She shuffled towards the door. In that instant, she could not understand, but at the same time, she understood completely.
The door of the jewelry shop snapped shut, exposing herself to the cool autumn breeze. She pulled the coat around herself, shivering slightly, for she didn't like the cold. It was like the unexpected, just as unwelcome and alien to her.
Her mind was elsewhere, because all she could think of right now was the tattoo that was on his shoulder.
It seemed that things were starting to become complicated.
Although she understood that things could not stay the same, she could not figure out why only now that things were starting to change from its usual course.
Her mind recalled the last sentence that her dad told her before she never saw him again, in person.
If you see this symbol, anywhere, know that you must do what is necessary.
He drew the same symbol on a small piece of paper. After a few moments, he threw it into the fire, where it disintegrated into ashes.
Now, everything seemed to fit into place. Perhaps a little too perfectly.
She would now be waiting for a text message, that would guide her on her next course of action.
In her hand, was a small paper bag containing a small brooch that she had just bought for her mother. She made a mental note to remember to pay her respects later.
Who knew, going to a random shop on particularly normal day could lead her to one of her most anticipated yet dreadful day of her life.
She definitely didn't think of it. Not in a million years.
She reached the carpark, and got into her blue Chevy. Horizon blue, to be exact. It was a car that she had got for her graduation present. Not too shabby.
She didn't have many prized possessions, but the one that she valued the most was a locket that she wore around her neck.
It held a photograph of her sister, of course, but she had never revealed it to anyone.
She began driving towards her school, Harvard. She stepped on the gas, suddenly realizing that she had to make it back before curfew.
It was depressing that she had to remain on campus during break because she had to catch up with her work.
When she had parked just a few blocks away from her dormitory, her pocket buzzed. Was it...?
She fished it out and squinted at the small screen.
The text was short and simple.
Kate. Tomorrow night, 8:30. Be at the club at Jefferson Road. Try not to get into trouble. Remember our agreement.
KatherineSeriously, what kind of father would demandtheir daughter to do this chore? I groaned in disgust. Only mine will. Yeah, going to a shady club alone to just you know, hang around. This was totally normal for me and me being a Harvard student would fit in perfectly, not conspicuous at all.I would tell you that I was a spy, but then I'd have to kill youwhich would be rather inconvenient for me. So I'd rather not but you get my drift.This was why I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror and checking my appearance furiously, as if I was going to meet Mr Trump. I put on heavy eyeliner and lipstick. Yes, I look naturally gothic now. Awesome.Finally, I was minimally satisfied with my appearance and moved on to m
KatherineDamien crossed his arms, his gaze assessing and speculative."Actually I would like to discuss something with you. A proposal." Damien coughed, then took out what looked like a cigar from his pocket.I wonder what else he has in his pocket. Get your mind out of the gutter, Kathy! I chided myself inwardly.I realized he was waiting for me to respond, so I asked, "A proposal of what kind?""A business proposal. I was looking for a personal assistant now that my current one is... disposed of, let's put it that way." Damien said carelessly, smirking a little as if he was recalling something amusing. I don't know how getting retrenched could be so amusing to him. What in the bab
Katherine"Ladies first." Damian said after we keyed in our names into the dart machine. Damian vs Kate, it read.Fine with me, no biggie. I walked, feeling bold so I started swaying my hips from side to side when I passed him. I also flicked my hair for good measure. I could feel his eyes on me as his scent of the mix of cigarettes and aromatic cologne wafted through the air.I took a deep breath and threw the dart. It landed just slightly higher than the target, giving me a score of 20 points. We had selected the countdown mode so the person that reached the lowest number first would be the winner."Not bad, Ms Trent." He said approvingly. At this point, I realized everyone was more obviously crowding around us to see what was happe
When I woke up, the first thing that I noticed was the soft linen sheets under my skin. This certainly didn't feel like the ones at home, I thought to myself as I opened my eyes.I was lying down on a gigantic bed facing a magnificent view of the lake. The room was huge too, with many windows that let in natural light. Where was I? I wondered. I wasn't kidnapped right?My brain struggled to remember what happened yesterday night but all I recalled was me walking into a nightclub and having played darts with Damian, who was the owner of the nightclub. Everything after was a complete blur to me.I looked around, trying to orientate myself and I realised I was alone. Suddenly, panic hit me. Oh no! Where was my phone and wallet?I looked
The day passed by without anything out of the ordinary. I attended my classes and occasionally I spotted Sammy in a few of them. Probably skipping again, I thought to myself, shaking my head. She had a habit of skipping lessons with her boyfriend, going up stone-walled staircases, and taking cigs at our school's many unknown balconies. She was my best friend but in many ways, we were completely different. The only resemblance we had was the way we dressed for school.We both had a thing for black clothes, and many people would stare at us in the distance. Perhaps it was the lip piercing, or the leather miniskirts, or the fishnet stockings, I never really figured that out. Anyhow, we were the iconic best friends in school, and soon many people just kept their distance.It was only recently that she had a boyfriend, Patch, that she
"Thank you," I said when we were cruising away in the soft purr of his car. Who knows what could have happened if he wasn't here. Part of me wondered how he knew where I was, but I didn't really want to find out. Damien was mysterious in his own ways, but this was what intrigued me."You're welcome, cupcake. You're lucky he is still in one piece." He said darkly, his eyes full of anger. "I don't want anyone to hurt you." He said, his jaw clenched.He cares about me! My mind raced. How can I, an ordinary girl, be important to him? I was still processing this."Now let's move on to the important part," Damien said authoritatively. "I am sending you to my office to have the documents settled. It is important that you read every page of the document and sign only after you have thoro
