Denzel took to the long corridor illuminated with white light, his heart racing faster than his legs. The walls seemed to be closing in on him, and he wanted to go back.He had never liked hospitals and visiting once a month was bearable. Not twice in a day, and not when the person lying on the sick bed was his father.The stench of the hospital tickled his nose and his stomach threatened to throw out, but Denzel ignored it, moving faster with his eyes searching for the room number the lady at the reception had given him.Michel was seated, looking pale when Denzel saw her. He stopped a few meters away from her to analyze the situation. Michel’s fingers were interlaced into each other, and her face carried worry."Mum?"Michel turned to the recognizable voice of her son. "Oh, Denzel." She stood up and they fell under each other’s arms in a tight embrace."How is he?" he asked after they disengaged. Michel sat down, and Denzel found a spot beside her, taking her hand in his.“He’s been
For a moment, she spread her hands on the opposite side of the entrance, looking at the scattered shoes, the mess of clothes on the ground, and the empty boxes. Her frown slowly loosened to a scoff and then, a chuckle. "You can’t frustrate me, Denzel." She bent over the shoes, her left hand gripping the empty shoe rack as she started to assemble each pair of shoes into its quarters. Then, she opened the wardrobe, expecting to find another mess, but instead arranged shirts and trousers stared back at her. "I could easily quit!" She bent to pick up each of the clothes on the ground, hanging and folding them. Feeling Denzel’s desire was about to break through her, she moved out of the cubicle with a forced smile on her face. She found the Bluetooth speaker. She took her phone from her pocket, and a few seconds later, the voice of Ariana Grande was booming through the speaker. "Woah!" She twisted her waist in a dance-like motion and moved back into the room, singing along with the a
Eva donned a red, short gown when she heard that Denzel’s father had been admitted in the hospital and was on life support.If Denzel was still the Denzel she dated then, she knew he’d be shaken.He would need someone by his side, and she wanted to be there for him.He had told her the ugly fate he suffered when his grandfather was placed on life support and eventually died. She knew how hurt he must be.She turned sideways, inspecting herself in front of the mirror. Grabbing a pair of stiletto heels, she placed them under her feet.She called Denzel while she worked the lace of the heels up to her lower legs. She stood up, admiring herself."Hello." The distraught voice of Denzel sent her to her phone."Denzel... baby...How are you?" are you? You must feel terrible.""I’m fine," Denzel croaked."Oh, please." Eva rolled her eyes as though he could see her. "Where are you?""Eva... I want to be alone. ""C’mon, A company won't be hurt. I’m coming, just tell me where you are." She picked
Kate woke up feeling sore.The events of the previous night played in her head as she sat up on her bed, not wanting to get up.The moaning and cries of a lady. The groaning of Denzel, the way she screamed his name.She'd tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep as their voices echoed through the night, amplifying in her ears and head, creating mental images of what was going on.She’d imagined it was the rude blonde that had come earlier to see Denzel.Frustrated by the sounds, she searched for her earpiece, finding it in one of her drawers, and plucking her ears, filling them with Alessia Cara’s voice.Even with her eyes shut, trying to meditate on the words of Alessia, her mind wandered to the day at her apartment when she fell under the spell of his touch. She relived that night, as she sighed softly. No doubt, Denzel was a master of the art of sexual ecstasy.Her hand found its way to her nipple, teasing it, wanting nothing but his touch on it. She imagined her hands like his
Kate’s mind was made up. After the incident that happened in the kitchen, she decided it was time she made a good plan.She faced the screen of her laptop, gazing at the words written boldly.All that remained was for her to accept it and she would be enrolled in her dream school—Blair’s fashion home.As a kid, Kate had loved designing. Her late mother had supported her passion early on by providing her with cardboard sheets, which she used to draw out cloth designs. When she grew into her late teenage years, she had received a designing machine from her mother as a birthday gift. Coupled with a few online classes, Kate learned the basics of tailoring and began to plan for her enrollment in the Blair’s Academy.Then her mother was diagnosed with cancer. Kate had to sell her machine, but they were still in debt. In the end, she gave up her dreams and started working as a maid for Denzel.She stared at the figures on the screen and considered if it was wise to spend all her savings on tu
The meeting was still ongoing when Denzel walked in and took his position at the head of the table. The secretary of the table, Mr. Stanley, briefed him. "A unanimous decision was made by members of the board, supporting the deduction of the salary of high-ranking workers for a period of six months." Denzel nodded. A few minutes ago, that decision was gold. "Have we thought about the effect of this entirely?" The question looked stupid, and it registered on all their faces. Even Stan looked at him quizzically. "I mean…" he circled his index on the table, creating imaginary drawings. "CULID is a big name in the market, no doubt, and whatever decision we make, our competitors are watching." "What are you trying to explain?" Justice, a man with a protruding belly and visible grey hairs questioned. Everyone at the table nodded in agreement to the question. It was unlike Denzel to be against a unanimous decision. Over the years, when a consensus decision was made, Denzel only nodded
The four-story building, which housed the CULID beverage company, stood in rare magnificence, overlooking the ever-busy streets. It had been a law firm belonging to the late Oliver McDeere before his firm crumbled, giving him no choice but to sell it off.McNeil, having nothing but ideas, had approached him and gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse. At the end of the year, the building became his, and McNeil owned his first property. He pampered the building, coddled it, and indulged it. Each year, he added a layer of luxury to his landmark and fortified it with guards to protect it and its occupants. Soon, elevators were added; security codes; electronic surveillance; a weight room; a steam room; a locker room; a large board room equipped with a mammoth, shiny mahogany table; a large conference room; and a staff dining room. While the factory took the first two floors, production took the third and management the topmost.McNeil had started the company from scratch, and over the years,
After a few weeks of classes online, she was given an assignment that she had to turn in in person at Blair's fashion home. Kate worked hard day and night and spent her last pennies buying materials for her assignments. She decided to make two new designs from her old book. She hadn't had any machines yet and so she had to make her sewing from school. She made two new friends. Royce McKnight, who had traveled on his truck from Kentucky, and Laura Kozinski, who stayed with her grandparents in one of the suburbs of New York. During the weekend, Laura invited them to a friend’s birthday party. Kate felt she needed to unwind a little and only hoped Denzel would permit her, since she was on duty during the weekend. However, on the evening of the party, Denzel didn’t show up, and after several calls from Laura and Royce, Kate donned a party gown and dropped a note for Denzel. Laura had driven Royce’s truck to a different side of town where the streets boomed with music. "Oh, yeah!" Laur