058Eliaz's POV I drummed my fingers against the small table booth in front of me. In return, an uneven rhythm reached my ears. I didn't exactly like it, but I forced myself to, because this was the only thing that kept me from running mad at the moment. Scattered around me, were customers of different kinds. Everywhere I turned, there was either a couple, a family of three, four, or five kids running about. There were a couple of single people in here, but I wasn't the least bothered with them. I was on the lookout for one person and one person alone and he was beyond late. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. If there was anything I hated, it was lateness, be it from me or whoever I was meeting up. I had explained it over and over, but apparently, I needed to put up my distaste for lateness on a signboard for the said person before he would actually get it. I hated this. But if I was being frank, there was a slight upside to all of this. Unlike the last time, I had
059Alora's POV I was settled, I think. After the little meeting with Laura, I honestly thought all hope had been lost, because the one thing that could prove, or aid in proving my innocence, was nowhere to be found, and it was all because of my carelessness. Now that I thought about it, maybe agreeing to meet up with a random stranger wasn't exactly the wisest thing to do. I should have contacted the police, and even if I hated to admit it, I could have reached to Fredrick at least, to give him a heads up on where I was headed. Yes, I was mad at him and had vowed to not speak to him because of his insinuations, but it still didn't change anything. A text was a text, and it could have saved me from all of this. I was guessing. I scrubbed my hands with my face, allowing Laura's parting words ring in my ears. “Don't worry, Alora.” She'd squeezed my shoulder. “We'll find that phone, and we'll do well to get you out of here. You just need to hang in here a little longer.” A li
060Fredrick’s POV It was a quiet day at the office, and honestly, I would be lying if I said I liked it. It was simply a lazy day, as Cynthia would call it, but I couldn't shake off the fact or the feeling that there was more to it. I sighed. Cynthia had been bugging me since I got up this morning. Apparently, she was very serious about me submitting those photos to Mr Donald. In her words, that was the only thing I needed to get her disqualified.I wish. I had no idea who was in charge of the panel responsible with passing the final verdict, but I wasn't exactly sure some raunchy photos could change their mind. Yes, Alora had originally won the contract and thanks to my obiection, it was currently on hold. If I did submit the photos as evidence, what exactly was I trying to prove? The pictures had nothing to do with real estate, and if I was being honest, everyone had skeletons in their closets they would love to remain hidden forever. Alora's own was slightly different. Sh
061Eliaz's POV I had never been more proud of myself than I was at this moment. I always thought it was bullshit when people said they cherished other people's reactions, especially the bad ones but right now, I could very well say they weren't overreacting. I loved it. If anyone had told me that I would love the nasty reaction of the woman in front of me, I wouldn't have believed it. At all. Right now, If I could be granted one wish it would be to savor this moment forever and ever. I'm sure Laura didn't see it coming as well, one minute she was still speaking and the next, I had thrown the answer right in her face. “Save it.” My voice basically echoed in my head. “I already have my answer. No.”“What?” Laura's voice was cool and calm, surprisingly. “You heard me.” I nodded. “I don't think I stuttered.” The silence that settled in the room was tense. For the next couple of seconds, we stared each other down, neither of us wanting to back down. It carried on for the lon
062Fredrick’s POV I slammed the car door shut, once I had gotten out of the vehicle. The hot sun blistered in the sky, and I slipped on my shades. They were as dark as night and blocked out the sun quite well, but it didn't stop me staring or seeing what stood in front of me; the police station. If you asked me a couple of weeks back of I thought the police were doing their job, I would have given a resounding yes. Not only that, I'm sure I would have ahead to publicly praise them, and offer a little token as a sign of support for their services to the populace. But now, if you asked me that very same question, my first instinct would to be hurt whoever had the guts to come up with that question. I would hurt him or her first, before going ahead to bash the police. Everything was messed up and the fact that they weren't doing any to make it anyess problematic irked me to my bones. I hadn't wanted to come here in the first place,but all I had to do was think of Alora and Laura
063Alora's POV I'd been freaking out since the news reached my ears. In fact, freaking out couldn't even begin to describe how I felt at the moment. I was panicking, fidgeting and every other word that could be used to describe unease could be well and easily related to me right now, and it still wouldn't be accurate. Shit. I was bad luck. Cursed even, because that was the only way to justify why I was constantly jumping into one problem or the other and especially when I least expected it too. It was already mentally draining that I was in this hell hole called a jail, and to make it all the more worse, I'd been paired up with the worst people. I honestly thought I had time before the hearing but I couldn't be more wrong. “Weren't you informed?” My mind trailed back to me and brownies conversation. “It's all over the place. The huge hudinewoman who has a side hustle of pushing drugs by the side.” My stomach churned. Was that what they really thought of me? It was one thi
