Failed Plan

Linda paced about impatiently and furiously. He was taking too long to get back to her. He was taking too long to show up, and Linda was almost bursting with anticipation.

The sound of Linda’ heels clicked on the marble floor, and if it was possible for them to bore holes with the way she was pacing back and forth, the entire room would be perforated by now. She drummed her long manicured nails together, waiting.

This bastard had better had a good explanation for this delay, Linda said to herself. He was the best at what he does, so why on earth was she so worked up. Linda’s phone beeped. She rushed over to it, thinking that it was either him or Samuel, and frankly, right now, she would not mind either of those. It has been difficult getting through to Samuel for hours now, and after their last argument, he had completely stopped taking her calls.

She needed to do something. Even if someone was to win her over anything, especially a man, it should not be Ciara Summers. She would rathe