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
Two days after attending Emir Drake’s party and spent a dinner instead of having date with Martinez, Elena came to the campus, returned to face her other life as a college student and involved with the campus dynamic. “Elena…!” Ashley shouted at her in the corner of the campus building as Elena just landed her feet on the last steps of the building. She yanked Elena’s wrist and giggled as she took Elena to a right spot. “We’ve got it!” Elena looked at her. “What??” Ashley showed her a notification. “Our proposal got nominated to get the grants…” she jumped and hugged Elena who just read it from Ashley’s hand. Elena pulled Ashley away, “Wait!” Ashley widened her eyes at Elena who kept reading the notification paper. “Is only the two of us?” Elena squeezed her nose, turned her head to Ashley. “From our department?” She crunched her eyes. “It’s weird…” Ashley, in return, curled her eyes. Looking at her old friend with questioning stare. Elen
Elena closed the gate and caught a bouquet of roses was laid through her sight. Her mind was alarmed and running some flagrant suspicions. She picked it up from the front door rug before she unlocked the door. It was ten at night. She just arrived home from the campus and was wondering who put the bouquet of roses without sender’s name but it had a tag ‘congratulations for you’. She looked around but the quietness of the night having along with some dimmed street lamps made the night crawling around the neighborhood where she lived quite shivering to be honest. She only saw a silver Jeep entering the garage of the house they bought from Mrs. Ruth, the previous owner. Just a few seconds after she locked the gate… ‘I hope nobody’s there!’ she checked her surroundings and she grabbed the broom with her. She walked to surround the front yard, sneaked into the locked back door. It was empty… She could exhale in a relieved way when her suspicious mind wasn’t proved right
Angelo closely landed his kick on Elena’s waist. He halted his breath, if he hadn’t been aware enough to pull away his kick from her, he probably bumped her hard to the floor. It already two hours from ten in the morning. “We break!” Angelo walked and got his tumbler bottle. He stopped their practice as he found Elena shattering her focus. Elena puffed and wiped her face with hands. “Something bothering you?” Angelo asked and threw the water bottle to Elena. She caught it. She sat on the floor at the point she was bent down by Angelo. They were in the room to practice some defense mechanism skills. “You wanna talk about it?” Angelo sipped his water and sat on the bench, they were opposite each other just in a few edges. Elena wiped her lips with back hand. “I just…” Elena paused, gazed at Angelo who also stared at him. Angelo smirked. “You can count on me to listen you…I will…” he zipped in his mouth. Elena sighed. “I felt like I am being haunted!” A
“Miss Elena”. Elena stopped walking and turned around. She saw Mrs. Bright was catching her steps up. The campus corridor was quite busy with some stuff scattering around, doing their own. “Could we talk for awhile in my room please?” Mrs. Bright smiled at her. She appeared much softer in her voice than a few evenings inside her class. Elena was stunned to find Mrs. Bright approaching her with a big smile on that lady. “Yes, Mrs. Bright?” Elena grinned. “Of course, Mrs. Bright.” Elena followed Mrs. Bright and she found Mrs. Bright intentionally slowed down her pace to walk with her side by side. The woman with a blonde hair style back to Marilyn Monroe’s style opened the door room. “Make yourself, Miss Elena”. She stood by the door, waited for Elena and closed the door. That woman moved her hand with nails polished in red and signed Elena to take a seat in front of her desk while she poured two cups of coffee. Elena rubbed her eyebrows and watched ev
“Another blackmail?” Edward sipped the coffee as Bernard checked the email and his face started becoming stiff. Bernard sniffed. Both of them were sitting inside Edward’s room. Morning briefing would start in thirty minutes. The Harvest Co. located at the building ‘Sky Tunnel’, one of the Philippe’s properties. “It’s about the distribution restrictions, southern districts are encountering some problems. Some truck drivers are in a strike”. Edward curled his nose. Hearing Bernard report from email sent by the transportation management in the southern district branch. “They are in a strike?” He leaned forward. “What’s going on?” Bernard inhaled. Looking at the screen of his laptop before changing to Edward. “I am communicating with Jason, Mr. Edward. He said that he’s investigating it!” Edward thudded his fingers on the table and his chin was rested on the clenched hand. “Find it out, please. We should know what their demand. We couldn’t let it happens much
Dante lit up his cigarette. Turning his head back to a man who was sitting in front of him. “I think right now Edward Philippe will approach surely his down curve.” He curled his lips downward, “His company market will be slowed down. What news telling about it. We will find it out soon.” Curtis sniffed. Considering that he had shared what his dad inherited him in some enterprises under The Philippe’s Corporation. He didn’t want to get burned into Dante’s games. A lite games should be arranged carefully… “It’s only a warn for him. I don’t think I will agree with you to make that company stopping for good.” He gazed at Dante. Dante smirked and blew the smokes out. “We can be a partner. If the stock prices turn down, you can buy as much as you want. At least, the power will be yours.” “I will lend you much money as you need to buy Edward’s company.” He spoke and continued to walk around the table. “I can give you a loan with minimum interest.” Curtis threw h