Louise greeted as Maren passed by her station. Maren ignored and proceeded forward to her office. “A man is here to see you, ma'am," she added quickly and stood to follow her. "Send hi
"And Mr Blackwood?” ‘Shit! Alexander’ Maren's mind raced. He was so quiet when William broke the news about taking the whole situation to court and why did he tell her about those documents in time? It was as though he felt like it wasn't going to work, so there was no use and had a Plan B… “Ma’am are you okay?" Micheal interrupted, breaking into her thoughts. “Alexander would do no such thing. He was ready to face the judge tomorrow. He had critical evidence that William was a criminal," she blurted. "Mrs Blackwood, I meant his father, Mr Blackwood senior.” Maren's eyes widened slightly in the realisation of what she had just spilled. That file was only going to be released in court, though how it was obtained was illegal and incriminating and now she had unknowingly blabbed about something so confidential. “What was that about critical evidence, ma’am?” “Maren baby. Are you alright?” Mrs Sharppe asked as soon as Maren set foot into t
“I said, Mr Blackwood, that I was told…” "I heard you first time," he interrupted and leaned forward to quench the cigarette in the ashtray. His face was gloomy, as he knew who had disclosed the information. “So, sir, is there a chance I can get my hands on them?” The detective asked. Alexander leaned back into his sofa and scratched his almost bare chin in thought. "Do you have a warrant for this?” "Certainly sir." he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper and showed it to him with bold shoulders. Alexander looked away from it and contemplated. It really wasn't easy getting that information. There was a lot of breaking in, colossal sums of money spent and, of course, torture involved before they could pull it off. “I can't show it to you," he finally said. “Respectfully, sir, that will be flagged as obstruction of Justice if you don't," he said, trying his best to use offenceless words. “What are you now, FBI?" Alexander scoffed "I in fact
"Are you okay, Maren?” Nella asked as she slipped into one of the facial chairs beside Maren. She put down her bag somewhere beside her and almost immediately, a lady came to attend to her. “I'm good, I mean, why wouldn't I?” Maren asked, without looking at her as her face was covered in a facial mask, but she knew it was Nella who had just spoken. "So you're holding up fine?” "Really, Nell?” "I'm just asking. I mean, he was your ex fiance after all and the father of your child,” she said defensively. “I like the fact that you said the word ‘ex fiance’. I don't care if he's the father of my child, I get to choose who'll father my child.” “Ooh, spicy" Nella said, as her legs were placed in a footbath, the mouth she was referring to Maren. “I really don't care what happened to him," Maren added. “Be honest, Maren, you still had feelings for him," Nella said, but Maren remained quiet, so she went on. “If really didn't care about him, you wouldn't have given him a chance
“Well, hi" the newcomer said in a low voice as she sat. Maren raised her head at the sound of the voice and turned to look beside her. “I was thinking you wouldn't come." “You really have the guts to show up here, don't you, Irene? Maren spat but quietly, to avoid attracting attention to herself while keeping her eyes forward and focused on the priest who had begun to speak. He held a shiny Bible and began to speak in a gentle, yet authoritative and audible tone. "Dear friends and family, we gather today to bid farewell to a remarkable individual, William Sinclair. A man of great vision, entrepreneurial spirit, and of course, a man of great leadership…” Maren almost scoffed, but kept it inside of her. As much as she felt sad that he was gone, being beside Irene only reminded her of everything both of them had done and it made some kind of hate grow inside of her again. “Why did you decide to come, you fake ass bitch?" Irene whispered. "At least I didn't go into hiding
Maren was seated on her office chair staring straight at an envelope which stood innocently on her table. When her secretary had brought it in together with other files she had asked for, she really wasn't expecting it to be amongst them. She had put every other thing aside and kept the envelope in the middle of the table and was just staring at it without bothering to break the seal. “god! I acne as soon as you dropped the call,” her mom said as she practically strolled through the door while looking around. "Wow! I haven't been here since your father died. You've really given the place a shine.” “It doesn't still have that sick smell of old documents and work, though.” She added and finally turned to Maren, who had ignored whatever she had said. She walked towards the table and drew out the seat. “What’s the matter?" She asked. “It's arrived," Maren replied and held her own face in her hands. “You haven't opened it yet?" Her mom asked and snatched the envelope from the tab
“I'm going for a DNA test, mom," Maren said, running her fingers around the tips of the glass of wine in front of her. "That seems like the only thing to do right now though” “I'm scared mom" “Why?" her mom asked, as she divided an apple with the golden table knife in her hand. “I mean, I really have no memory of having sex with anyone aside from William. And Irene sounded so serious. I don't think she was lying, Mom." "Well, only a test would prove that at this point.” She lifted a saucer of apples, which were already sliced into chunks, to Maren. “Apple?" Maren looked at the apples and then at her mom. She just told her she was scared that Nathan's mom was a whore and all she could do was offer her apples? She loved her mom, but sometimes her confused emotions in critical times were just annoying. She was the same way when her husband, Maren's dad, died. Mrs Sharppe was indifferent for the first few days after he died. But later on, the grief picked up and began to mourn
