Daniel slid his finger across his phone screen, turning off the alarm he had set beforehand. His eyes drifted around the room as he sat up, already buried in deep anticipation. He’d be meeting Naomi today again and his excitement was more prominent than ever before.Shuffling out of bed, he walked to his bathroom. Today, he needed to look different in her eyes, something simple but attractive.She seemed like the type of person interested in men that smells good and dresses in the proper attire and today he’d do just that.Daniel brushed his teeth first, took a shower and then stood in front of the mirror for fifteen minutes, styling his hair. When he deemed himself done, he stepped out of the bathroom, got dressed in his finest suit, then threw an apron over himself and began cooking what she had requested of him yesterday.As soon as everything was ready, he headed out, reaching the hospital in no time. He was early, but better early than late!He checked in, carrying a scandal with
Daniel pressed aggressively at his gas pedal as he drove. He didn’t like the way he felt, his heart was dense at the thought of Naomi’s and Mark’s behaviour back at the hospital. They were so acquainted with each other that it bothered him immensely.Sighing, he looked down at his phone when it began ringing and slowed down in order to pick it up. It was the mechanic. “Hi Daniel, how are you?”Despite his bad mood, Daniel strived to be polite. “I’m good, how about you? Is everything going well with the cars? And it’s still not possible to get the Mercedes any time soon?”“I ordered the parts for the Mercedes, as for the BMX, Stacy has already collected it.”“That’s good to hear. I’m happy that I now have only one left to deal with. I was just on my way there, is there anything I could get for you to eat or drink? I could pick it up on the way.”“No need for that, I’ve already eaten my lunch and moreover visiting is unnecessary since everything here is okay and under control. Take the
After the unfortunate call with his father, Daniel’s mom suddenly popped up in his head. It has been a while too long since he had spoken to her. He needed to call her as soon as he got home.But his dad, why was he suddenly interested in being a father? Why now? Was he for real?The swirling wind blew through the tinted windows of Daniel’s car as he rushed home, combing through his soft hair and caressing his face. He still couldn’t believe it, after so many years, he decided to call now.Daniel’s thoughts kept running over possible reasons why, but none of them added up. He barely remembered how that man looked and if he hadn’t called just now, Daniel wouldn’t have remembered how his voice sounded. This was all…the call…it was a surprise to Daniel.Pulling up in his front yard, Daniel walked to his door, dialing his mother’s number, and reaching her at the third ring. “Daniel…?”Daniel twisted his key in the knob and pushed his door open. “Mom, I bet you wouldn’t be able to tell me
It was a bright and beautiful day for Naomi to get everyone over. But the thought of not seeing Daniel rushes through her mind. This would be a great opportunity for him to get his mind off certain things. She aims to win his case, not him. I'm just getting it done fast for him to get the time to visit his mom. Such a burden.He won’t be here, but the good thing about it, Mark will. Reaching across the bed and over to the nightstand, Naomi grabs the phone, speed dialing her secretary. If nobody else could, then Grace could prepare the best for this day.Grace did hear the phone rings but didn’t want to look because she already knew who it was. She allows it to ring twice, going thrice. Then, she decided, “Hello, I thought today was my day off?”“Yes, it is, don’t tell me you forgot about the party at my house.”“No, I didn’t. I'm quite sure it starts at 12 pm or is it 1 pm.” Grace feels cornered.“12 pm is good for you. Could you prepare some vegetables and desserts for the day?”“Wa
It was a bright, sunny day in Los Angeles, but despite the burning sun up above, the cool breeze licked at Naomi’s skin, calming her nerves. She wasn’t sure why, but she liked the warmth it radiated, so much that she stood in her night gown on her lawn, totally pretending that she was on the beach. Her imagination was far gone that she could hear the drifting of the waves, feel her body on the silky sands, and see the- OH NO!!!! Naomi jumped out of her thoughts, suddenly remembering that she had a meeting with a client at 10am. She was conscious of it last night before bed, but the beauty of the morning had caught her mind, hauling it away from what was important. With a sigh of disappointment —in herself— she lumbered through the front door, heading directly for her room. Should she just postpone the meeting? After all, she was already late; she hadn’t yet showered or combed her hair either and her breath was just a second away from killing her. But then again, if she postpone
Naomi suddenly stopped moving the papers and just stared straight into his dark, brown eyes. She really didn’t care about what he had to say, this meeting was solely about his case and she’d like to keep it that way. “Can I meet with you briefly on Friday? I need to discuss the court date if that’s okay with you.” “I’ll adjust my schedule, so that I can have a drink of coffee with you after the meeting.” He smiled cheekily, shuffling to comfort on the office chair. “I’m trying to make up for the chip on your shoulder.” “I’m going to be a bit busy. I have some unfinished papers I need to sort out for a friend of mine after our session, his name is Steve…it so happens that I’ll be meeting with him on Friday” In suddenness, Naomi’s office door opened, Grace peeking inside. “Boss just to inform you that the office will be closed on Friday, so please don’t accept or book any appointments for Friday, okay?” If Naomi could shove her shoe in her secretary’s mouth, she would. “Are you sur
Knowing on a day like this she had to meet with the one person she didn't want to see right now, Naomi twisted, turned and pull the sheets over her head wishing for him to cancel. He wouldn't, she knew, but at least she could hope, right? Slowly, Naomi rolled out of bed and did her regular morning routine; she brushed her teeth, took a shower, combed her hair then searched for the ugliest suit she had in her closet. She drew her curtains, examining the weather outside. As she looked, she noticed that the climate looked as though it was going to rain. Could this be her get away? Could this be God granting her wish? Naomi shook her head, suddenly remembering the hefty amount of money Mr. Ferguson was paying to solve his case. That money would benefit her wallet, her bank account and her cupboards in the kitchen. She couldn't lose him or the case for that matter... Thinking positively at this moment, Noami looked up at her clock, noticing that it was almost time to get ready. Sh
Daniel looked at Naomi, not completely believing what she just said. He turned to the young lady. "I will pay for it no need to worry." Naomi glared over at him, so lost in her anger that she spat out any word that came to the tip of her tongue. "And did I ask you to pay for it? That’s what you do, and not just you but men over all; throw money on women just so you can get inside of their pants." Daniel's neutral face expression changed, his eyes twitching as he drew back his hand with the thumb drive. "You know what? I will drop this off another time because my appetite is now ruining …" He picked up his bag, walking through the exit without saying another word to Naomi. Naomi shoved her cup of coffee aside and pushed her chair back in order to get out of it. Towards the door she then stomped, bumping right back into Daniel. "Sorry." She grumbled out, stepping out of his way. Daniel let out a breath of irritation. “The pessimist...? why did you have to insult her like that?" "D