Lu ended the call and turned to face Richard who has been watching her make the call with a scorn on his face. "You should wipe that look on your face, it's ugly."
He rolled his eyes. "So, what's the update?"
A coy smile played on Lu's lips. She turned away from him, walking to the window. "Well, Richard, not like my job is any of your business, seeing that I don't also report to you." She shot him a look to make sure he got her message. "But if you must know, we're going out for lunch tomorrow. Now that you know, please leave my office, some of us have a job to do around here. Also, I have to get ready for my lunch date."
But Richard didn't move, instead he took a step closer to Lu. "I know you always think you are the best-"
"Think?" She scoffed. "No Richards, it's you who think you are the best, which you're not. I know I'm the best, which I am." She clicked her tongue at the annoyed look on his face. "But if you won't leave my office, I guess I Cal leave it for you. Try not to touch anything or sniff around." She took her bag and walked away, leaving him behind.
On her way out the building, she brought out her phone and dialed. "Hey, are you around?" Lu spoke into the phone, reaching into her bag to grab her car key.
"Not really, but if you need me, I'll be there." It was Khalil, her childhood and closest friend. Khalil and Lu were raised in the same orphanage and were both taken in by Sir John. "Where are you?"
"Leaving the dome." The dome was where they operate. Sir John had the place built after his third successful operation. They had been there for years now, though it was far more modernized now than it was years ago. "Meet me at home, we're going shopping. I have a date.
"What?" Khalil exclaimed. "You have a date with who?" He tried his best not to sound jealous, but he was fooling no one. Khalil had been in love with Kelly for years. As a child, he had always wanted to be close to her and had thought that it was just because she was nice to him, but as a teenage boy, the feelings grew and got deeper. Kelly knew of his feelings also, but she was grateful that he hadn't brought it up yet. She only considered him a friend and didn't want that friendship ruined. "Who do you have a date with?" He asked again.
"It's the new target Khalil." Her tone had gone lower now because she was in the street now. When she got into her car, she sighed stretching her legs out before speaking again. "His name is Felix and according to Sir John, he has a fat wallet." She giggled. "He's also really beautiful. But it's just for work," she added that part quickly. "It's not like it's a real date or anything, but still, I have to look nice."
"Fine, I'll come meet you, just text me the address."
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They had ended up buying a simple red dress, Lu had wanted to go for something more revealing and seducing, but Khalil had to remind her that the persona she was playing is Kelly, a charity organizer, not Kim, the stripper from Brooklyn.
"The black dress was still nice," she said to him as he drove her back to her apartment.
"It was too tight, short and revealing."
Kelly wanted to ask him why he cared so much, but decided not to. She was trying her best to avoid any awkward conversations between them. So far she has been successful, she didn't plan to ruin that now.
"So, how have you been?" Khalil asked after they had been walking together in silence.
"Good."
He glanced at her before looking back at the road. "Good? When are you ever just 'good'?"
"Now Khalil, I'm good now. I mean, what isn't good in everything that's going on? This deal is going to bring a whole lot of money in and who knows, maybe after this I could get that vacation I've always wanted on some...fancy Island? Or a beautiful place in a country I don't know exist."
Khalil chuckled at that. "Classic Lu."