"Boys, go play upstairs," Nella said to Nathan and Zack, who had been running around between both women's legs. The boys scurried carefully up the stairs and, as their giggles faded, Nella turned to Maren, hoping to finally have some time to talk to her. They both strolled out the door and onto the compound, which was decorated by short hedges which formed a circle around a horse statue which stood in the middle. “Nice house," Nella complemented, looking around though she knew hers could top it. "I honestly can't believe Alexander consented to our being here. I always thought he was some kind of possessive monster,” she said jokingly. “Well, then there's not much difference between us. I also thought the same honestly,” she said and paused as they got to the end of the path which they were following. "But then, Alexander's suddenly changed. He now cares more and doesn't really bug me if I don't meet the monthly deadline. It's strange but I think I love i
“Alex!” “How are you doing, little man?" Alexander asked, returning the tight hug which Nathan threw to him. “Hey look at me," he urged and Nathan obeyed, breaking the hug. “You missed me, didn't you?" Nathan stared at the ceiling and clasped his hands behind his back as if not wanting to say what was on his mind. “Nooo,” he said quietly, with a goofy smile on his lips. “Now that there is a lie. You're going to tell me you didn't miss big ol’ Alex?” Alexander asked with a pretend frown on his face. “Mmm," Nathan replied, nodding. “Nah, I don't believe that" he said and grabbed Nathan by the waist and buried his head in his stomach as he blew on it, making Nathan laugh out loud while he struggled to pull Alexander's head away from him. “Should I go on?” He asked as he stopped when he noticed Nathan was almost choking from the laughter. “No, go away from me," Nathan said, still giggling. "Oh yeah? How about I just...” "No, stop it Alex,” he said as his tiny fingers s
“What the fuck did you tell Maren?" “What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Irene asked absentmindedly as she put a pot of water on the gas and turned it on. “I demand you tell me what you told Maren, that she refused to speak with anyone.” Irene turned away from him and turned off the faucet to wash some vegetables. He waited patiently, watching her back as she worked. She finally turned to him and placed the bowl on the counter. She raised her eyes to meet his face. “What don't you go ask the bitch herself” she spat and pulled out a knife. “Like I said, she's refused to speak with anyone, plus I want to hear it from the horse's mouth." Alexander sat behind the counter and watched Irene's knife slice the veggies slowly. From where he sat, he observed that her actions were slowed and her face confirmed that she wasn’t okay, with reddened eyelids and bags beneath them. She was quiet, which was so unusual for her and she wasn't scared one bit when she found him in
“You've been quiet ever since you got back from William's burial. What is the problem?” Maren didn't respond. She just sat at the table on her room's balcony, her eyes glued to the screen of her laptop. “What the hell happened that day Maren, talk to me," her mom persuaded, settling into the chair opposite her, placing a cup of tea in front of her. “You turned off your phone after that day and even Alexander hasn't been able to reach you." Maren reached for the cup and lifted it to her lips, making sure to not lock eyes with her mom. She took a sip of the tea and placed the cup in front of her mom, meaning she wasn't interested. Her mom narrowed her eyes at her. “At least if you wouldn't speak, listen to me." Maren still wasn't moved and one could tell that her attention wasn't entirely on what she was doing. “Well, Micheal, the detective was here yesterday while you were busy wallowing in your mind" her mom went on, anyway. "He could get a hold of
"William was sterile, alright?" “What?" “You heard me right, Maren," Irene replied, gritting her teeth. “And you would have known if you had listened to him, gave him a chance to speak” "Stop it Irene, you're messing with me” “Of course, this is the best time for jokes," Irene said sarcastically. "You can't be serious, Irene,” she said almost in a whisper as her voice was beginning to fade from the tears which choked her. Goosebumps traced their way to her brain, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold. “He said you were always telling him how you wanted a child before the wedding and you always seemed so happy talking about it that he never had the heart to tell you he could not fulfil that one wish of yours” "No!” she muttered and staggered back a little, holding herself from doubling over as a tear dropped from her eyes. By this time, everyone around noticed something was wrong, but they didn't seem like they'd come any closer to confirm. Irene didn't care, she continu
“Well, hi" the newcomer said in a low voice as she sat. Maren raised her head at the sound of the voice and turned to look beside her. “I was thinking you wouldn't come." “You really have the guts to show up here, don't you, Irene? Maren spat but quietly, to avoid attracting attention to herself while keeping her eyes forward and focused on the priest who had begun to speak. He held a shiny Bible and began to speak in a gentle, yet authoritative and audible tone. "Dear friends and family, we gather today to bid farewell to a remarkable individual, William Sinclair. A man of great vision, entrepreneurial spirit, and of course, a man of great leadership…” Maren almost scoffed, but kept it inside of her. As much as she felt sad that he was gone, being beside Irene only reminded her of everything both of them had done and it made some kind of hate grow inside of her again. “Why did you decide to come, you fake ass bitch?" Irene whispered. "At least I didn't go into hiding
"Are you okay, Maren?” Nella asked as she slipped into one of the facial chairs beside Maren. She put down her bag somewhere beside her and almost immediately, a lady came to attend to her. “I'm good, I mean, why wouldn't I?” Maren asked, without looking at her as her face was covered in a facial mask, but she knew it was Nella who had just spoken. "So you're holding up fine?” "Really, Nell?” "I'm just asking. I mean, he was your ex fiance after all and the father of your child,” she said defensively. “I like the fact that you said the word ‘ex fiance’. I don't care if he's the father of my child, I get to choose who'll father my child.” “Ooh, spicy" Nella said, as her legs were placed in a footbath, the mouth she was referring to Maren. “I really don't care what happened to him," Maren added. “Be honest, Maren, you still had feelings for him," Nella said, but Maren remained quiet, so she went on. “If really didn't care about him, you wouldn't have given him a chance