The entire office floor was covered in papers, a crumbling sound filling the room as another paper was scrunched up and tossed away.
Logan stared at the pile of the blank pages staring back at him without a clue.This was far worse than he had anticipated, it did not matter whether he came up with the best designs now or tomorrow, bringing those sketches to life was going to take months, and by then, his business would be over and done.He ran into a displeased client while in Gold Reef, the same time he received a text from Kyle, warning him about how he would be in hot waters if he returned with MJ, he also received an urgent email from a close companion and a client who happened to spot him, and they returned to Cape Town in the man's jet which was arranged to leave an hour after MJ took off.Logan had spoken too soon, his problems were far from over, he had only considered the goods that were supposed to leave the country and completely forgotThe ringing of the phone slowly drew her out from her peaceful sleep. She had not laid on a bed so comfortable in her life before, and the sheets smelled so good too.She did not want to get up, it was nice not having to worry about nightmares the moment she closed her eyes.But the bloody phone! She groaned, her arms searching aimlessly, and they came bouncing off something soft. Something shifted under her, and she froze, her heart beating in her throat as she slowly pried her eyes open. And the first thing she saw was a strong arm over her head, and she realised she was laying on someone’s chest.A smile warmed its way to her lips as the events of the late night came rushing back to her, and her cheeks burnt slightly.She slowly lifted her head off his chest, her eyes landing on Logan’s sleepy head laid on the armrest of the couch, his bicep popping as his one arm cushioned the back of his head.His shirt was discarded on the floor, an
Zoe Botha was preparing the necessary documents in her office in order to pay Jorge Billings a visit at the hospital since his sister had been doing everything in her power to prevent her from questioning him about the night he was shot.It was still early in the morning and she had spent the entire night at the station, going over all the cases that had been giving her a headache.She had been about to head home for a quick shower when she received the call.The last thing she had expected was to go to a crime scene with a bad breath and sweaty armpits.The news of a murder spread like wildfire, especially when the first response team arrived first. Journalists and residents littered outside the building. Most of them were still in their gowns and pajamas, she could not blame them though, it was still early.The owner of the building, Mr Brown directed Zoe to the apartment, he claimed that he had not heard or seen anyone walk in, and
MJ watched as everyone paced around her sitting room, it made her head pound. Sonya was locked up in her room and still had not said a word. This was not helping anyone, waiting was not helping neither of them.Her eyes fell on Sasha who was busy pacing up and down while talking on the phone in the kitchen, and then she turned to the three men whose eyes were hooked on the TV screen.“Should I go and check on her?” Cameron asked, turning around to face MJ as if waiting for her permission.She gave him a bleak smile and shook her head. “No, that won’t be necessary. I think she should be left alone for some time, if we keep hovering around her…” She shook her head, dreading the words that sat at the tip of her tongue. “She will talk when she is ready.”“Well, when that happens, please give me a call!” Kyle announced, grabbing his car keys. “Listen, guys. This has been fun… not. But I have a business to run, I’m a major shareholder now…” He winked at
Brianna slipped out of her heels and shrugged off her coat simultaneously, and then threw the coat on the armrest before plopping down on the couch with an exasperated sigh. She laid back, facing the ceiling, and closed her eyes. It was ten minutes into 12p.m., and she had just arrived home from Ireland. Thankfully, her husband was at work and the kids were at elementary school, so she could catch a rest before the kids made their return. Brianna barely slept the previous night, she was exhausted from the hectic evening she had and from travelling. And to top it off, she was losing her mind waiting for Javier to update her on his trip. Her eyes were heavy and she was starting to drift off when her phone blared up, and she fumbled about and searched her coat, retrieving the phone and answering the international call. "Javier!" A soft chuckle sounded from the other side, and she slumped back in her seat, relieved to hear his voice. "Missed me that much?" He asked, humour in his voi
"There's a saying that if you truly love someone you will let them go " Jorge Billings would be lying if he said he was not happy to see a familiar face, a friendlier one at that. He wanted to cry, but he felt numb. "I'm so happy to see you." that was what he wanted to say but he could not bring himself to do it. "What are you doing here?" He asked instead. The last time he checked, Reina Dos Santos was in Australia with her son. "Uhm... Jameson has a work function tonight, so I thought I should come along to see the family." She said, and the bed dipped as she sat on the side. "And I came here as soon as I heard. I'm sorry, I didn't know, if I did, I would have come sooner." He opened his mouth but nothing came out, he tilted his head and faced away from her. His head was aching just from thinking about everything MJ was saying. He did not understand anything she said. She mentioned a baby, what baby was she talking about? His mind was like a memory card with corrupted files,
Sasha maneuvered through the employees scattered on the ground floor with champagne glasses and snacks in their hands. She stopped in the middle of the room and let her eyes scan through the faces until she spotted the person she was looking for.Kyle Davids was standing with his parents and they were all in merry spirits, obviously celebrating having the business in the family again. She had noticed that there were construction guys working on the company trademark outside the building. The Khumalos would have chest pains when they saw how quickly Kyle and his family were erasing them from the company. "Kyle, can I steal you for a second?""Wha-" She did not wait for him to respond, she dragged him by his hand and led him out of the building. "Sasha, what's going on? Can't you see I'm busy?" He asked, snatching his hand out of her hold once they were outside.He looked different from when she last saw him this morning, he was clean and fresh. His lean, athletic form was adorned in a
Samantha was never a conscious sleeper. Which was ironic because she always slept so peacefully, not even bothered by the ghosts of the people she killed.She loved mornings too. Her days always started on such a great note. She had had such a beautiful dream, it left her beyond elated. She did not want to shift from the position she had assumed on the bed, she laid on her stomach with one knee in an angle as she replayed the dream in her head over and over again. It was a warm summer day, the sun felt soft and warm under her feet. There were flower petals everywhere, and she was adorned in a white dress that covered her feet and swept behind her as she walked down the aisle leading to where Jorge was standing next to a priest at the pedestal. If felt like she was in a fairytale, her Prince Charming was finally hers and he looked as handsome as ever in a black tuxedo, and he was wearing a huge smile as he watched her, tears glimmering in his eyes.Everything was perfect and even be
Cameron Parker had not expected to see Sonya Smith anytime soon that morning, but his bad cooking was all it took for her to finally leave the comforts of her room that morning after he had left a tray of food at her door. It could not have been more than fifteen minutes before she came down with the tray in hand and placed it on the kitchen counter.For Cameron, it was as if he was seeing her for the first time, her lean and slender body was adorned in a gray silky pair of pajamas, her shiny black hair laid down, and her flawless skin radiated even more when she gave him a faint smile,“Your cooking is terrible,” she had said in a soft voice, nodding at the untouched tray of food.He flashed her with a smile. “Oh, well, I guess I am lucky to be standing under the same kitchen with the greatest chef.” Sonya blushed, and he laughed. “You are always welcome to prepare something else,” he suggested.She shook her head. “I’d rather not. I’m not hungry.”“How are you feeling? Everyone’s be