Chelsea woke up to an entirely strange environment. Themed white all through and adorned with a touch of golden items here and there, the room was totally foreign to her. She felt a light throb on her forehead and gently caressed it, stroking the side softly.She gently sat up and looked around. She slowly began recollecting the events that took place last night. She looked beside her on the bed and saw her mask unlaced from her face. She sighed as the pieces began arranging to form the big picture. She remembered leaving the bar area of the hotel with Omar after emptying her Bourbon bottle. That was when the influence began taking its toll on her. They both went to a private suite via the elevator. Then she and Omar made out in the entrance room of the suite.After making out, they both went into the room and took things to the next level. She must have been put out in the middle of the sex between her and Omar. That was probably when he took her mask off. Of course she was too into
Chelsea gasped in shock as the words on the piece of paper embedded in her mind. Did Omar drop the note? She looked around to see if there were traces of any other person but she saw none. She immediately put on her mask and tied the lace behind her head. Something was not right in the air. And to make it all worse, she didn't come with her gun. She now realized her mistake. She had let down her guard last night by drinking more than she was supposed to. Then during the sex she had been put out by it.Then she heard a ding on the door and gently walked out of the room towards it. Omar had to have an explanation for the note. She turned the knob and opened the door. She was greeted with the face of a hotel attendant. Of course, she should have known. Omar would have his access card and wouldn't need to knock."Room Service" the attendant said with a smile and handed her a delivery bag with The Echelon's logo printed on it."Alright. Thank you" she smiled and took the bag from him, clo
Chelsea got to her room and collapsed on her bed. Things were really getting strange and troubling for her. She just couldn't understand anything anymore. She had left the mansion yesterday with a troubled heart and a worked up mind. The only reason she had the drink with Omar and even agreed to getting intimate with him was because she wanted to clear her head of the thoughts and emotions that tormented her. Though she was successful at the initial stage, it seemed as though everything had returned to the way it was. And this time, it seemed worse. First, she had the torture of guilt and regret after the sex with Omar. She felt guilty of betraying Dylan's trust and confidence in her. She felt like she had both gone against the ethics of her assigned job's description and also cheated on Dylan. Even though they weren't a couple yet and Dylan hadn't even acknowledged his feelings for her, she felt like they had already established an unspoken relationship, one that demanded faithfu
Exactly ten minutes later, Chelsea arrived at the balcony facing the back of the mansion. "You're here" she heard the woman call without turning back to look at her. As expected, she saw Joyce sitting down on a reclining chair with a book in her hand as she looked over the estate behind the mansion. There was an extra chair beside her this time. Chelsea understood it was for her. "Yes, Ma" she replied and walked up to the chair, smiling as she gracefully sat down. "You said you needed to talk but didn't have anything to talk about right?" Joyce sought an affirmation. "Yes, Ma" Chelsea nodded as she replied. "Well, like I said earlier, I have something we can discuss about" Joyce smiled. Chelsea was all ears. She kept mute in expectancy of what Joyce had to discuss. The elderly woman turned to her with a knowing smile on her face. "Let's talk about Dylan" she said gently. Chelsea's pupils dilated. She wasn't expecting such a topic of discussion at all. She never expected i
Cross Enterprises Dylan walked into his company with a blank expression on his face. Immediately he entered, murmurs erupted and the staff tried their best to control the clients who struggled to approach him. He simply headed towards the stairs, not paying any attention to either staff or client who motioned for his attention. "Good Morning, Sir" "Excuse me, Mr. Cross" "Welcome, Sir" "Mr. Cross!" Several greetings and calls, both from staff and clients alike flew at him from all directions. But he paid no attention to any. He simply ignored all of them as he proceeded upwards on the stairs. Then he heard a familiar voice. "Please, dear clients, I implore you to be patient with Mr. Cross. He's just returning from a very important meeting and would like some time alone. Our staff are more than capable to tend to your various needs, requests and businesses" Selina announced from the upper floor unto the ground floor where the clients were seated and attended to. Her words had a
As Dylan scrolled through the chats, he saw several messages from different managers, executive personnel and business owners of different companies. These messages weren't business related at all. Most of them were invites to dates, some included alluring details while the rest were basically unofficial complimentary messages. He saw those of Fred Martin, even after he had threatened and warned him. He saw some from other men too. Now, these didn't shock him at all. What shocked him was her responses to each of the messages. The one she wrote to Fred read: "I'm sorry, but I can't accept your offer right now. I already have someone I'm deeply in love with and I wouldn't want to be unfaithful to my heart. Even though he hasn't confessed his love for me yet, I believe he loves me as well but is too scared to admit his feelings to me. But I'm sure he'll confess his feelings to me soon and I don't want to hurt him then. "And also, as a professional of both our respective fields and
"Well, she sent me a message via my Skype account" Selina finally replied with a nervous smile. Dylan noticed her hesitation before she made the statement. He knew Chelsea never sent any message to her via Skype. He knew they must have met each other somewhere. Selina probably ran into Chelsea during a visit to a hotel or Chelsea made the move to meet her there after finding out she would be there. But he appreciated the way she had changed Selina's thinking and attitude towards life. She had made her a better person both for herself and for the company. He smiled within himself but maintained a blank expression on the outside. "Skype, huh?" he pressed. "Uhm, yes, Sir" Selina answered rather hastily. "Alright. That's nice. Put in the request for the computer" Dylan simply said. "Yes, Sir" Selina nodded and extended the files in her hand to him. "The files you requested, Sir" she indicated as she walked towards him. "Oh, yes. Keep them on my desk. Also have their soft copi
The Cross Estate Chelsea gently caressed her body as she felt the water spitting out of the shower onto her body. She relished in the feel of her hands, gently running them along her outline as she rinsed her body. She had been giving thought to what Joyce had said and with her equally disturbing thoughts not giving her any breathing space, she decided to cool her whole body down by bathing. When she was done, she felt the calm and coolness in both her body and mind. She laid on her bed and gently closed her eyes. She breathed steadily, inhaling deeply at intervals. She felt she could think clearly now. At least, her mind wasn't troubling her as before. She turned her head to the side and her eyes fell on the tall safe in one corner of the room. The Halliburton briefcase with her two million dollars sat comfortably in there. She hadn't decided what to do with it yet. She didn't even know if she would be able to use it at all. All her needs were taken care of by Dylan. She had no