It was almost 6 by the time they were done. Rebecca was starving. Jean had ordered Chinese dumplings but Barbara had smacked Rebecca’s hand when she tried to reach for one.
“No eating! Not until I am done!”
Now, finally, after what Rebecca felt was like an eternity, Barbara was done. The french lady looked pleased as a pie, “There darling, now you are truly a belle femme! Open y
William looked at her, his eyes, dark and smouldering. He had never looked more handsome than he did right now but Rebecca found herself shaking her head. This was appalling. No way was she going to walk around in public with a vibrator.William shifted closer to Rebecca, the light from above highlighting his premature grey streaks. Gently, he cupped her face in his hand and rubbed her lips with his thumb. Rebecca could feel her heart beat faster.
The evening started with an awards presentation by Anna Wintour and Yvonne Force Villareal. William had somehow gotten seats at the same table as the senator and Rebecca wasted no time ambushing the senator with her questions. She was grateful that William did not press the button during the whole time she spoke to the senator. She doubted she would d have been able to talk at all if he did. The senator was obviously uncomfortable having to talk to Rebecca, she did not mince her words. By the time Char
It was past midnight when Rebecca finally awoke. With great difficulty, she opened her eyes. Her body was sore and her mind was still groggy, she rubbed her temples trying to recall where she was. She was covered in an extremely silky soft satin comforter but this was not her blanket, she lifted her head and looked around. This was definitely not her room either, where was she?Then she felt something between her thighs.
Rebecca woke up to the smell of coffee and opened her eyes to the warm morning sunlight streaming in from wall windows. William was sitting by a little round coffee table next to the window with his back to her, sipping his coffee and checking his phone.
It was almost eleven. The room cleaning lady had neither arrived nor answered his calls. John had sent a team member to look for her two hours ago but there was still no news.All of a sudden, Sam rushed over to where John was seated, he was out of breath, “She’s dead.”“What!?”“She’s dead, a jogger found her at the Lowline Park.”John lost all appetite f
John knelt on the grass on one knee, his eyes scanning the chalk outline of the deceased housekeeping lady. Around him, two sniffer dogs were brought around the park to collect more evidence. There had to be something the murderer had left behind. But for now, they were back to square one, with another murder case to solve. This did not look good, it did not look good at all. John’s eyebrows creased and he shook his head in frustration as his hand found its way to the back of his neck to massage it. His neck was stiff from looking down too long and a migraine was forming too. He desperately needed to rest. From the corner of his eye, he saw Sam Park was shouting out orders at their team to perform a more thorough check. He signalled for Sam to come over.“Contact her family, friends and colleagues. Zone in on anything you find fishy.”Sam nodded.“And Sam?”“Yes John?”“See if she spoke to anyone abou
The station was in chaos. Jolene Knowles had committed suicide in the women’s bathroom. But before she breathed her last, she had written three words on the tiled walls of the bathroom.“SMOKE and MIRRORS”It was cryptic, a riddle upon riddles. John had no idea what she meant, save for the fact that she had been seemingly fine about wasting away in prison for the rest of her life until she received a bouquet of white roses.The officers in charge had inspected the flowers and found nothing suspicious, the strange thing was, no one knew who sent them. Except for Jolene, but she was dead now.John stood in the women’s bathroom staring at the blood-stained wall. There had been no female officer on duty that afternoon so beardy officer Banks had waited outside while Jolene answered nature’s call. The poor guy would probably be blacklisted for the rest of his career. He had w
The sun was setting as the Bugatti Veyron pulled up at the Woolworth Tower Residences. Rebecca marvelled at the remaining golden rays of the sun as it dipped below the tips of the great tower, casting a warm orange glow in everything below.It took her a moment to realize that she was not at the Silverman residence. She tapped Tony’s shoulder, “Tony, why are we here?”Tony chuckled, “Ms Grey, Mr Silverman is waiting for you at the penthouse. Level 54. Off you go.”Just how many properties does this guy own? Rebecca wondered as a young bellboy opened the car door for her. She stepped out, shielding her eyes from the rays of the sun and swung her backpack on her shoulder. The bellboy smiled politely at her and gestured for her to follow him into the lobby.She did and walked into a private residential lobby and was greeted with an extraordinary coffe
Over the next few days, TNN and countless other media went crazy over the Silverman case. William Silverman resigned as the CEO of Silverman Corporation, liquidated his shares and sold the Silverware to an up and coming startup company from Silicon Valley. The name Thomas Silverman became the most searched for words in the search engine and just about everyone had a story to tell about the mysterious murderous twin. Some claimed to have seen him playing in the slums as a child, others swore they had bumped into him at a prestigious boarding school in Europe and yet a few others would say he had been kept locked up in a bunker as a sexual slave to his crazed mother. Thomas Silverman was swiftly given a life sentence without parole while his mother was slapped with a house arrest of 3 years for physical, emotional and mental abuse of her sons. Williams was set free on a hefty bail and seemingly disappeared from the limelight. He neither ca
Someone was crying.Am I dead?Rebecca’s hand twitched and all of a sudden, she felt a pair of cold hands clamping onto hers.“She’s awake!” a voice squealed.I know that voice.“Rebecca! Honey!” another voice.Mom?She finally opened her eyes with great difficulty and to her delight, she was greeted by the faces of her loved ones – her mom, John, Jean and Sam. There was even a bouquet of bougainvillaea on the overbed table.Oh, so I’m not dead.On her left, holding tightly onto her free hand was her mother, sobbing uncontrollably. She smiled weakly at her mother, feeling her lips crack in the process. She needed a drink. Her throat hurt. Come to think of it, her whole body and head hurt.“Where am I?” she managed to croak out. Her mother cried even louder. The
