"How long have you and Cameron been together?" Gran Williams asked me. We were together in the kitchen clearing the dishes and cleaning up the room, after having a mouth-pleasing breakfast. "A few months now" I said to her. She smiled at my response, placing the dishes where they ought to be. Moving to the other side of the room, she began. "I haven't known him to take interest in a girl as much as he does you" "Tell me sweetie, what are your charms?" She chuckled. I flashed a smile at her, grabbing some plates and taking them over to the other side. "Don't get your dress wet, Nia" She called out. Her figure soon drew nearer, taking the plates away from me, while tapping my shoulders lightly. With a soft sigh escaping her lips and wrinkled eyes staring at me, she began. "You're a beautiful girl, Nia. And I hope your heart is just as beautiful as you are" "Cameron's taking in much interest in you. Him bringing you here justifies that........ I can tell he loves you. And I b
Holding the long sheet in my hands, following the directions which I was given, I moved over to the halls which my dorm room rested in. Moving through the halls with my luggage held in hands, I peered at the numbers written on each door, trying to locate the room I was in. 1201, I finally located it, easing the stress and pain I had gone through for minutes of moving through corners going into halls, searching. I pulled my luggage with me, moving closer to the door, and pushing it open as I drew near. I heard a shriek from someone, and looking up to see it was, my jaw dropped. Stood there, was Arabella, a luggage on the other bed, while she unpacked her things. "Nia!" She called immediately, running over to hug me with a smile on her face. "Please tell me, you're my roommate" She begged. I nodded at her, pulling her in once more for a hug. "Thank God!" She breathed. "Was scared they would make me room in with a weirdo" She uttered. "What are you doing here?" I asked her, fe
Holding the long sheet in my hands, following the directions which I was given, I moved over to the halls which my dorm room rested in. Moving through the halls with my luggage held in hands, I peered at the numbers on written each door, trying to locate the room I was in. 1201, I finally located it, easing the stress and pain I hand gone through for minutes of moving through corners going into halls, searching. I pulled my luggage with me, moving closer to the door, and pushing it open as I drew near. I heard a shriek from someone, and looking up to see it was, my jaw dropped. Stood there, was Arabella, a luggage on the other bed, while she unpacked her things. "Nia!" She called immediately, running over to hug me with a smile on her face. "Please tell me, you're my roommate" She begged. I nodded at her, pulling her in once more for a hug. "Thank God!" She breathed. "Was scared they would make me room in with a weirdo" She uttered. "What are you doing here?" I asked her, f
I looked up to Arabella's figure peering at me, while I laid on my bed, attending to my projects. "I'm not going" I uttered to her, turning back to focus on my schoolwork. "Oh, come onnnnn" She drawled "Arabella, you don't even know the person throwing the party" I stated"It's prolly some guy from college. Who cares? Everyone's attending" She replied. "It's gonna be fun, Nia" "Is it a frat party?" I questioned. "Oh no, it's not" She uttered immediately. "It's just a random guy who sent a calling out for everyone to come partying" "It's only two blocks away, Come on" She said to me. "Trust me, Arabella. I'm not boring, but- I began. "Well, your actions say otherwise" She joked.I threw a hardcover book her way, which she ducked right in time, while chuckling at me. "We haven't done anything thrilling since we got here, Nia" She uttered in a serious tone, moving over to sit on my bed. "You want thrills?" I asked. "You know what I mean" She replied immediately. "We wouldn'
"Arabella!" I screamed at the top of my voice, searching everywhere in the party, trying to find her. My mind raced, knowing she was last seen with those guys who came up to us. Where on earth could she be? "What's up hunny?" A guy called at me, while I forced my way through the crowd of bodies. Moving over to the other parts of the building where the party was been held, I found people in corners talking, drinking, some even making out, despite being surrounded by a massive crowd. Every corner you turned to, you'd be met with one thing or the other. I came to realize that College was nothing like high school. In fact, it's best described as the opposite of High school, composing of different people, crazy, intolerant, Calm, weird, Scary. Rounding a corner, I saw a group of people, sniffing coke from a wide table, while being cheered on by people around. It was like a contest being held, with people deciding who could inhale the most. Some betting on the other end, others jus
A loud shriek escaped my lips at the sight of Ashley stood on her bed, dancing to the loud music blasting from her speakers. "Nia!" She called my name, Snatching a robe from her closet and wearing it over her body. Quickly turning down the volume of the music, she came over."Didn't know you would arrive now" She uttered. "Well, do you want me to leave?" I asked immediately. "Of course not!" She snapped. I couldn't believe I had taken a ride all the way from my school down to UCLA, all just to see Ashley. Her persuasion had brought me here. She specifically made it clear that she didn't wanna go to the same school as Cameron. Not even Jordan. She decided to be far away from everyone and do her thing herself. "I've missed you" Ashley murmured, squashing me into her embrace and pulling me to take a seat on the bed. "Mason just left a few hours ago" She said to me. "He's the sweetest, Y'know" "I'm totally in love with him, Nia" "He's got the cutest eyes, and a beautiful smile a
