Dante was surprised as Mark came to inform about his last finding after tracing Elena for a certain of time, as Dante instructed him.“Elena Rouge is staying in Emir Drake’s house?” He blew out another smokes. His eyes pointed at Mark, shadow of curiosity were sparkling inside his eyes.Mark nodded his head. “Yes, boss.” He rubbed his nose, “She’s been staying there since she got fallen from her motorcycle.”A woman was staring at Dante, “You smoke so much, honey. It endangers the baby I am carrying.”She was the woman, working as a pole dancer at a bar belonged to Curtis Falcon. She was a mistress of Curtis.Dante smirked, pushed the cigarette but onto the astray.Mark was taking a seat in front of him while the woman rested her legs on the long couch behind.She overlapped her leg on the other leg. She smiled in a relieved way and caressed her big belly.Watching the scene had shifted, from working report to switching stares between the woman and Dante in the room, since she
“Elena, could you come to my office?” Johnny called her in phone. Elena chewed the bread and put its leftover to Fortune. The dog was with her, running around the patio, enjoying the morning as Elena finished to do her treadmill.“You are still working, aren’t you? Want to do an assignment?” He continued to ask.Elena sighed. “Why you ask me such question?” She rubbed her forehead, “I am still in need of money, boss!”She heard Johnny was giggling.“Isn’t Emir giving you much money?”Elena puffed, “He provides me some grants for my college expenses. He pays me for some works he asked me to do.” She paused, “But I need to make my own money.”She rubbed her nose. “ What time you need to see me?”Johnny paused. Some seconds were running…then, he exhaled. “Lunch time. I have assignment for you. Nice salary, two hundred thousands dollars, excluded bonus. It could be half millions if the client is satisfied.”Elena widened her eyes. “Okay, I’ll see you there, boss.”She closed
Johnny had left the café and let Angelo with Elena were talking to brainstorm the scenario. He would listen to them and they would come to his place to discuss about it as usual.“Are you sure want to take this assignment?” Angelo bit his double burger and chewed it slowly.Elena played the fork and stopped to swirl the spaghetti using it. She looked out and rested her chin on a clenched hand. “Do I have a choice?”She gazed out at Angelo. “Dad hasn’t made any official announcement about me. I don’t want people like Johnny ruin his personal life…you know…those people are nosey and if they smell something odd, they could arrange some scenarios…like what happened to Emma Smithson and Gabrièl. I think it can affect his business…” She sipped her coffee. “I should behave normally as I used to be, I don’t want to provoke their stickybeaks.”Angelo smirked. “Your dad, Emir Drake, is very smooth man. Johnny or Gabrièl Pinot can not harm him.”Elena nodded. “I know.”Angelo wiped his s
“Elena, are you the agent who execute assignment I gave to Johnny?” Gabrièl looked at her and he stopped giving the instructions to his assistant.Johnny was taking a seat next to him. He glanced at her, “A charming woman who refused to become a model, isn’t right, my dear?”Elena smirked and saw Gabrièl was gawking at her. She sniffed, looked away as the man stopped his stare at her triangle body part, between her breasts, waists and hips. The tight old jeans she wore imprint her silhouette plus a fit in leathered jacket Edward gave her. She half zipped in the jacket and the black t-shirt she put on appeared pressed on her chest.“You have a good posture to become a model for women wear. I can hire you and polish you…” Gabrièl looked at her and he rubbed his chin as he made sure about her. “You look like a pearl in my eyes.” He smirked, so captivating but also seductive with the way his hazel eyes stared at her.Elena grinned and crossed her legs. “Thank you but I am not intere
Emma sighed, she put the dish on the table.She had cooked a dinner for him but he said he had some at Emir’s mansion.She crossed her arms and glanced at the table. Two plates of grilled cheese chicken with potatoes and carrots seemed to get colder slowly. It seemed devastating tasteful…She sucked a deep long inhale. Trying to be patient, from Edward’s roasting attitude, she smiled and rubbed her temple.“Why you often visit Emir’s house?”She poured the tea into two different cup and peeked at him.He took one cup and put some brown sugar into his tea.“I know it’s not my business but why you don’t spill a little tea?” She stared at him, ignoring his snuffs before taking a sip of his tea.“I have something to discuss,” Edward wiped his tiring eyes, he glanced at the time on the clock.‘It is one a.m. already.’ He covered his mouth as he yawned, he put down his cup back on the table. He rubbed his lips with left thumb from the tea.“I think I need my sack time…” Edward ros
The silence nearly ate the moment of having tea. As Emir just arrived and wanted to have some tea moments with his daughter alone, when he found Elena and Helen were having chitchat in the patio. He realized she was there, Elena’s mother, Helen Rouge. He knew they both loved to spend time together, mostly after Helen’s return from the senior hospital. The patio was aired by evening breezes. They could watch the flock of birds starting to return back their swarms as the sun went down. “Then, how did you get that ring?” Emir began to crack the ice with some sips of his warm tea. Helen Rouge sighed, pointing her eyes at the pendant of Elena’s necklace. “Jane Dovey gave it to me while she asked me to take care of her daughter. She said there would be a man looking for the ring, someday...Then…” she paused, took a deep inhale before breaking her fear to tell about it. “Let Elena, her daughter comes to her someday, if there’s no man coming to seek for the ring, Elena should not com
“You are going to have dinner with Gabrièl Pinot tonight?” Emir drew a breath and directed his stare at Elena as they finished having tea time in patio. His stare aired the room with some judgmental blowing up about his thought at her, he looked up and down to gaze at the dress she wore. “Linda,” he voiced up, called Linda. Linda came in a hurry, her rushing steps thudded the floor with her heels. “Anything could I do, Mr. Emir?” She was likely assigned to work as Elena’s personal assistant. Emir sighed, looked at Elena and then, returned back at Linda. “Send her to my boutique, ask Carla to make over her for dinner event. She’s going to have a dinner with some people of fashion industry.” He rubbed his forehead and swayed his hand to point at Elena. “She can’t be miserable with that dress to come for dinner.” He sounded anxious as he looked at Linda. The woman was standing next to his chair. “I can’t see that.” He frowned and rose from the seat, walking into the house.
Elena parked the car at the basement. She was waiting for Edward come out from his Maserati car. Just some minutes then, she saw him, bringing with him a leathered case for his gadget. Elena sighed. ‘He looks so fresh and gorgeous.’ She put a strong grip on the car’s steer. Her eyes kept following him from his car to the private accessed elevator. She found a lady opened the elevator door for him. She thought the lady could be Edward’s secretary. The door of elevator began sliding off, she could see Edward give his bag to the lady and he took some files the lady brought for him. They seemed talking to each other, Edward’s face started seriously listening to the lady. She inhaled and grabbed the coffee glass. She took some sips. She got her gadget ringing. ‘Dad is calling…’ she wiped her nose, turned down the volume of the music. “Hey, you have missed up your breakfast.” Dad told her and the sound of clashing of cutlery aired as the background. “I got something to do