- +-+-+-+-+--+-+-------+-++--+--+--+-+-+-----+- Should I knock? Should I wait for my manager's call? What should I do now? I stared even more at the door. Maybe I should knock on it again. I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts to not fall on the floor while spinning my head on the door. You can do this Ashley! Yes! I can do it! Absolutely! without any doubt, I can do this. I glanced at my dress adjusted it to my thighs and straighten up my shoulders so that I won't look like a bimbo anymore. I knocked on the door but didn't receive any response in return, I knocked on it again. Maybe I should call the manager. I took out my cell phone and dialled his number but there was no response from his side. Should I knock on the third time?? When I was about to do it.. the door flew open. It was all gloomy inside, hard for me to glance and find a single thing. Should I take a step inside or not? One part of my mind was telling me to run away from here but the other one
&+-+-+-+-+---+-+---+--+-+-+---+---+------ Shawn?? Is the man dressed in a black suit Shawn? His eyes were still the same, and so was his way of whispering my name. What was he doing here? Did he invite me here to get me murdered? "What are you saying? I am smiley," I let out my breath which I was holding from utter shock. He smirked at my response and whispered to me again, " I know you are Ashely Brooke!" "You. You invited me here?" Why would he invite me here? Oh, why I am announcing it as inviting? When the manager didn't ask about my concern. "No," he was as firmed as he was before with no sentiments in his eyes as he has been deprived by the evil society. "So why I am here?" I was still moving my waist with the flow of rhythm in any case the other decided to do something. "How do I know? I was here for a business deal and then the man who was going to sign the papers wanted to affectionate me, so he must have arranged you for that!" "What do you think you are explain
-+-+-+-+-++-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+--+-+-+-++ Before I could smash his head, Shawn appears at my side. "Mr Stockholm?" He tapped on his shoulder. He was anxious and cursed him under his breath. "What?" "This is for you!" Then Shawn smashed a bottle on his head. He lost his balance and fell to the floor with a thud. "What's wrong with you? What if he does?" I was resisted and afraid to find his body on the floor, the blood was raging in me making me weak on my knees. "Shhh. Nothing is going to occur. We just have to move fast!" He took my hand and clutched it too tightly around his arm. "What if he dies?" "What if the police charged us with his murder?" "Are you listening to me or not?" I was babbling too much to rectify what occurred. Everything around me started floating making me nervous and my heart was jumping in my chest making me weak all over again. This is a do and dies situation. Some people will run from here while hiding their heads in shame, some will disappear from
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- I reached home at almost midnight, even the tall buildings were ready to sleep, everywhere I could roam my eyes were dark; darkness spurring the world. Without making noise I unlock the door and slide in to find my mouth asleep. Her body was becoming paler day by day, making it obvious to me that she needs medical treatment. The money which I was supposed to receive from pretending to be his fiancee was never given to me. Neither I do have any savings. I have to do something by next so that I can give her the best treatment in the world. After deliberating all the aspects I fall onto the bed with heavy eyes. I could have been raped today! Could have been died And could have been charged with murder Was that man alive or dead? I have no idea what is about to occur and what to do to change my situation, I lay down on the bed and stared at the blank ceiling. Maybe I need to find Mr Stewart, he can guide me on what to do, how to enable
-+-++-++-++-++-+--+-++-+++-++-++-+++-++-+ A mission in my mind and a determination in my eyes, yes that's what I was thinking when I started walking on the road. I know that I have no job as of now but it's not going to take forever to find suitable employment for me. However, before anything else, I have to find Mr Stewart. I have no idea where I go and find him. I cannot go to Jensen's industries and declare myself as Ashley Brooke, definitely not! When I want to live at least ten years more. I saw the huge banners of Sophia and her digital appearance on the buildings. She is getting more fame than ever before, I can see that she has become a big name now. Especially in the absence of Blake Jensen, did she leave that day when I insulted her? Or did she manage to plan something extraordinary? I walked by and saw the paparazzi, they went crazy specifically for a particular limo. The crowd was gathered around as they have never seen a limo before, everyone was hooting, there must
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-++(-+-+-+ It lasted only a second for me. I have tried anyway to shield my face from my hair, so he would no longer be kissing me. With all the history with Mr Jensen, I don't want to create another mockery of my life with Mr Stewart. He gave me his blazer to shield me from the paparazzi's cameras, I borrowed it anyway to hide my real identity if only I would be able to find Blake Jensen, aspects would have been different. He clasped my hand with him and guided me to come inside the building. We were walking side by side, our arms were brushing with each other making me shudder in horror again. I could feel the glances of everyone around me. They must be believing I am Mr Stewart's girlfriend. Some girls were flickering to stare at us, while some were simply furious to even think. However, I tried to remain calm as much as possible to keep my posture low, I am not going to intrude publicly on anything to make matters even worse. Besides that,
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++++-++-+++++-++-++++ Silence! Absolute utter silence! The silence could kill anyone including me. The silence is terrifying to me. I have seen the movement in his body, the lines were created on his face. And his orbs were diluted for a second before they went normal. "Who is Mr Jensen?" He raised one of his eyebrows directing me to ask nothing in the name of Jensen's But the last time I checked, he was in his building, they both are big businessmen. "Mr Blake Jensen," I let out a whisper, taking his name after a long time, out my body into feeling jittery. "Haven't heard about him yet," he started reading the paper which was inside the black file. "And about London?" My voice became quirky, hard to comprehend anything about life. "Yes Ms Brooke, I still remember you left your dinner and ran away, " he narrowed his eyes. Ouch! That hurts! I did wrong to leave him, to get back to that furious man who is missing now. When I didn't say a word to him as I was
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+++-+-+-+-+-+-+-++- - When I was a little child, I used to think beauty is what we see on television, and I used to believe that I can never be beautiful enough to match their standards but when I found myself getting a makeover, I realise everything is fake from hair to a nail and no one can do anything about it. perhaps, it's about our perception too, we stare at those things which we find brilliant, doesn't matter what it costs to develop them. "What are you doing? Sit straight?" I heard Sam's thrashing voice bleeding my ears. I was seated in a straight posture but he was not satisfied, he thinks I am a clown or at least he wants me to become a clown. "Your shoulders are too wide, your lips are too plump, your eyebrows look like a forest, and your hair? From how many days you have not washed them?" I opened my mouth to revert him but his deadly glare made me silent again. "Don't you dare to open your mouth, I am working on you, " I have not uttered a sin