Lu had chosen a nice restaurant, just the right place to have a conversation, amongst other people but with enough privacy not to be heard by others. "Hi," she said when he arrived. "Thanks for agreeing to meet me.""I was actually looking forward to meeting you again, Kelly." She smiled at that. "I... probably should have collected your number, I wouldn't have taken an entire week to reach out to you."Lu was surprised, she hadn't even made a move yet and she was sure he was flirting with her. But she didn't want to play with it, she had to keep everything professional. So she brushed it off with a little laugh and decided to change the topic. "So, tell me more about yourself, where are you from? What do you do?" She didn't care about this though, but it was essential."Will you like to eat something?" He asked instead of answering her question. "Don't worry, you can ask whatever you want to later, I'm not running away." Felix really wanted to pursue something with her. Though he kne
"How did it go?" Lu had to hold back the scream thah almost poured out of her lips. She turned to her right to see Sir John and Richard in her office. "I heard you went on a little date with him yesterday, did you convince him to sign the papers?" It was Richard speaking as usual. Lu eyed him in irritation. She hated how Richard spoke to everyone, trying to look superior, when he was nothing even close to that."When did my business become yours Richard? Don't you have other things to focus on?" His look hardened. "I'm sure there are tens of women who are waiting for you to call them back. You should worry more about them, than on what I do. Besides, I've told you countless times, I do not report to you. Now, leave my office." He didn't move. Sir John sighed and turned to face Richard. "Richard, excuse us." Richard was shocked and hurt to here that from Sir John, who rolled his eyes when he saw the expression on Richard's face. "Please, you two need to start getting along. Lu, Richar
The first thing she noticed when the door to his apartment door was him and then, his cologne. Lu took in his neat appearance before meeting his eyes and drool-worthy smile. “Hi,” she greeted. She was afraid she might say something quite embarrassing and decided to focus at the task at hand- getting him to sign the papers in her handbag. Raising the bottle of red wine, she added, “You look good.”“I could say the same about you. You look stunning in that dress,” Alex replied, pulling the door open wider. “Come in.” “Thank you.” Her shoulders tensed when she heard the door lock click shut. He could not have found out about her identity, could he? “What’s cooking?” she asked with a light chuckle.Felix answered with a bright smile. “Spaghetti but I must warn you, my cooking will steal your heart.”“Might not be the only thing stolen,” She quipped. At his incredulous stare, she quickly asked, “Where do I put this?”Felix took the bottle from her and said, “Let me have that. Why don’t y
If there was anything William wanted right now, it would be peace and quiet. After discussing with contractors over the construction of bridges in the mainland to ease transportation, he listened to the elderly complain about themselves and the youngsters of nowadays. It made his head hurt. He would have preferred sending a delegate but if there was anything he had learned overtime is that people loved to see evidence that people in power were actually working. And that was why he hoped the paparazzi taking photos outside got his good sides to upload online. As soon as he finished appeasing the old geezers, William hurried towards his car, smiling until his cheeks hurt and waving until his wrists fell numb. Did it seem like he wanted to get away badly? He lowered his strides and waved even more, winking at the women on the side of the street. The crowd of people wanting to see him continued to increase by the minute.When he entered his car, his smile died. William slouched and nodde
Perhaps he had pushed a little too hard into convincing Kelly working with him. She had such a displeased look on her face, it hurt him. Felix quickly covered his suggestion with a laugh and claimed it to be a joke. Kelly fell quiet for the rest of the evening but nodded. He had fucked this one up big time. She must be so appalled by him now. And now, not a single call or text over the past two days. Adam suggested calling her but he was not even sure she would answer him. After gathering enough courage, he ventured into a coffee shop and called her. To his surprise, she answered.“Hi. It’s me, Alex.” He winced at the lie. He really wished he could tell her his real name but that would ruin the whole purpose of his anonymity.“Hi. I know.”“Yeah.” He sounded dumb right then, didn’t he? “Are you busy?”“Right now?” She fell quiet for a while that all Felix could hear was his own heavy breathing. “No, I am free. Why?”“Would you like to talk over coffee? The weather is a bit crappy but
William never screwed up and somehow he managed to screw it.Just this one time.The red margin in his bank account glared at him so bad, he wanted to make it cry but he was the one who wanted to cry. How the hell was he going to pay the dealer his money after the thousands of powder he bought the past week?Fuck! What if he borrowed some money from Sam but she would grow too nosy in his business. And then there was the fucking white envelope that was mailed to him first thing this morning. In it contained incriminating evidence of his drug dealing and it made him pissed. Who the fuck was the person that thought they could scare him like this?How much did they want?Fuck, he can’t be broke. Just how much did he spend?“Mother, I need your help.” He decided his mother was the only other weak link he could go to. She was busy taking care of the plants in the garden.“Yes, my love. What do you need?”“I am a bit short on cash and I promised to donate money to the missionaries going to