Katherine"Sorry, but I refuse." I heard myself say. I was never going to agree with him, especially if he is being pushy and a jerk.Damien paused midway in his step, and he gasped inaudibly. I smirked internally. Maybe nobody has ever said the word 'no' to him before. He was probably very used to getting his way in things. I won't agree, not without something to gain, of course. Besides, my father's order was to follow him closely, not to become his secretary. I grimaced at the change of events. How was I going to intimidate him now?"What?" Damien uttered in disbelief. He was smoothing out his crisp white shirt and an expensive-looking tie, but now his hands had balled into fists. Slowly and deliberately, he walked closer till we were inches away, my ass resting on the desk. H
Katherine"Sorry, but I refuse." I heard myself say. I was never going to agree with him, especially if he is being pushy and a jerk.Damien paused midway in his step, and he gasped inaudibly. I smirked internally. Maybe nobody has ever said the word 'no' to him before. He was probably very used to getting his way in things. I won't agree, not without something to gain, of course. Besides, my father's order was to follow him closely, not to become his secretary. I grimaced at the change of events. How was I going to intimidate him now?"What?" Damien uttered in disbelief. He was smoothing out his crisp white shirt and an expensive-looking tie, but now his hands had balled into fists. Slowly and deliberately, he walked closer till we were inches away, my ass resting on the desk. H
"Thank you," I said when we were cruising away in the soft purr of his car. Who knows what could have happened if he wasn't here. Part of me wondered how he knew where I was, but I didn't really want to find out. Damien was mysterious in his own ways, but this was what intrigued me."You're welcome, cupcake. You're lucky he is still in one piece." He said darkly, his eyes full of anger. "I don't want anyone to hurt you." He said, his jaw clenched.He cares about me! My mind raced. How can I, an ordinary girl, be important to him? I was still processing this."Now let's move on to the important part," Damien said authoritatively. "I am sending you to my office to have the documents settled. It is important that you read every page of the document and sign only after you have thoro
The day passed by without anything out of the ordinary. I attended my classes and occasionally I spotted Sammy in a few of them. Probably skipping again, I thought to myself, shaking my head. She had a habit of skipping lessons with her boyfriend, going up stone-walled staircases, and taking cigs at our school's many unknown balconies. She was my best friend but in many ways, we were completely different. The only resemblance we had was the way we dressed for school.We both had a thing for black clothes, and many people would stare at us in the distance. Perhaps it was the lip piercing, or the leather miniskirts, or the fishnet stockings, I never really figured that out. Anyhow, we were the iconic best friends in school, and soon many people just kept their distance.It was only recently that she had a boyfriend, Patch, that she
When I woke up, the first thing that I noticed was the soft linen sheets under my skin. This certainly didn't feel like the ones at home, I thought to myself as I opened my eyes.I was lying down on a gigantic bed facing a magnificent view of the lake. The room was huge too, with many windows that let in natural light. Where was I? I wondered. I wasn't kidnapped right?My brain struggled to remember what happened yesterday night but all I recalled was me walking into a nightclub and having played darts with Damian, who was the owner of the nightclub. Everything after was a complete blur to me.I looked around, trying to orientate myself and I realised I was alone. Suddenly, panic hit me. Oh no! Where was my phone and wallet?I looked
Katherine"Ladies first." Damian said after we keyed in our names into the dart machine. Damian vs Kate, it read.Fine with me, no biggie. I walked, feeling bold so I started swaying my hips from side to side when I passed him. I also flicked my hair for good measure. I could feel his eyes on me as his scent of the mix of cigarettes and aromatic cologne wafted through the air.I took a deep breath and threw the dart. It landed just slightly higher than the target, giving me a score of 20 points. We had selected the countdown mode so the person that reached the lowest number first would be the winner."Not bad, Ms Trent." He said approvingly. At this point, I realized everyone was more obviously crowding around us to see what was happe
KatherineDamien crossed his arms, his gaze assessing and speculative."Actually I would like to discuss something with you. A proposal." Damien coughed, then took out what looked like a cigar from his pocket.I wonder what else he has in his pocket. Get your mind out of the gutter, Kathy! I chided myself inwardly.I realized he was waiting for me to respond, so I asked, "A proposal of what kind?""A business proposal. I was looking for a personal assistant now that my current one is... disposed of, let's put it that way." Damien said carelessly, smirking a little as if he was recalling something amusing. I don't know how getting retrenched could be so amusing to him. What in the bab
KatherineSeriously, what kind of father would demandtheir daughter to do this chore? I groaned in disgust. Only mine will. Yeah, going to a shady club alone to just you know, hang around. This was totally normal for me and me being a Harvard student would fit in perfectly, not conspicuous at all.I would tell you that I was a spy, but then I'd have to kill youwhich would be rather inconvenient for me. So I'd rather not but you get my drift.This was why I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror and checking my appearance furiously, as if I was going to meet Mr Trump. I put on heavy eyeliner and lipstick. Yes, I look naturally gothic now. Awesome.Finally, I was minimally satisfied with my appearance and moved on to m
She shuffled towards the door. In that instant, she could not understand, but at the same time, she understood completely.The door of the jewelry shop snapped shut, exposing herself to the cool autumn breeze. She pulled the coat around herself, shivering slightly, for she didn't like the cold. It was like the unexpected, just as unwelcome and alien to her.Her mind was elsewhere, because all she could think of right now was the tattoo that was on his shoulder.It seemed that things were starting to become complicated.Although she understood that things could not stay the same, she could not figure out why only now that things were starting to change from its usual course.