Third person POV…Out in the halls of USC, laid in one of the dorms was Cameron, his eyes focused forward at his friends who had come visiting unannounced. They stopped by with bottles of liquor, sprawling the whole room with items they brought. "We didn't see you at the spot today. Why?" Ryder, a friend of Cameron's asked. He had one leg placed on a table, while the other rested on the floor. "Just didn't feel like turning up" Cameron responded in a low voice. He was laid shirtless on his bed, with his arms folded across his face, while he filled his head with random thoughts. "Hence, the reason why we came over here to make you feel more like yourself" Ethan spoke, walking through the door with a crate of beer. A smirk appeared on Cameron's face as he sprung to his feet, grabbing a cup, while filling it up with liquor. "Most times I hate you guys" He said. "The feeling's mutual, dude" Wess replied, getting up from a couch which was by a corner of the room. Their chatter an
I stepped into the open gardens, the venue of Jordan and Cara's wedding, with Arabella at my side, we moved forward to take a seat, waiting patiently for Cara to walk down the aisle. Guests were already gathered, family, well-wishers and even some maids of the Williams mansion moved around making sure everything was going well. I saw Denna at a corner, talking to some people, being attentive to them while they ordered for her to get some things done. Turning around and locking eyes with me, she flashed a smile my way, waving and then moving away, doing as she was told. "Are you okay?" I said to Arabella. "I'm fine" She responded in a low voice. "You sure?" "What if Mrs Williams sees me?" She uttered to me immediately. "There are a lot of people here. She wouldn't wanna take chances ruining this bliss, Arabella" "Just calm down" I spoke to her. My eyes rested on Jordan who walked in with some guys acting as Groomsmen, all moving forward towards the priest to take their place
"We can't let you through ma'am" My eyes were found gaping at the form away, holding onto such hostile air which exhumed from the fellow. "Sorry, what?""Mr. Holden has requested he best be left alone...He has informed us not to let anyone in" He clarified. "I work for him......at the company" My words barely had little effect on the man away, as that smug scowl still rested on his lips, with eyes holding a haze of trauma, and brute."We're gonna have to ask you to leave, young lady" He followed at once, motioning for me to step away. "It's important I see him, Sir" "You have to leave, Miss" "It's urgent" "I'd hate to repeat myself" "Come on!" My arms flung in the air, exasperation claiming the most of me."Ma'am, Please. You're creating a scene" My jaw had dropped without warning at his choice of words, eyes gaping on at him. "I'm creating a scene?" The scoff left my lips, gaze peering at that profile. "If you don't mind me asking, what's the name?" "Carl" He followed wit
And here we were, forms centered on the office floor, with burnt cig ashes littered over the marble tiles, while the sound of my laughs poured out into the room. "I'm telling you, Jane. I found myself mopping floors with my garments, all in sakes of bringing food to my mouth" Spoke Louis. "It was a hectic one, Jane" "Life never is easy" "Not in a million years would I believe you come from such home, so raggedy, even to an extent of being feasted by rats" I called in a low voice. "Oh, not just the rodents, Jane" He whispered. "Even the roaches and snakes took abode in our home, and only then did it hit me, that I wasn't living. Not until I got the comfort I sought, the peace......and the joy" He called in a low voice. "One never is serious, not until they get a push" He let out. "Mine came about, at the height of the poverty that feasted my heart. That, Janet Parker, was my turning point, and my snap to work" "What is yours?" Those eyes searched through mine, words hitting my
The reception received upon my entry into Cigg Holdings, was beyond exceptional, I tell you. Each one of the people bore smiles on their face, with eyes beaming on at me, their arms opened up to receive me, at this point, I was made to believe there was something else to the occasion. Could I have turned so important overnight. "Oh, please. Don't get the poor lady, startled" The calm voice of Mr Vettriano soon took the space, with his figure coming right into view. "We can save the cheers for when eventually she takes office" He chuckled, with hands reaching out to take mine. "I hope" He added in a low voice. "Miss Parker, I long awaited your visit" He stepped aside, motioning for me to step into the elevator before him. Those eyes watched me keenly. Holding onto to every slight movement I gave, with a look of glee I still couldn't decipher."I'm sorry, I couldn't meet up on time" My voice was low, eyes watching his fingers set the elevator to the last floor. "Nonsense, Jane"
