Daisy woke up in a start, disturbed by the noise from the bathroom, she couldn't go back to sleep again even though she tried. "Oh, you're awake? Stacy asked, drying her wet hair as she strolled into the room, from the bathroom. Daisy yawned lightly. "Yeah, I'm awake, big thanks to you." She replied, still on bed.Stacy stared at her, confused by the remark she had made. "What do you mean by that? Daisy got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. "You were noisy." She answered, dragging her legs. Realising what Daisy meant she apologised. "I'm really sorry D, I didn't mean to." She said loudly so she could hear. Daisy came back to the room and sat on the bed, staring at Stacy. She noticed that she behaved a little awkward and weird, which she found suspicious. "Stacy, are you good? She asked, making it obvious that she didn't fancy the new her, if there was anything as that.Stacy smiled faintly and nodded, too weak to fake a broad smile. "Actually, I'
She grabbed her work pad and started going through the tasks. She noticed that most of the tasks she left unattended to had been taken care of. She was really glad and grateful to whoever helped her. Thinking about it, she wondered who could have done that. CEO Dash would never in his entire life handle anything that concerned her, not after wishing her dead, she sighed. "Hold on, what if he hired someone else to replace me? She gasped, as she came to the realisation that she was easily replaceable. "Oh no, did he call me to retract my contract? Her heart skipped a millionth times.Though she wished to do away with the job, deep down, she wanted it. The job had given her access to the kind of life she had only dreamt of. She sent money home weekly each time she got her pay and had been able to save some enormous amount of money like never before. She had about five more weeks to go. She prayed her hallucinations do not turn out to become a reality, as that would be a tough one
Sitting in front of his laptop in his room which was partly dark, with only a gasoline lamp that lit the room. He stared at the laptop, fascinated by what he was seeing. He grabbed a pack of popcorn sitting on the table in front of him, then sat back to chew. He stared at the laptop for a while marvelled at the description of his new assignment.He had been asked to track a particular lady and keep tabs on her, find out everything about her and everyone connected to her. It was funny to him that two of his clients were paying differently to make use of that same woman. His job was to work for all of his clients, despite the work demands, as far as it came with a very good pay. That was Lomar, the hitman.His parents had abandoned, rather, disowned him when he was still a teenager. He joined gangs from quite a tender age and every plea, punishments and torture didn't change him, but made him worse. As soon as he clocked twenty, he left home to stay with his friends in a
She unlocked the door, singing happily as she sauntered into the house, clutching her bag and a shopping package Nathan had gotten for her. Apparently, she had said yes to his proposal, so they were officially a thing. She sighted Stacy from the sitting room and hurried over to help her out. "Oh my goodness! She said loudly, almost in a scream. What happened to you? Why are you on the floor? Daisy asked very much concerned about her.Stacy limped slightly after getting up, with the help of Daisy. "I actually slipped few minutes ago and when I heard you, I became too lazy to get up." She lied. Daisy noticed the bruise on her forehead and wondered what could have really happened. "Stacy, your forehead, what happened to you? She asked, touching there lightly.Stacy immediately moved away slowly from her and covered her face with her palm. "Daisy, I said I'm fine. I only slipped. I guess I hit my head on the table at the process of falling." She replied harshly, not want
The house shone with liveliness after the Omorhs moved in. Furnitures being arranged, the interior decorators moving here and there to make sure everything was placed properly, just where their client wanted. The truck carrying some of the new purchased properties arrived with their agents to help offload them. Everywhere seemed busy and quite rowdy, till about a few hours later, towards the evening. Mrs. Rachel made sure to supervise each work and confirmed every successful task done before paying the balance of the agreed payment. In no time, the house became quiet when the agents and other workers left, leaving Mrs. Rachel with her sons, Maxwell, Daniel and Jacob.They returned from their apartment the previous day to help out with the relocation and packing in. All thanks to Daisy, they were able to move out from their old house to the new place, which was lively and more suitable to live in. "At this point, I feel like leaving our house in school and coming back
Daisy returned home late in the afternoon feeling so tired and used up. She dumped her bag on the cushion and slumped there for a while, being sad for herself. She had just returned from a job hunt and it was obvious that it didn't go well. She was angry at herself for overreacting or acting up, when she would have been as quiet as a dove, which she really was. She thought. "I mean, how would I have known that the little man who was hopping up and down and showing himself off, how would I have known he was the interviewer. They don't behave so silly as he did. It's not my fault, yes, it's not my fault. I only told him the truth about himself, he should be grateful." She said to herself, in a way not to feel guilty for spoiling her interview by herself.She tried to cheer herself up by telling herself that, the man was only being rude, while she, on the other hand was being honest and straight forward, which was a good value every company should look out for in an employee.
Daisy noticed that her phone had stopped playing the music she assigned it to. She frowned, wondering what put a stop to it.She kept the fork she was using to eat on the plate, got up and headed to the room where her phone was. By this time, she could hear her phone ringing. "Who dares disturb my peace this early afternoon." She said, in a loud voice. As she left the kitchen to the room to go check out the caller, she heard the doorbell ring. "Oh damn it." She whispers, under her breath and moves to the sitting room instead. "Hold on, hold on. I'll be right there. Please, the bell is just too loud, can you stop!" She yelled, hoping whoever was at the door would listen, but the reverse was the case.She got to the door, unlocked it forcefully and yanked it open. "Ohh! Stacy." She said excitedly, now reducing her voice and acting so gentle. Stacy walks past me into the sitting room and sits down. "Seriously, are you deaf now? Geez, like I literally sta
Daisy woke up that morning feeling excited and more relaxed than she was the previous day. She had the feeling that she was going to get this job and she has never felt this way before.She had to remind herself that she was only going to submit her job application letter and get information on when she would return for the interview, so she doesn't get disappointed if something bad happens, though she doesn't pray for that to. Stacy on the other hand left quite earlier than Daisy, as that was what her job warranted her to do daily. She wished her friend a successful job application and promised to give her a treat if she eventually gets the job as a means to support her. At exactly 8 o'clock that Wednesday morning, Daisy took her bag with her file containing all the necessary documents and dashed out of the house to start her day with another job hunt. The company was about twenty minutes drive from her house, so she waited to get a good can that she could use