"I'll pay you," William repeated for the uptenth time. The dealer remained a distrustful stance as he regarded him. While William wanted to persuade the man regarding his growing debt, the bottles of drugs lying on the table enticed his mind. He wondered what the drugs could do, what euphoria it would bring him. "You have told me that many times. Your Highness, if you want the top quality, you have to pay or else.""I told you I hate being threatened. You do not respect me.""I only respect those with money.""And I have money, lots of it.""I don't see any money. Do you?""Don't be antsy," William gritted, forcing a smile on his face. This was beyond embarrassing. "I will pay you tomorrow. No more postponement, I promise."He might as well get himself a loan. Or would his brother dearest be willing to lend him some? He shuddered at the thought of borrowing money from his twin. William would rather die than do so. A loan, it is. He sauntered out of the private night club out on t
A foggy haze hung in the morning air, painting New York a garish coat of gray. A bird nested on a willow tree ruffled its feathers once and then preened. A lone song from its beak pierced the still of the morning as it flew away.Dear God, Felix breathed and sighed. His shoulders heaved once as his arms folded behind him, and the glass window he stood in front of provided a pristine view of the city. Almost ethereal; like a haunted graveyard, but he did not care for ghosts or hallowing haunts. He was deep in thought.Felix? A voice called from behind the heavy wooden door.It was Samantha. He knew it would be. No one else called him Felix here in New York, and no one else called out instead of knocking.He sighed. Doors open.”The door flung open and Samantha waltzed in with a tea set in her hands, somehow still walking as graciously as she would at court. As if the queen were watching her right now, as she always did when she was younger, polished cane in hand and flowing white g
What if she had not given him enough chance to explain or maybe she wasn’t even in the mood to listen to him. She let anger and bitterness cloud her. If he hid the fact about his child to her, it was for a reason. Maybe he didn’t want it to ruin their relationship bit she failed to see things his way. She was just bent on her own thoughts. She sighed as she went over to her baby and carried her to the bed with her and within few seconds, she was fast asleep. ...Eric constantly checked his phone to see if at least there would be a flash call from Sam but none. Even if it was a single lined SMS, he would appreciate it. Had she moved on?, he thought to himself He felt sorry that he kept such a big secret from her. He had always wanted to tell her, bit he didn’t seem to have the opportunity or rather the opportunity had been there but he was just too scared of her reaction. He was so scared of loosing her and he cherished her more then an anything. Today is the second day sinc
“Sam that was all in the past, yes I admit I was a cheat, liar, player and all evil you could think of me then, but Sam, that was all in the past . Believe me when I say I’m a changed man now. I have nothing with that girl. In fact I am even shocked to see her here.We haven’t been in contact for two years now and suddenly she just appears and wants to spoil the beautiful relationship we have. Please don’t believe whatever she said. Believe me when I say you are all I have and want. I love you so much and that’s all that matters“One could feel table sincerity in his voice but could easily believe him buy Sam wasn’t taking any of that. She felt so hurt and bitter that she didn’t want to talk to him. She was so pained“Are you done talking?”“Now leave me alone!” she dragged her hand away from his and walked away. “Sam please you have to believe me” he called after her, but she didn’t even look back at all. She just disappeared away, out of his sight. Eric stood confused and ang
“Who are you?“Sam asked with a sudden frown on her face as she saw the blonde thick lady, who had just opened the door to Eric’s house and is standing half way, as if blocking the entrance from her getting in“I should be asking you that question” she replied rather rudely, looking at her from head to toe with a smirk on her face. Samantha was confused. She didn’t know what to do, She was in a cross road. One mind told her to walk away, maybe when she saw Eric later, he would have a lot of explaining to do. Or rather she should just walk out forever since she wasn’t enough for him.Was Eric seeing another woman and deceiving her? Why was her life like this?Why does every man she keeps meeting keep failing her and leaving her shattered?She couldn’t accept the fact she had been played yet again by another man after the first one left her shattered and helpless. This woman standing in front of her, beautiful, with curves, her blonde hair packed in a ponytail and looking so radia