064Alora's POV I couldn't believe my eyes, nor my ears. I had heard situations where people suddenly got rooted to their spots. I wouldn't exactly say it had happened to me, but I had seen it happen to people I was close to, so I believed it. I just didn't totally believe that it would happen to me, and at this point in my life too. Fuck..That was the only word my mind could come up with. I had no way to check, but I could bet my life that the inside of my brain responsible for coming up with words and sentences were all frazzled up. I parted my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I was sure that if someone took a picture of me right now, I would look like nothing short of a deer caught in headlights. It was that bad, but that wasn't the worst part. He hadn't recognized me yet, and I was this close to blanking out, what was I going to do then if I had to get into a conversation with him? A shiver ran down my spine as I caught sight of him one more time. When I'd first w
065Alora's POV It was official. Life just loved fucking me over. If I was being honest, I wasn't sure I'd put too much thought into how much time and details had been put in place when it came to planning someone's life. I always believe whatever happened was usually up to fate, but at the same time, I never really sat down to think about how fate actually planned stuff. However, I was convinced that if she was out to ruin your life,then she would do so in ways you never even expected. Take me for example. I had been panicking about how my first hearing was going to go. Before that, they'd shifted the date of the hearing to an earlier time, giving me little to no grace to prepare or whatsoever. Not like I had a choice, but I took it in good faith. There was also the part where I hadn't heard from Laura or even Fredrick yet, but i kept my hopes up, just to do what? Bump into freaking Ethan. And now, I was barely recovering from the threat he'd just carelessly thrown at my fe
089Alora's POV The living room was crowded, but it didn't exactly seem so. Why? Four people was already a crowd for me and I didn't need any more people. If Laura or anyone in here decided to bring in another guest, then best believe I would either crash out,or lose it in front of the newest addition. Yes, I was that anti social.A small sigh slid past my lips as I pushed that lone thought out of my head. My hands were wrapped around a warm cup of hot cocoa, and while the others discussed, I gently sipped on my beverage. It tasted heavenly if I was being honest, and with the slightly loud and chartering noise in the background, it created the perfect ambience for a business woman enjoying her wealth and affluence, after climbing so many obstacles to get to them. I would be lying if I said I didn't relate to that. Well, only a part of it. I was yet to overcome all the obstacles in front of me. They were a lot, and sometimes, something inside me always whispered that I just w
088Alora's POV I'd lost count of exactly how long I'd been standing here for, but there was one thing I was sure of, it was a lot. My ankle ached and my knees buckled underneath my. My feet was this close to giving way, and while crouching sounded like a good idea, it was a risk I wasn't exactly willing to take. Stay strong, Alora. I muttered more to myself than anybody else. You can do this. I'd been muttering that for a while now, but frankly, I wasn't sure i really believed it. I was exhausted. I wanted to run back to the comfort of my car, but I knew I couldn't do that. If I did, how was I going to see just what that sneaky Eliaz was up to? He'd been in the bar for the past hour now, I knew because I took record of when he'd first walked in, and he was yet to come out. I had no idea what he was even doing in there. Did he come with someone? Was he waiting for someone?.A million and one questions ran through my head,but the more I asked myself, the more confused I got
087Alora's POV I'd messed up, and Ethan's smirk grin wasn't the only indication I was getting. I felt it all around me. Up until now, it felt like I was under some kind of spell. Well, maybe that depiction wasn't exactly correct, but I'd allowed my anger and desperation to get to me, and now, I'd just shot myself in the foot. Ethan wasn't supposed to know what I'd just told him. My business was strictly meant for the court and the court only, but now, I'd just gone to spill to him, that the potential evidence I had was nowhere to be found. Way to go Alora, fucking way to go. “Can't got your tongue miss?” He called out to me. “I've never taken you to be the quiet type, but I guess it's true what the saying says; situation changes people, a lot. It's so sad to see that this is what you've been reduced to.”“I haven't been reduced to anything and you know it.” I shot back. “I'm simply just in a bad spot and…”“You've been in a bad spot since I knew you, Alora.” He cut me off.
