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Mixed Signals Discovery
Richard sat with their company's lawyers, uncomfortable even with the air conditioners blowing like hell from all angles in the conference room. His conscience was eating at him and he had picked up his phone to check up on Jackie multiple times before remembering that he didn't even have her digits. He didn't want to bother Regina for them and Kris was prepping for her flight come the following day. The stuffy lawyers had arrived late after all and the meeting had actually begun an hour later. He had sat for four hours, hating himself for refusing Jackie. He had not believed the excuse she had given; he had hurt her and she had cried. He was worried about her, what she could do when she was upset. She had paused with the drugs for a bit, at least from what he could tell when he was around but now that she was rolling with those junkies again.... "Mr Rossi, are you with you? This is the fourth time you are spacing out. Is anything the problem?" Leroy, their head lawyer wanted to know
Mixed Signals Envy
"Mother, are you absolutely sure that Father's signature was on that document?" Kristin asked again and again, packing her room endlessly. Her father had bypassed her and named Jacqueline as the heir to his share of the ownership of Petals after all she had done to please him. "It was. It was his signature. Oh, God, how could Peter make such a decision without seeking my opinion? He called Richard but not me, not his wife who has been there for him through thick and thin." Regina broke down in tears, dunking her head on the table before her. Her shoulders shook with emotion and she wept bitterly. Kristin comforted her, massaging her shaking shoulders gently. "You need to take it easy, Mother. You have cried so much these past few days. You need a clear head to figure out what to do next." Regina got up all of a sudden and straightened her clothing. Her perfect face was streaked with tears but she remained the epitome of graceful womanhood. The bun on her hair was still fastidiousl
Mixed Signals Changes
"Hello, who is this?" Richard basked in the sound of her voice for a while. She sounded sleepy, her smoky voice enhanced in the process. He could almost imagine her, stretched across a bed, her long legs scattered every which way, the same with her long, blonde-white hair, her phone plastered to her ear. No matter how disorderly that picture would look like, he still longed to see it. "Hello? Who the hell is this?" she yelled, her shriek tearing through his imagination. She looked at the phone to know if she had cut the call without realizing. "Um? It's me," he replied stupidly. She is just a girl, he chided himself, slapping his forehead. Jacqueline sat up on her bed, yawning widely. She had fallen asleep, reading Pride and Prejudice and had slobbered all over the novel. "Mr Rossi? Is that you?" Richard did not know what pleased him more: that she did not cut the call on him or that she had instantly recognized his voice though over the phone. "It is. I was calling to know if y
Mixed Signals Moving On
The main lights of the library were dimmed but she could see the outline of a figure sitting at the front desk. Was that the librarian? she wondered. If she was caught by the authorities, it could spell doom for her. Perhaps there was an alternative way in but how would she know? The only other time she had been in that library was to collect a mandatory college library card which she had never had cause to use. "Hey, you! I see you. Over here," the person at the front desk called to her. Jacqueline stopped in her tracks. The voice sounded young and somewhat famuliar, like someone of her age but voices could be deceiving. Nevertheless, she made her way to the person, prepared for anything except the person she found in the chair: Camille Cage. Camille was like a doppelganger of Kristin, just less rich and famous. She was beautiful and yet so vain that she admonished everyone to call her CeCe (C.C) or so she had heard. She always had As and Bs but it had been generally assumed that
Mixed Signals Queen Regina
Leroy Gamble tapped lightly on his laptop, searching for information. He had been up all night. The lawyer whom Peter had created that document with had been hard to get hold of. It seemed like the man was trying not to be found. He had asked Rossi for the lawyer's phone number but Rossi didn't have it. In fact, Richard had barely participated in the contract; he was just a witness. It had all been Peter's idea, Peter's whole drama put together. "Luke Martinez," Leroy recited repeatedly as he scrolled down with his mouse. The search engine gave over a million individuals going by that moniker, only adding to Leroy's headache. He was an intelligent man though and had studied Law and Criminology as his minor. He tried to recollect everything Rossi had told him about this mysterious lawyer: "Peter met with me a year ago in Omar during vacation...we had a lawyer write up the documents contained in that binder...." Omar.... Quickly, Leroy erased his search log and retyped: Luke Martinez
Mixed Signals Ambrosia
Donovan slowed down as he got into the gates of Petals Pharmaceuticals and Cosmetics. Throughout the short journey, he had kept stealing glances at his mistress. She seemed too serene that it was scary. For days, she had refused to see anyone and now all of a sudden, she wanted to visit Petals? Very suspicious indeed "We are here," he said, for lack of words. "I can see that," she lightly rebutted, "Wait here till I return. I won't be long." Donovan scrambled out of the car to open her door but she beat him to it, pushing open the side door of the Lamborghini. He felt embarrassed at his incompetence and hung his head in shame. She barely took notice, walking past him to the great doors of Petals. The security at the gate had let her in out of familiarity but she did not know the doorman. "Aren't you going to let me in....Steve?" She inquired, reading from his worker's ID card. "Good day, Mrs Torres. I am deeply sorry to tell you this, ma'am but you can't come in without a worker'
Mixed Signals Left Behind
The flight to Alaska was delayed at the airport for a few hours due to an unforeseen stormy weather. Leroy was frustrated and mopped at the sweat running down his chin with a scented handkerchief. He had called his contact, Foss, who had assured him that Luke Martinez was home at his apartment in Alaska. He had decided not to call him previously so as not to scare him away but as the weather worsened, he had no other alternative. He couldn't let him get away but something still troubled him. Luke Martinez was a registered state attorney so why was he trying not to be found? Who was he hiding from? Leroy had thought about it all week but could not come up with anything solid. Obviously, someone was either blackmailing him or perhaps his life was under threat. He took out his phone but there was no reception where he stood. "Stupid signal, stupid storm!" he cursed and tried to move around but he still had a flat bar. He glanced behind him, where equally frustrated passengers stood, r
Mixed Signals Moving On
Richard watched the news from the safety of his office. His office, he mused, almost hilariously. About a year ago, he was in the beachy wonderland of Hawaii, exploring the land, flirting with natives and trying new recipes. Now he was sitting in a mammoth office, stamping and signing file after file. The rain had begun a while ago and since he hated driving in the rain, he could not go home either. Home? Where was home? He had been a nomad for too long, never staying in a place long enough to develop any roots or relationships that would keep him in a place. Jacqueline had been right: he was a hopeless playboy with just enough money to back himself up. He and Peter had emerged from wealthy families and the best schools but choosing to be independent, Petals was born. It was just like yesterday when he and Peter had cracked open bottles in honour of their new venture. Regina was pregnant with Jacqueline then and bitter as ever, courtesy of her erratic hormones. When Jacqueli
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