Someone was calling as Edward found his gadget ringing. “Boss, could you come over to the office today?” Bernard was calling. Edward puffed and unplugged his computer. “What’s happening?” He made his voice lower. He heard a deep sigh from there, he could sense that Bernard was facing something important that needed Edward’s involvement physically there. “About your Grandpa, Boss!” Edward sneaked out from the room where he was absorbed of working on some paperwork. He saw Elena was watching something on television. He remembered they should go to the clinic and visited Fortune, a puddle dog that he saved. “Is Curtis there?” Edward continued asking. He heard Bernard long inhaled. “Yes, Mr. Edward. I’ve asked him to wait in the lounge room for guests.” There was a pause. Edward sighed. He understood what possibly happened there. “Give me an hour, I will be there…” Edward talked and wiped his nose. “Yes, Mr. Edward.” Edward took a deep breath. “Don’t give him any
One night before… Curtis Falcon opened his eyes widened and was shocked as someone nagging his hand on Curtis’s arm. He was half hang over, coming out from the bar as those men were catching him and they intended taking him to a place that it appeared so strange to him. He was put into a luxurious car after a man strapped his mouth but he also did the same things to both his hands. He had no chance to open his mouth and asked what sh*t things they were doing. At that time, the parking lot was empty. There were only few cars parking there. Bad thing, no one witnessed what those men doing to Curtis, one of the owners of that bar. Curtis Falcon squinted his eyes and examined those men’s face though none of those faces were recognizable by his awakening consciousness left. The alcohol had vaporized his awareness about anything. He could do nothing up to those men pushed him out from the car, taking him to wander over the darkness of the street to a place where some old and aban
One night before…Curtis Falcon opened his eyes widened and was shocked as someone nagging his hand on Curtis’s arm. He was half hang over, coming out from the bar as those men were catching him and they intended taking him to a place that it appeared so strange to him.He was put into a luxurious car after a man strapped his mouth but he also did the same things to both his hands. He had no chance to open his mouth and asked what sh*t things they were doing.At that time, the parking lot was empty. There were only few cars parking there. Bad thing, no one witnessed what those men doing to Curtis, one of the owners of that bar.Curtis Falcon squinted his eyes and examined those men’s face though none of those faces were recognizable by his awakening consciousness left. The alcohol had vaporized his awareness about anything.He could do nothing up to those men pushed him out from the car, taking him to wander over the darkness of the street to a place where some old and abandone
Curtis turned around. He unzipped his jacket, pulling upward his right side lip and bending down his head to turn off his phone then, put it into his jacket. Freely moving himself to the table separate him and Edward. Edward saw Curtis’s right lip tip was band aided. His eyes caught a bruised scar on Curtis’s cheek. He was sure it wasn’t an accident taking in Curtis’s shaving time, those all scars. His mind was talking some suspicious things but he tried to hide it by putting a smile on his lips. He took a deep inhale. He found the outfit Curtis wearing looked untidy and there was a stain seemingly appeared like a dried blood on Curtis’s white shirt. He smelled something was going on with Curtis, and he didn’t like the bad scenarios which running inside his head. Curtis approached him while he was dragging out a chair to sit. “We need to talk!” Curtis stared at him. Again, the haze covered the room. Edward smiled and took a deep inhale. “I don’t like anyone smoking in
Bernard sighed and looked at the cracked glassed surface of the table as he opened the door after knocking. He walked into the room as Edward glanced at him. He stood and looked at Edward who kept gazing through outside the window. He knew the wave of emotion had hit the shore inside the man sitting in his sight, resting his chin under the clenched fist. Edward took a glimpse of Bernard. “Whatever you need to do, Bernard and please I need to take some fresh air for some hours…” He sipped the tea for the last time before rising from the seat and leaving the room. Bernard turned around. “Mr. Edward, where are you going?” He followed the steps of Edward. He hang the phone with the maintenance department to take care of the wrecked table and change it the new one. “Send a man to check the table and change it…” Bernard hurriedly ended the phone call. He strolled down to follow his boss as he deeply concerned of Edward’s safety. ‘He got blackmailed some days ago and I sh
The voice of someone steps approaching made Edward stopped wandering into his fragmented old world. The man in the same age with his father appeared into his sight. He approached Edward with his warm smile. “Edward Philippe…” the man gave a warm hug that Edward almost forgot how it felt most from a man of father figure…many years counted. “Emir Drake…” Edward beamed as Emir released his hug on him. Emir turned his eyes to the table next him standing. Almost full of jasmine tea cup remains hit his eyes and he gleamed his beam. He sighed. “I think you need to take a walk with me…” Edward smirked. He grabbed his jacket from the seat’s arm. They took a stroll down the stairs to walk along the coral stoned path. Side along the walking path all the eyes captured were the green plants and floral decorative plants grown to give some fresh air. Edward vacuumed the fresh air, the scent of soil combined with the flowers eased some battles inside his mind. “We just re
Elena grabbed her gadget and she found a message from Martinez a.k.a. Edward Philippe. She just arrived at home at the time her gadget echoed. He asked her to come with him for dinner party tomorrow after night. She agreed and as she tried to not reveal so much about her, she decided to come to his apartment rather than agreeing him to pick her up. POV Elena Rouge: ‘I know Martinez is a nice guy but my instincts ask me not reveal too much about me to him.’ Elena thought after reading the message. ‘I am not sure whether he’s Martinez or Edward Philippe in reality as Duncan called him by that name. Anyways, I still get something to be done and working for Johnny Sly. It’s too dangerous for me being too much open and honest!’ She messaged him: ‘I’ll come to your apartment. Anyways, I don’t know what I should wear, any suggestions?’ She sent the message and bumped herself to the long sofa. Within a few seconds then, her gadget echoed again. He replied on
He yanked Elena to stop walking along the park and there was a space for them to rest and run comfy conversation. “What you think about Kania?” Edward handed Elena a vanilla with strawberries ice cream as she wanted. They bailed the party. Finding out the park as the spot to spend the rest of evening with some ice creams before getting some tacos for their dinner. At the moment, they were sitting on the bench and gazing at the dark sky with spreading sparkling stars, dimming their lights, such beautiful things to enjoy. POV Edward: ‘Proud of me, the dress I bought look so good on her. I saw Emir Drake was impressed and enchanted by her.’ Edward grinned. Then, he sighed. ‘I saw only some flakes of you, Elena. I want to know you more…I want to see your true color. I know you hiding those from me, for whatever reason you have…’ He licked his chocolate ice cream with his eyes were locking at her, sitting next to Elena with a black midi dress He bought, his stare