086Alora's POV The door swung open, after what finally seemed like forever. In fact, it was forever because I had waited a long time, and by the time Ethan waltzed into the empty seat behind his desk that waa supposed to be his, it waa safe to say that he had wasted approximately two hours, if I wasn't mistaken. My eyes trailed the physique of his back as he took his sweet time getting to his chair. Like that wasn't enough, he even made a show of finally settling down. “Are you going to romanticize picking up the pens littered on your desk now?” The question had caught him off guard, but he was quick to gather the hens of his composure again. “Or are you finally going to realize that you're wasting both your time and mine?!”“Me?” He gasped slightly, but I didn't miss the skeleton of a smile making its way across his lips. “Is that what you really think? Well, I understand why you would think that though; you've been waiting for quite some time now. Unlike me, I've just clea
085Alora's POV Was I crazy? Well, we were about to find out. This wasn't going to be the first time I would think I was a little mental upstairs. I mean, if so many people had told me that, I liked to think it was true, even if it was only by a fraction. I used to get mad when I heard the word crazy being used to describe me. It ticked me off in most ways, but not anymore. Instead of always getting upset over it and all the time, I trained myself to see it as a compliment somehow and use it to better myself. If you thought about it, it was better to be referred to as the crazy lady, or crazy Laura rather than being pitied whenever your name came up. If they all thought I'd been crazy all this while, then they were about to get the biggest shock of their lives. For the second time, and more than I would actually like, I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, anxiously waiting for the lights to turn green. It was almost the same scenario as this morning, the only diffe
084Alora's POV No. There was no way this was happening. I'd lost count of the number of times I'd said that since my move back to Los Angeles and while I could swear that the previous time I'd said that would be the last, my life has a funny way of rubbing it in my face. Over and over again. It was one thing to be hopeless, and another thing to have no sight of things turning around for you, but you still decide to hold on to that tiny piece of faith, that somehow, something good would come out of it. In case, you were doubting the latter was worse, because if life decided to pull out the rug from under your feet, then you were going to fall, hard. My ears buzzed, and even though Laura's voice echoed in my head, I refused to believe that what she'd said was true. “They're gone.” Her words swarm all around me. “The messages are gone.” While I was in prison and especially after my conversation with Laura, that was the only thing I could think about. Those messages. I knew
083Alora's POV One would think that at this point, and with everything I've been through, I would have gotten used to it by now. But no matter how much shit I've been through, I like to think that's the last. That doesn't necessarily work, and the phone call I received last night, was all the proof I needed in the world to finally understand that. I drummed my fingernails against the surface of my steering wheel. An unruly rhythm reached my ears, but I tuned them out the moment they got closer to my earlobe. On the outside, horns blared and honked at the traffic light that had been stuck at the red light for the past thirty minutes. At this point, I was beginning to think it might be a malfunction, because I had no idea what was causing the holdup. The zebra crossing in front of me was as empty as could be, so why wasn't the light changing? I sighed. If anything, it gave me some time to think. I'd sworn I wasn't going to do that too often, but life obviously had other plans
082Alora's POV I had no idea which was weird, the entire moments that led up to me fainting and waking up in the hospital, or Fredrick's weird energy. If I was being honest though, I would say it was Fredrick. I watched him from the windows in the living room as his car pulled out of the compound. I wasn't sure why, but his departure just didn't sit right with me. It sounded weird, and funny in a way. My mind went in a million directions, and so many thoughts crowded my head, but no matter how frazzled my brain was, my uncertainty didn't hint at the fact that he was probably cheating on me. It didn't. At all. For most women, that would be their first thought, but not for me. Fredrick wasn't that type of man, and he never would be. But at the same time, he had never been the kind to keep something from me. It was pretty obvious at this point. Usually, whenever he saw I was in a bad mood, he would do everything in his power to cheer me up. But throughout the drive home, he'
081Fredrick's POV The drive back home was silent. I hated it, but there was really nothing I could do about it. I wanted to speak, to try and ease out the tension that brewed in the car, but no matter how hard I tried or wanted to, I just couldn't bring myself to do anything. It just didn't feel right. I let out a sigh. I'd been doing that for the past couple of minutes now, but Alora didn't seem to complain. In fact, she hadn't reacted to anything I'd done and I would be lying if I said it didn't bother me. I snuck a glance at the woman in question. She had her head tilted towards the window, with her eyes trained on the scenery whizzing past. I knew Alora well enough to know that she wasn't staring at anything. She was looking at it, but she couldn't see anything. Even after Eliaz had left the ward, the tension that once brewed between the three of us didnt just go away. I'd stared at her for a couple of seconds, and it was obvious something was wrong . Very wrong. I was