Eric sat in his parlour and took another sip of his beer. He didn’t seem to understand why Samantha had been avoiding him so he decided to go check up her and the baby. If she wasn’t going to see him, he was going to see her and make her see him.“oh, hello Eric! Nice of you to come by.” Samantha smiled as she opened the door to let Eric in. Her smile couldn’t be more fake. “i haven't seen you around lately so I came to check up on you and the baby.” Eric walked in.“I’ve just been a lot of busy lately, have a lot of things on my mind and all that stuff.” Samantha waved her hands in dismissive way.“maybe you should take a break, rest a little if you can. You don’t need so much stress in your life especially not when you have a baby to take care off.” Eric sat on the couch and looked at Samantha who was clearly avoiding eye contact. “enough about me, how have you been?” Samantha asked, sitting beside Eric and giving cheerful smiles every second. It was beginning to get weird.“I’ve
Samantha sat in her chair. Her thoughts were far from the sight of her child playing before her. Samantha was thinking of far deeper things. She was thinking of the life that her and Eric might or would never have. It wasn’t her fault; the life she had led so far was going to decide the fate that her and Eric had together. Samantha was deep in thoughts, she wanted the good life for her child and for herself and also for Eric but in her mind, she knew that she would eventually have to decide on who to let out her plan.Samantha crossed her legs on the chair. She c could see her child on the ground, having the time of its life. Samantha smiled. She wanted that; to be free without a care in the world. She just wanted all these choices and decisions to go away and leave her with the perfect and peaceful life she wanted to lead. It wasn’t the biggest thing in the world to ask but Samantha knew it was going to be hard and she would make choices she didn’t even want to make. The first choice
It was a very cool morning, the sun was barely out but one could see the rays from it that projected itself into the room, through the windows. The room was not so big ,but quite seizable to contain three people in it. Samantha was already lying on the bed with her son beside her . The room was well decorated with lots of flowers and designs. There was a little television hanged on the wall and a medium size refrigerator beside the bed. The bed was a medium size one which could contain two persons comfortably on it. Samantha rolled from one side of the bed to another and finally opens her eyes ,she stretches herself and notices that it was already broad daylight. She sluggishly and lazily got up from the bed and made for her rope which she put on herself. Oh god !what a stressful day I had yesterday, Samantha said .Walking into the bathroom of which its door was just adjacent to the bed she had laid on, She takes a brush and begins to apply paste on it . She swings it into her mouth
Eric had driven for nearly all of the night. His eyes were tired. His hands were tired, and even though he did not look like it and would not mention it to Samantha, he was tired.She had gotten tired the minute the clock struck 10PM, but she had kept up a losing battle with her body to stay awake. The baby had been asleep from before they even got in the truck. And for as many times as she slapped herself to stay awake, when the clock struck 11, she had thrown her head over the baby and settled into sleep.Eric did not feel himself drifting. He just knew that after the car had begun to move along the road shoulders and brushing nearby shrubs (one of which painfully slapped him on the head) that they had to stop and rest.They had been on the road for over six hours now. And there was a baby in tow. They had to stop and rest.He started keeping his eyes out for signs and notice boards. There were no other drivers on the road, so he kept on going. He hoped they would find a motel soon.
“Are you okay?”“Oh? Oh, yeah. I am.” Samantha whispered, then added, “t-thank you.”Eric gave a grunt in acknowledgement and turned the key in the ignition. The truck came to life with a rumble.“Here goes nothing,” he said as he clutched the gear shift.~~~Inside, Samantha fought a war against herself—a war she was gradually losing. In the last five minutes, she had turned at least seven times to catch a glimpse of Eric.To see his strong, proud chin. To see that flaming red hair. To see the stubble on his lips—she imagined how they would feel when she ran her lips across them—and all seven times, she had immediately thrown her gaze to the back of the truck as if she was searching for something.She wondered if Eric noticed this. She hoped not. She was already dying inward of the embarrassing prospects that her mind seemed to keep dreaming up.She tried to rock the baby in her arms to distract herself, but she found herself turning again, ever so slowly.Her eyes shot to his face a
Eric’s eyes were wild, but his face was calm; at least, it looked calm—on the outside, he seemed composed; nonchalant, even, but deep within, he was shivering and quaking down to his very soles.“Come on. We have to be quick. So you and the baby can sleep.”“I’m not worried about myself or the baby, I’m worried about you. What—are you… everything’s going to be alright, right? You’re going to be okay?” Samantha asked, a pleading expression on her face.She had tried several times to hide it. It was near impossible. One can only tamp down and attempt to suppress what they felt for so long. But like every other thing that is being restricted, constricted, squashed down… there were only two choices. Ever.That thing either chose to quake and break and fall under, and be forgotten, or… it would rise, and fucking explode.Samantha felt that way now. She could feel it deep in her—in her body, in her mind… in her soul… she was falling in love with Eric, and soon she would not be able to hold