“Emily Hartley!” Mark stepped into her office without knocking. He had a smile plastered on his countenance and something she could not plainly catch a glimpse of was in his hands. “Mark!” She dubbed, recuperating from the shock she encountered when he bumped into her expanse, screaming her name. “What's up?”Pointing out the look on her face, he halted halfway. “I frightened you, forgive me.” He started to walk again, then put up with a seat opposite her. “I was asked to pass information to you, that's why I am here.”“Is everything OK?” She sat up and asked, and then her eyes flitted to the item in his hand. “What do you have there, Mark?”The man cracked up and positioned the card on the table before passing it to the other side so her hand could touch. “Mr. Stone asked me to give this to you.”What is it? She wanted to ask. But on second thought, she took the yield of the card, unfurled it and wheezed the next moment. “Yeah—” Mark was loving the reaction on her countenance. “Yo
Olivia walked out of the kitchen with two trays and positioned them on the table. Where was Emily?Past eight in the night and she was yet to return from the Enterprise. Such a thing rarely happened and when it did, there was a problem.She grabbed the glasses on the table and headed to the kitchen. By the time she returned, the door made a sound. “Emily?” Olivia positioned the new set of glasses on the table and walked to the door. She unlocked it from inside and when it opened, there was Emily at the entrance of the apartment. “Well, what happened to you?” There was worry in her tone. She supervised the older woman walking into the house, while she latched the door and veered around. “Emily, did something happen at work?”“Good evening, Liv,” Emily, who was exhausted, plopped down on one of the couches. “I was assisting Mark with his task. He had a lot to do at work today.”“Ohh,” Olivia sauntered past her and caught up with the dining table. “I organized something for us to eat
The hall was decorated and ready for the occasion. Adults, male and female trouped into the expanse with their handbags and purses, all dressed and ready for the exhibition.After so many months of planning the high-profile occasion for CEOs and entrepreneurs, it finally came to pass in the hearts of New York. Amongst all who walked into the hall stood Emily Hartley, a woman in her twenties and staff at NovesTech corporates. Her black gown fitted well in her petite body, and so was her blonde hair fixed into curls to match the golden shoe on her feet."I should not be here," she acknowledged. "This is the last place to be in." She declared again, walking into the hall. It felt like all eyes were on her, and she didn't appreciate the fact that she took an appeal on the occasion."I mean, I could have watched it live from home," she muttered, identifying a woman from her office. "You don't say!""Miss Hartley," the woman who she recognized, identified her as well and walked in her direc
The gathering gave a clap offering at the last speech, with their voices stuffing the air. The host ascended the stage, smiling. The multitude started with another round of a clap offering, then gave attention to the man's voice as he brought the occasion to an end.Unable to hold it back any longer, Emily rose to her feet, picked up her handbag and phone then surged to the restroom. She tossed a deep sigh on her arrival at the restroom. "Jesus!" She shouted, what was in that drink she took at the hall? Her bladder would blow up by now if she didn't do something about discharging the urine in her system.Her notebook was still relaxed in her hands, and so was her handbag. Everything she required was jotted down in the notebook, and her phone assisted with recording speeches and teachings she felt would be of great support to her.Emily pushed them all in and lowered the bag by the sink. She arrived at the toilet seat the next moment. It was a relief, freeing her bladder and insides f
Sunlight stroked the curtain and reflected on her face from where she lay on the bed. Emily hauled the duvet over her head, murmuring phrases that could not be deciphered. The room was friendly, not cold like hers was presumed to be. Wait! Where was she? The sun reflected in the whole room this time, pointing at the crown mirror hanging on the wall. She wobbled her head, confused. Emily let out her first yawn of the day and sat up on the hefty bed. She heard snores and veered around to her left to see him… laid next to her. His snores were peaceful and not audible like a man's snore should be. Naturally. "Shit shit shit!" She realized where she was and jumped off the bed. "No!" She wailed, glimpsing at her stripped self when she slid off the duvet. What happened here? Did she…fuck with this man? Confused, she picked her clothing from the floor where they stayed, even with the man's clothing. Now she scurried to the door, propelled it open and walked out after wearing her clo
Olivia quelled at her tracks at the sight of her best friend, at home. She was supposed to be at her place of work, and not in the house, or was she sick?"Emily?" She dubbed, sitting on the couch next to hers. "What happened to you?" She interviewed, plunging her purse to the floor.Olivia works in a cafe shop in New York City and had just got back as it was her shift. But catching a glimpse of the woman laying on the couch like she was unconscious was another thing to find out.Emily opened her eyes and yawned, goggling at her friend. "Olivia?" She called, sitting up on the furniture. "Did I not lock the door?""I have my key, remember?" The other lady asked. "This is not my question," she said again, rising to her feet. "What are you doing here? At home, by this time of the day.""What do you mean?" Emily scoffed. She recuperated from her slumber and understood the atmosphere she was in. "Where am I supposed to be? Do you have a job for me?""Okay, what is going on?" Olivia questio
Neon lights in the city shone even in day time. The man at the rear of the automobile gave orders to his driver on a thing to accomplish after his droppings at the office."Yes, boss," Nicholas said out loud. "I have a date with Amelia this evening, I should be done with all of these, before that time.""Yes, thank you," Alexander greeted. He was on his way to the office as it was a new week on a Monday morning. There was a lot to be done in his Enterprise after the hosted occasion at one of the top-rated five-star hotels in the state.The driver quelled at the portico of a significant building. He waited for some time before a man in uniform stretched out the gate, the man bowed at the sight of the man in the backseat of the automobile. And Alexander, on the other hand, waved at him while they drove in. The building was a big one, apparently one of the heftiest in the whole of New York. Alexander hopped down when the man on the wheel packed at the lot, smiling. "Good morning, boss
It was a task-full day at the office. The files he scheduled on attending to were all treated, all to his satisfaction. Appointments were fixed for the next day, and a part of him did not know how well he would attend, and what his words to the clients would sound like."Everything has been fixed," Jessica had announced earlier that afternoon. "Including her hair.""Body parts movement?" He inquired, wanting to go with her to the space to see the creation. At least, a conversation with Synthara would not have been a bad concept. But then at the same time, he was unproductive from the day's activity and waited patiently for Nicholas to do what had to be done."Yes," Jessica replied. "When I say 'everything', I mean 'everything', boss.""Good," he nodded, dismissing her from his office. He would check it out tomorrow, then put it out for sale and expect the creation to be purchased in at least, less than two weeks. His phone beeped, and when he checked, it was a text from his driver wh