She typed furiously on her keyboard, like someone who was running a race with time and so far, was losing. Then, she stopped abruptly and let out a breath of relief. It was done.Edmund would be far from pleased with the work as it'd been one done in a haste. It would surely have loopholes, but he could do nothing about it. He needed it urgently and she was far behind her schedule.Emily leaned forward in her seat and scanned through the screen, her brain feeling fuzzy. There was no need to do that now, she thought. Edmund would be more than furious if she did not send this now.The sound of the door bursting open and approaching footsteps came into her ears and she sat up at once in panic. When her eyes fell on the figure looming before her face, she fell back in shock. It was not who she'd expected."Hey, Charlotte," she forced a tight smile. "If you're here to see Edmund, I'm afraid you'll have to come back later. He's very busy right now." The words came as rehearsed. Edmund was
Amy Johnson knocked once on the door and entered his office. She tried to look afraid but every nerve in her body was trembling with sickening, uncontrollable fear. From the moment she'd set eyes on those uniformed men outside, she'd not been the same ever since. "What is it, Amy?" Mr. Peterson asked, looking up from his computer. He looked serious as ever, with his erudite face and long, lean nose, propping out on his face like a perfectly carved mold sitting on his skin. He looked tired too; the result of trying to finish up all the pending work affairs that he'd missed during the period that he was resting at home, in one week. "There's someone here to see you," she quivered. "Two people actually." She'd caught his attention now. His forehead broke into slits. "Who are they?" "Police officers." She swallowed, then corrected herself immediately. "Detectives, actually." Mr Peterson braced himself to receive the unwelcome visitors. "Let them in." Amy looked like she wanted to
Dre pulled her hair behind her ear for the umpteenth time. It felt almost frustrating that it was always falling over every time she tried to keep it away from her face.Emily was right. She was almost terrible at the job, maybe because she was doing too many things at once. Who could blame her? Her genius plan could only work if she handled enough accounts to be able to steal from without Edmund noticing a thing.Well, thank goodness she was here. She would help her rectify the errors she'd made and hope that Edmund was smart enough to notice her and make an effort to at least get to know her.The thought of Ronnie strayed into her mind. He worked here. What if he found her here? What would she say? Well, using the excuse that she'd come to see her friend, Emily, came readily to her mind.But then, another thought crept in. Did Ronnie know that Emily was now working here? No doubt it was a big company with so many staff and it was perfectly possible that they had not crossed paths wi
She stiffened on her seat, her tongue hanging on the roof of her mouth. Had she made it that obvious that there was something going on between them? Or did Dr. McGuire'a gifts include mind reading?Edmund had just called to find out why she'd left work without saying a word to him. He sounded more concerned than offended. That had led to her lowering her shoulders and getting comfortable with talking with him.She tried to remember what they'd talked about. It was nothing sensitive, just work stuff. He was telling her how good the proposal she'd just sent to him before she left was and how sure he was that the proposal would yield the intended results. And that was it? So, where was Dr. McGuire getting his misinformed thoughts from? He knows nothing, she thought to herself. I just have to act normal."That was a client I'm working with," she lied, straightening in her seat.Jason did not yet know what she was up to and as far as she was concerned, it was best to keep it that way. The
Her mind must have strayed away from the present. She was so engrossed in thinking about the session with Dr. McGuire that all it took to bring her mind back to the present was the light tapping of her window from someone outside. Emily sat up at once, mustering up a smile. Dre was standing outside, a curious look on her face. She opened the door and jumped down from the car, the smile waning now. "Dre, are you leaving?" She shook her head. "No." "I just came out to get some air. But before then, I saw your car parked out here for a while. I was wondering what was wrong which is why I came over." She tried to hide her true feelings by broadening her smile. "It's nothing. I'm alright." Dre gave her a lingering look. "You're sure about that?" "Yes," she lied. "How was it? Were you able to at least do anything while I was gone?" "I did a lot, actually. It's a good thing I took the day off from work. I can see you had a lot on your table. Thankfully, I've dealt with a lot of wor
The blazing heat of the sun landed on his back like a blade. With sweat gliding down his spine, wetting the T-shirt he wore, he crossed over from the left lane to Lincoln Crescent. He glanced at his wristwatch as he hurried into the restaurant. She'd be here soon, that was if she was not here already.It'd been years since Detective Randall Harrington had actively involved himself in wooing a woman. With Amy Johnson, he was like a baby, learning to crawl. He could never be too sure of the act he was pulling and if it was having the desired effect on her.She was beautiful, but not half as beautiful as Charlotte Baker, his latest client. He chided himself for thinking about her again. Lately, that was what he's been doing; thinking about her even when he didn't want to. It was frustrating having her thoughts living rent-free in his head when he'd convinced himself since long ago that he'd severed all toes between his heart and any woman in the world.Charlotte Baker was his Achilles
Hillwood Estate looked the same like it had always been all those times she'd visited, but it was different this time. She was not alone. Edmund had been serious about bringing Dre over to his house to work for him and Dre, on the other hand, seemed elated.The only person that was still confused about how quickly things had played out was Emily. How had Dre pulled this off? She'd wanted to ask her to tell her everything that had transpired between herself and Edmund while she was gone but the opportunity had just not presented itself yet.In fact, it seemed as if Dre was avoiding her. But why? She knew she had no right to be angry if Edmund suddenly liked Dre. Liked? Did she just say 'like?' Did Edmund like Dre or anyone for that matter? That, she did not know.It was easier to think that this was just a work thing and that Edmund had no emotions for anybody, but as the evening wore on, Emily began to doubt her thoughts. Her instincts said a different thing, one she did not like at a
Jason Campbell did a 360° turn on the executive chair that he was sitting on. He was bored to hell. It had been more than twenty minutes since Amy Johnson, Mr. Peterson's secretary had led him into his office and since then, he'd not shown his face until now. Amy Johnson said he'd gone to a meeting and would not be back until at least ten minutes later. This was longer than ten minutes and he was still not back. He wondered how much longer he'd have to wait before he returned. The door creaked open at once and Jason's head snapped backwards just in time to catch Mr. Peterson breezing in. He held a briefcase in one hand and a stack of files in the other hand. He looked tired and worn out, with perspiration gathering on his forehead. And it was just barely 11 am. Amy trotted behind him. She stood by his side and he addressed her for less than a minute. She nodded and turned to leave the two men alone. "Good morning, Sir," Jason said as the door closed, giving them privacy. "Good mo