"Why do you look ravishing today, Miss Parker?" My eyes had snapped to the form of Susy proceeding into the office, hands holding onto a paper bag."Why?" I followed with confused eyes peering on at her."You look beautiful, not to lie" That certainly must be a lie,m, cause I believe looked just the way I felt, and I can tell you I didn't feel so good.Saying I was tired, was merely an understatement. I was utterly drained, completely knackered as one would say. "I gotta tell you, Susy. When a lady hears how beautiful she is, she flushes not because she actually is beautiful, it's because it helps boost her confidence" "If I do look beautiful, then I must go on being stressed, cause I can't tell what's changed with me. But stil, thank you for that" I saw a smile creep up her lips, eyes beaming on at me."No, thank you. Miss Parker" She fell silent, eyes only watching me carefully, and next came the same Susy I was familiar with. "Miss Parker" Her voice was soft, gaze never lea
"Become a manager at Cigg. Holdings"Those words still rolled around my head, despite it being days since Louis had stepped here. Me? A manager to one of the top companies in the state, if not the best. What exactly did I know about managing such huge business?But I tell you, Louis was one to think otherwise. In fact, he deemed me the best match to head such organization. Now, why would that be? I still couldn't figure out, all i found myself re-living, were his utterances. This was massive. It spelt a new path in my life. Me heading such organization as Louis' was bound to change all about me. And I mean that in every good way. My life was to change for good. But why me? What exactly did he mean by his interest piqued in getting familiar with my character? What character exactly? If anything I was an utter mess. A sore one. Why then did Louis Vettriano choose to come to me with such offer that just was irresistible. "Jane"I was snapped at the sound of that voice, eyes comi
"My life's only a rollercoaster, Tara" My figure had crashed right onto the couch, taking the space next to her form. "A rough ride it is" I could feel her eyes scanning my profile, no words coming from the girl away. At once I had snatched the heels off my feet, sinking my legs onto the plush carpet, and I tell you, the feel that rushed through was just every comfort I sought. "Can you believe Louis Vettriano stopped by the office today. The life had soon rushed back to me, with every delight filling my gaze, while those words stumbled out my lips. "He was there to offer me a job, Tara. A job!?" "He offered to make me his manager"The eyes of Tara only watched me while I went on. She had barely made an utterance, that gaze only remained intent on my form. "I'm entirely lost, Tara" My voice was low, eyes faltering. "Whatever do you think I should do?" "Okay, that's enough, Jane!" Followed the voice of Tara, figure tearing off the couch at once. "You put up with this every now
"There are a lot of things left for one to behold in this world, Miss Parker" My gaze shifted to the form of Louis, ears perked, at each word that came tumbling out his lips. I dare not be distracted. He had so managed to earn my undivided attention effortlessly, with eyes watching him, watching every slight movement he gave."You, Miss Parker, are an exceptional lady, I must say"He waved at the lady behind the counter, calling for her to return with the cups of coffee he had ordered minutes ago. I gaped on like I was caught in some sort of trance. Perhaps, I was. For it be the fact that this man wasn't on my TV screen, or the page of some magazine held between my fingers. No, no, no. Louis Vettriano was sat right before me. Far away from Holden Inc. we were. For some reason, he had decided to take me to the café right down the street, prepared to make his business known. I soon caught sight of the lady approaching, hands bearing a tray holding the cups of coffee, Mr Vettriano
"Miss Parker?" "Miss Parker!" I jolted at the voice which deemed it fit to ruin the peace that had taken a hold of me.Oh, the calm I had found myself in, now altered by whoever that form was that had now waddled into the area. It was merely five minutes gone that I was found basking in every serenity that came with the office space, mind lost in thoughts, having its own wandering, when that voice came stumbling in, altering a moment that I felt was just irredeemable. "Miss Parker!" "What is it, Susy!?"Believe me I tried my best to remain calm, I pinched myself to, but the incessant call of my name, by a girl whom I had been direct in sending downstairs, to fetch nothing in particular, just to evade her babbles, for as peaceful as five minutes could be, soon got me snapping to her, eyes taking in her form. She paused at my outpour, eyes shifting through the room for a minute, and at once her eyes lit up, figure pulling closer to mine. "There are some people downstairs, request
I let the form of Tara crash into my hands, a low grunt pouring out her lips upon the impact of our figures.She had bruises all over. With eyes still holding onto the fear that had caught her half an hour ago, there still remained patches of blood on her lips. "I'm sorry" My voice wavered, eyes pulling her even tighter to myself. "I'm sorry, Tara" She barely made an utterance, instead, her grip on me only tightened, body relaxing in mine. "Janet Parker?" Came the voice that managed to pull our figures apart. "I'll need you for questioning" I stared at the middle-aged man before me, eyes holding onto the same joy it held, while he burst into our house, tackling George to the ground. He had smacked him repeatedly, holding a gun to his face, and in all of his glory, he tore a cuff out, placing it on the wrists of the man who would have been my murderer, if they hadn't arrived just in time. "I'm Officer Thawne" "Your friend will be attended to by the paramedics. In the meantime,