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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
Mixed Signals Game On
Leroy Gamble sat in his Camaro, wondering how it all went wrong. Luke's cell wasn't going through anymore and the signal was still shitty."I had him, by God, I had him, exactly where I wanted him! Only for the flight to take off without me. Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" He banged his fist repeatedly against his steering wheel angrily. There was nothing for him to do now except to go home and raid his beer cellar. Maybe he would finally smoke that joint he had saving for rainy days. Even lawyers needed a good high once in a while. His car felt stuffy and he felt like taking his frustration out on something or someone. He pushed open his car door and stumbled outside. His reckless movement sent pangs of pain to his knees, reminding him of his age. Once in a while, his 48 years of age popped out of its hiding place, punishing him for overexerting his body. Evie would have to put up with his cramps all night long.Suddenly, his phone rang. He was reluctant to pick up, assuming it to be F
Mixed Signals Meet Richard
It was their annual company summer party and the hall was packed with people from all walks of life. It was not supposed to be a formal party as the theme was Legends and Myths but white collar people could make things seem uptight all the time. The co-owners of Petals Cosmetics and Pharmaceuticals were the chief hosts of the get-together though the public face of the company, Mr Peter Torres, was more appreciated. His partner was barely known to any, as he spent most of his time on the road, traveling the world. "Mr Torres, may I just say how lovely this party is? Everything looks well put together. You must give me the contacts of your event planner," Lady Carletta praised, looking here and there. "She probably wants everyone to notice her new diamond necklace," Regina, Peter's wife whispered to her eldest daughter, who tittered into her palm. "Thank you, Carletta but it was my darling Gina who did all the planning. Maybe you should talk to her about it. I'll give you ladies s
Mixed Signals Trouble On The Roof
Amidst the welcome hugs and handshakes, Richard managed to get away for a while. He craved a cigarette and acting all nice took a great toll on him. He made his way up to the roof after giving Lauren up to good company. It was good to be back, yes, but he ached to be back on the road. He was technically a nomad with no roots, no attachments to anyone. He flipped open his lighter. "That thing will rot your lungs and you don't want that," a voice warned from a corner of the roof. He snapped the lighter close and chuckled. This was a saucy one; he had to be careful with them. "And what if I do?" An elegant shoulder shrugged nonchalantly. "It's your funeral. Go ahead." The voice had a smoky undertone to it that reeled him in. She was not facing him but he wanted to see her face badly. She had a curvy body and a tiny waist from what the jean overalls would let him see. "Don't come any closer. I know very good jiu-jitsu and the fall down here leads a slow but painful death," she col
Mixed Signals Memories
"Jacqueline! Come over; we want to take a picture," her mom called out and she nodded absently. She skulked over to where her sister and mother were standing among other family relatives and friends. Most of them resembled likenesses of vultures and crows in black and Jacqueline chuckled under her breath. These days, it was a blessing to laugh, even just a little. She thought of calling down her friends but gave up that thought immediately the camera went off. Moreover, she didn't want anyone lecturing her friends or her at this funeral. She was headed back for her rock when she heard his voice, wafting through the air: "Gina darling, I am so sorry I couldn't get here earlier. Traffic was terrible in the snow. How did it happen? My brain just can't process that Peter is gone." "He was in an highway accident on his way back from hiking," Regina's shaky voice informed. "He didn't get to say goodbye, Rich and that's what hurts me the most." Rich. Richard Rossi was here. Suddenly,
Mixed Signals Male Figure
"So this is where you are hiding? Your mother is looking for you." Jackie froze, hearing the familiar bass echoing in the room. It was him, the best friend. "What do you want?" she asked, cocking her head slightly. She got up and thanked the gods above for her Amazon build but the mammoth man still towered over her. "I said your mother is looking for you. Weren't you listening?" Richard repeated, posing at the entrance, his ankle on his bent leg. How he could achieve that pose with his bulk was a mystery to Jackie. "Well, you can go tell her that I'm in here and I will be here for a while." After replying, she ignored his existence and sat back in place. Richard was conflicted: he had lied. Regina was too preoccupied with her guests and sympathizers to worry about the whereabouts of her youngest daughter. He just wanted her to leave so he could sit and think about all Petals' lawyers had said to him the night before: "Peter is dead and his funeral is tomorrow. Get down here for
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