Security was heavier than usual, it was Rock n' Roll night, not the usual Chippendale show. The best bands in the city were going to perform rock music all night, the crowds were different. They were rock music enthusiasts, body surfers, misfits, people with piercings on their faces, tattoos, maw-hawk haircuts, in 1998, they were punks.
"What the hell were you thinking? Do you even know what's on the third floor?" Brad asked her in the car."Tommy might have mentioned it ... sorry, I got carried away, we were drinking and dancing, I might've said something about taking the tour upstairs .
He knocked on the door before noticing the doorbell. It was a little after 12 noon, the time when she usually got out of bed. He heard footsteps stumbled to the door before it opened, her head peeked from behind it."Brad? What are you doing here?" black c
"Something wrong?" Maxine interrupted her thought."What? ... No ... why would you ask me that?" Charlie replied.
"Jeez ... you couldn't find an easier place to meet?" Amber snarled at her, trying to catch her breath from all the steps she took."I don't want to risk people recognizing you ... the last place you chose wasn't exactly my taste either."
Her body was found at around 4 AM by a homeless person who was looking for a place to sleep. He made a call to the police, soon after, the place was lit up by police car lights. She was taken to the morgue, they found her bag with her wallet and ID in it, that's when they knew who she was, Amber Stewart, 27, single, actress.
Maxine sat alone in her office, Amber's file was on her desk. She didn't had the chance to hand it over to Amber, because the stupid girl decided to jump on her at the last minute.She contemplated on the idea to report the accident, but it was too l
"What is this?" Bill asked about the folder laid beside his morning coffee and newspaper.Catherine sat across the table, sipped on her chamomile, tried to appear calm. She didn't reply, he could read it himself.
"Miss Ludlow ... can I see you in my office?"It was the first time she had seen Brad after the incident. He never asked to go to his office before. She looked at him in silence, her heart was beating faster but she kept her composure. She nodded. After ev
He poured the Hennessy into the sifter, just enough. Slipped the glass between his fingers and swirled to inhale the evaporating aroma from the swish. He sipped on his favorite cognac, let it stay in his mouth for a fraction of a second before swallowing it. He loved the after taste.
It's been over a week since her divorce was final. She could still remember Bill's expression when he left the court room. Broken, lost, remorseful. He told her he was sorry. His apology came too late. If she hadn't done what she did, it wouldn't have come at all. He agreed on the alimony, and the financial support for their two daughters. They agreed that Bill should keep the house, Catherine had no intention to go back to Bluebridge. It was a long couple of months of divorce court.
They were playing the premiere of The Night Film project in campus. First year of college was almost over. It was a success among the students, they loved it. Brad's project became an instant hit, many of the students inquired to be part of their next project. The team was growing.
It was 10 o'clock in the morning the next day. Charlie was having breakfast with Tommy and Jeremy at The Deuce. They haven't done that in awhile. Amber's funeral was still a hot topic on the news. It made the front page of The Goldstone Daily newspaper. Maxine's grieving face when she delivered her eulogy was plastered all over the news instead of Amber's.
Dinner at Maxine was quiet. He wouldn't have been there if Maxine didn't insist that he came back with her and Deeta after the funeral. Her eulogy about how wonderful her relationship was with Amber, both personally and professionally, had diminished any appetite he had left for food.
One week. Who the hell is this Malcolm Blackwell?That was the first thing she tried to find out as soon as he left her office. She couldn't find anything other than the fact he was a well known, credible, highest paid lawyer in Goldstone. He's clean. If h
"I'm here to see Maxine Roberts," Malcolm said to the receptionist."Do you have an appointment, Sir?"
She couldn't stop thinking about what he said. She literally freaked out after he told her about the tape and excused herself in a haste before he could say anything else. She went straight to work and had a hard time concentrating on anything.Maxine's of
"Miss Ludlow ... can I see you in my office?"It was the first time she had seen Brad after the incident. He never asked to go to his office before. She looked at him in silence, her heart was beating faster but she kept her composure. She nodded. After ev