The wooden door burst open to the brilliance of white light, momentarily blinding both Rebecca and Thomas.“Hands in the air!”John? Rebecca could not believe her ears. A huge wave of relief washed over her trembling body. Surely she wasn’t dreaming?Her eyes had yet to adjust to the sudden light from the room above, all she could make out was a few silhouettes descending the staircase and it looked like they were carrying guns.Rebecca’s relief was short-lived for Thomas was not giving up - in one swift motion, he grabbed her by the neck and spun her around, using her as a shield of some sort.“Come any closer and I’ll kill her!” he screamed, his arm tightening around her neck cutting her source of air supply.Great, not again. His grip was hard and she had trouble breathing but she was sure he did not have any weapon that would be able to outfight a gun. Ne
“Mrs Silverman, hurry!” Rebecca gasped and wheezed as she tried to pull the dazed woman up from the floor to no avail. Thomas lay facedown, unmoving but Rebecca was not taking any chances. A little puddle of blood formed around his head but she doubted he was dead.The older woman held her hands towards her neck, cradling it. “He tried to kill me…” she whispered hoarsely, rocking herself back in forth, still in shock.“My own son tried to kill me…my little Tommy…”“Ahh, yes, “Rebecca answered exasperatedly. “That he did, and that is why we must get out of here! I doubt he’ll be out for long,” Rebecca pulled at Mrs Silverman’s elbow again. For an elderly woman, she was quite heavy. Rebecca was having trouble helping her up.She kept glancing back and forth between the stairway and Thomas. They had to hurry! Th
Rebecca Grey would have surely died had Mrs Silverman not intervened. She had suffered heavy blows on her sides as well as abdomen and with each blow, she felt as if a beast was trying to force its way out of her throat. She could not catch her breath. And the pain – it felt like her stomach was endlessly being stabbed with a thousand poisoned knives.“Thomas Silverman!”A woman’s voice boomed in the basement, and the sheer volume of her voice bounced off the cement walls in resounding echoes. Rebecca was still conscious enough to recognize that voice for she had heard before – at William’s penthouse. It was his mother.Somehow, during the course of the attack, Rebecca’s blindfold had slipped downwards and she could see the silhouette of Mrs Silverman walking towards them. The room was not as dark as she had first thought it to be, there was a dull fluorescent light that flickered above them and as her eyes adjusted to the light, sh
Rebecca woke to the incessant sound of a dull and monotonous beating drum only to realize that the sound came from her own head. Her head felt strangely heavy, as was her body. It felt as if she was moving underwater. She blinked but could see nothing. Everything was pitch black. It was then she began to register the fact that she was blindfolded, gagged and tied up.What happened? Where am I?Then her memories came rushing back in a tidal wave, from the moment when Thomas Silverman stepped into her apartment to the last second before she lost consciousness. Her hands were bounded tightly together to her feet by what felt like nylon rope, making her body arch back in the shape of an inverted ‘C’. The positioning of her body made her chest stick out awkwardly, causing her to feel extremely exposed and vulnerable, She had nothing on but a t-shirt and an extremely short pair of pants. She was on an extremely cold and damp f
Mrs Wilson, Rebecca’s landlord was just about to step down into the basement with her pink laundry basket when she looked to the landing of the peeling wooden staircase to see a scantily clad Rebecca in the arms of none other than the CEO of the Silverman Corporation.The bulb at the stairway to the basement had blown and because of that, she was shrouded in the shadows. The continuous thunder helped masked her presence as she curiously peered at William Silverman. She had seen both of them in her daughter’s magazine, Entertainment Weekly or People Magazine - she wasn’t too sure of the name but boy did the both of them looked good together. It reminded her of her younger days when she too had been hot and beautiful.But tonight, both of them looked far from glamorous. In fact, William Silverman was oddly dressed in black and carrying an unconscious Rebecca out of the apartment doorway.She wondered whet
“William…” Rebecca smile awkwardly, recalling the strained circumstance under which they had parted earlier that morning.William smiled back, his eyes bright and alert as he stepped into her apartment. He scanned her place quietly as she closed the door.Her phone rang again, it was John. Rebecca silenced her phone and placed it on the kitchen countertop.Rebecca noticed how wet William was. Water was dripping onto the wooden floor, creating yet another puddle much like her backpack did.“You’re wet. Did you come by yourself?” She wondered why he hadn’t called for Tony as he usually did. William nodded silently, taking in the sight of her place.Rebecca suddenly felt very conscious of how shabby her apartment was in comparison to his glorious penthouse. Her dirty clothes were still piled up high like a mountain on her bed and stacks of
The sky was crying. Heavy rain splashed onto the pavement where Rebecca walked, soaking her from head to toe. She was carrying a big black umbrella but the wind and rain were too strong, rendering the piece of circular protection that old man Whitmore had given her useless. Even her backpack which was worn over her chest was wet. It did nothing to protect her from the cold. Her blouse was practically clinging onto her like a second skin.Not a taxi could be seen on her way back and everyone else had scurried for safety from the heavy downpour. Rebecca regretted not taking up the offer for shelter at the old Whitmore building; she had been far too agitated over the revelation.There’s a twin. Was he the one William was arguing with?Thunder cracked above as her phone which was tucked deep in her backpack rang. She did not hear it.Why doesn’t anyone know about it?