It was the most adrenaline-charged moment he had had in his life in a very long time. He was sure he didn’t even feel adrenaline coursing through him with so much energy when he met Kathy. Lin was the woman every man wanted—a perfect silhouette with a bag of brains. On top of that, every company in the region wanted to merge with her father's, and Freda somehow managed to pull it off. He remembered when she had once confessed in a public television interview that she had a crush on him; he had disregarded it as a mere joke that time. Now, here they were, a few metres apart from each other, except for the table in between them. Thirty minutes and a little too much alcohol later, and they were already laughing wildly, catching up as if they knew each other before. He knew all he had to do was get close enough to be her friend, then closer to being inducted into her inner circle. It was going to be an easy task compared to how they had fared in the last hour. Andre looked around an
Kathy had settled back in the room, expecting the milkshake that Andre had promised her, her mouth already watering at the mere thought of it. She sat in the sitting room and told all the workers to retire to bed for the day. The workers informed her that it wasn’t their closing time, but she insisted, suddenly feeling drowsy.She sat on the couch, legs curled up on the chair, while she scanned the sitting room for the remote control. Her eyes caught it, and she reached up for it, pressing the power button on it.The television responded, and it came to life, displaying a bold, brilliant logo of the television maker against a black backdrop before fading off and displaying the previous channel that was on. She started to rack her brain for the movies she had seen in trailers.She decided to scroll through social media instead, her brain registering the models and the builds of the next bag she wants to buy. An incoming message notification from a hidden contact popped up on her phone,
Her head was pounding heavily, threatening to burst through her skull and spill its contents on the floor. Kathy struggled to maintain her sanity and dragged herself upstairs to pack whatever stuff she had left. She had checked the airline’s software to know there weren’t any available flights at that time of the night. The only available flight was scheduled for seven in the morning, and she muttered her appreciation to the Almighty. She thought about how much of a scumman you really are. Men are scum who poison anything they touch. No, men are a lot worse than scum. They are vermin that scours the face of the earth. She thought aloud. Suddenly, the surrounding environment seemed to blur, and the staircase suddenly felt like it was upside down, suspended from a hanging part of space and time. She held the railing of the winding staircase, relying heavily on it for support as the room continued to spin faster and faster in her head. Her eyes were heavy due to hours of crying, and
The alarm clock chimed the hour of seven. Kathy checked her flight appointment, and a pout formed on her mouth, a frown drawing crooked lines on her forehead. She packed all of her things together, making sure she didn’t leave anything behind. She somehow thanked her stars that they had not gotten married; it would have made things harder for her. She called in one of the workers, one of the few she trusted. “Helen, help me wheel this thing downstairs.” She looked surprised and asked politely. “Ma’am, where are you going?” “Where does it seem to be? I’m going back to my parent’s house. I’m done with your boss.” The look of bewilderment appeared on her face, but she lifted the bag without further questioning, struggling with the weight of the heavy load as she pulled down the stairs. The looks of suspicion on the faces of the workers were confirmed by Kathy carrying her small bag with her. They got outside the house and into the compound, and the maid took the baggage towards t
It was a more stressful week than Lana could admit. First they had gone for the interview, and then she had to attend a parent-teachers association meeting in the kids’ school. It was a Thursday, and she was more than too lazy to do anything. She thought about how she was going to cajole Cameron into taking the kids to school. After much persuasion, a pinky finger promise, and tonnes of bribe kisses, he agreed to drop them off, dropping the keys to the Cadillac, which I always use, and taking the Ferrari instead. “Babe, take the subway." More protection for the kids.” “How does it protect the kids?” “Double armour coating, speed, and cruise control settings, and it has more focus on the parental control in the car.” He looked at me, shock written on his face at how I had gotten so much information. “I read their manual on their website; it’s nothing new. I would even like you to explain some terms to me when you’re back.” Dawn was just breaking, and the kids had to be taken earl
Cameron got back from the school drop-off a little early, excited as if he had seen Santa Claus in real life. He came outside, perspiring and telling Lana all about his day, trying to go slow while telling her about the race. He narrated everything to her: the adrenaline in his energy, the power of his engine, and the manoeuvrability of his vehicle. He even tried to visualise it from the other racer's point of view and described the story to her. Lana listened with intent attention, not understanding over eighty percent of everything he said. When he mentioned the keywords relating to cars, she felt lost like a star in the vast emptiness of space. Cameron had always told her to get her head around those terms, but she couldn’t just see herself doing it. They had to dress quick and sharp; they were having an international business meeting, the Annual Regional Business Meeting, the annual period where business representatives from different brands, groups, and conglomerates come tog
The annual business meeting tagged “Summit of Titans” was the most anticipated event of the year by businessmen and women alike, drawing the who’s who of influential figures from the corporate world. Held at the luxurious Grand Plaza Hotel, a bastion of elegance and sophistication, the gathering promised to be a spectacle of high-powered networking, deal-making, and inspiration. As attendees arrived from different corners of the world and different professional backgrounds, they were greeted by a red carpet and a phalanx of efficient staff, who whisked away their luggage to their reserved rooms and escorted them to the opulent lobby. The atmosphere was electric; the hum of conversation and the clinking of champagne glasses filled the air. Despite arriving over an hour early for the event, the place was filled with business personnel of different calibers. Even with the crisp folds of their suits and the shiny glittering jet black polished shoes, every aspect of the ballroom reflect
As the sun began to set, the room was bathed in a warm, golden light, and the evening festivities commenced. The evening session was just lightweight sessions and workshops, splitting them into different classes where they were taken by different coaches. Lana could feel both Andre and Cameron constantly staring at her, her eyes usually catching both of them. Towards the end of the day, the businessmen were called to dinner, cooked by the hotel’s renowned chef. Each dish was a work of art, presented with precision and flair on fine china and crystal glassware. The aroma of roasted meats and fresh herbs wafted through the air, attacking the senses and building anticipation. The first course, a delicate seafood bouillabaisse, was served with a side of crusty baguette and a dollop of creamy rouille, all of which looked strange to Cameron. He looked at it with admiration but ate with a different attitude. The flavours danced on the palate—a perfect balance of sweet and savoury. As th