“So—” Victoria broke the long silence and kicked her back on the comfy seat. “Before we commence this meeting, you young ladies should know that this is our spot.” She explained. “Whenever there is a call, you are to come over to this place. We will meet here often until this project is accomplished.”“Yes,” Tricia nodded. Victoria looked at Olivia who nodded as well. “Yes, Mrs. Blackwell.”“Good,” the satisfied woman nodded and sat up on the chair. “We all know the reason why we are here, don't we?”“I do,” Emily said and looked at Tricia who shook her head. “I don't know the main reason why we are here, Mrs. Blackwell,” Tricia said. “But I am certain it has to do with the lady who works in the Enterprise.”“Yes, exactly,” Victoria nodded. “I want to take her down. That's all I need to achieve while the year comes to an end.”“You want to take down Miss Emily Hartley,” Tricia repeated. “What is her best friend doing here, then?”Victoria laughed. “She is here to assist us,” she
“How was the meeting?” Emily asked the moment Olivia found her way into the house. Initially, she rested on the couch but sat up at the sight of her best friend. Olivia, who looked more than exhausted, sprawled on a couch and threw her bag on the footing of the living room. “How long did it take?” She questioned as she gazed at Emily who waited on her for a reply. “Four hours,” Emily answered back. “Shorter than a normal meeting should be.” She added and got up from the chair. “One second, please.”Olivia nodded, she stayed there, catching her breath. She was exhausted from everything and needed some time to herself, as there was a need to rest from the long discussion she had with Olivia at the lounge of the small hotel. The kitchen door was pushed open and Emily walked out, with a glass of water. “You must be thirsty,” she mumbled, getting closer to the couch where Olivia lay. “Here, take some water.”“How did you know?” Olivia cried, grabbing the glass from Emily. “That word y
He was more than enthusiastic. It was evident from the way he grinned from ear to ear, inclining on the enormous window in his office, and the reassuring smile that rested on his face. Emily did a good job, of course. More than he thought she could. She did not just prove him wrong, but she did well to prove herself right. "Damn!" Alexander cried, recalling the beauty he saw in the creation room early this morning.No one could come up with that except Emily and it was the truth, a very bitter one at that. The curves and voices of the creation shocked him, to an extent that he lost words to speak out. Now that she was on her way to his office, he should be inaugurated and ready to receive her before her delicate hands plunged one or two knocks on the mirror door. Without thinking twice, he got up from the window and reached his chair. His back relaxed on it while he waited for her presence in his office. Then, a hand knocked on the door. "Come on in," he urged, knowing full
“I can't believe I am done with this project!” An excited Emily cried out as she walked to the Eatery with Mark who took her hand in his. “I can't believe it, too,” Mark confessed. “And to think that you didn't make an ordinary creation, Emily.”Now they stopped at one of the tables in the eatery. Emily grabbed one of the chairs and Mark did the same, taking the chair opposite her. When they were resolved on their seats, the man snapped his fingers and a man in uniform wandered in the direction that led to their table. “Good day, sir,” the man greeted when he arrived. “Good day, ma'am.”“Good day,” Emily greeted on behalf of herself and Mark, who positively nodded. “Give us two plates of fried rice and chicken.”“Perfect!” The younger man jotted down on the pad he arrived with. “Anything else?” He questioned. “Something to drink, I presume.”“Two bottles of water would do for me,” Mark bobbed his head. “A glass of juice and a bottle of water should do for the lady.”“Is it?” The ma
What was that? Emily sat up on the bed the moment she perceived an aroma. She jumped off the bed, hurrying to the door. Something was burning, no. She shook her head, reminding herself that the aroma was far from a burnt meal. Without hesitation, she opened the door and walked out of her room. Her hands tightened the belt around her waist, covering her soft, tender breasts from showing as she made it to the kitchen—catching a glimpse of something she less expected. The shock of the day. “Why are you here?” Olivia cried. The younger woman was standing on a stool, stuffing some provisions in the cupboard. “I wanted you to come awake when breakfast was ready.”Emily, dumbfounded, walked into the space, not believing the sight before her. How did all this stuff appear in the kitchen? She turned to look at Olivia who had a look on her face. “Well, good morning," Olivia mumbled. “Now that you are here, you should help with holding the stool so I don't fall off.” “What did you do
Victoria scoffed while seated on the chair in her office. She heaved a sigh from time to time, throwing files everywhere on the desk. There was no time and she was almost late to the meeting with Tricia. “Yikes!” A distortion appeared on her face. Heaven is aware that she would not bother dealing with these files herself if Mr. Steele did not tete-a-tete ask for them. The last time she inspected, she cared less about haggling with files and allotted them to junior staff whenever she had to. Her hands searched for an item on the desk and she picked up a Bic. “Yes.” She mumbled at the thought of getting done with the task, a sigh escaping her mouth. “Unto the next.” Anyone who passed by the office could hear her. Victoria got on her feet after a while. She walked to the window flank and caught up with the small fridge where she regaled herself to a bottle of refrigerated water. Without hesitation, she walked back to her seat and confronted the system before her. She no longer f
“What did you just say, Tricia?” A shocked Victoria questioned. Unable to take it all in, she sat up on the chair unlike moments ago when she was relaxed and nonchalant—with thoughts of Tricia about to spill an irrelevant information. Tricia smiled knowingly. “I expected that reaction, Mrs. Blackwell,” she nodded. “It is OK to be surprised. That was the aim.”“No!” Victoria shook her head. “You will not walk into this place and spill nonsense to me.”The smile on Tricia's face faded. “Do you think I walked from the Enterprise, abandoning assignments to be attended to, to come here and give sham information to you?” She asked. “Is that what you think, Victoria Blackwell?”A confused Victoria relieved tension back on the chair, once again. There was a lot that went on in her head and when she glanced at Tricia's face, there was no form of mockery on it. Wait—The young lady meant everything she said. She sat up again. “You mean it, Tricia,” she mouthed. “This is unbelievable.”“Ye
Olivia paced the enormous sitting room, numerous reflections in her head. How would she go about it?Amongst all of her thoughts, what transpired to be essential at the moment was getting the phone number the woman she works for, inquired of her to get. Oh, her days. Why did she think all of these would be comfortable to accomplish long before now? All she ever wanted was the money, and nothing more. How can she obtain all of that money, and not do something? Was it not foolish of her to imagine that was what her experience would be? And of all people, Mrs. Blackwell? She settled on one of the couches and heaved a sigh. She didn't know how she would do it but she had to do it, somehow. Just somehow! Where was Emily? She looked at the entrance of the woman's room and shook her head. As a matter of fact, Emily was not assisting her at this point, but can she blame her? The poor lady doesn't even know she is on the verge of getting betrayed. Or rather, has been betrayed alre