I spruced up in a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt, all ready to go.
" What! Is this what you are wearing to surprise our cutie? Oh no, no, no. no fucking way!" She yells repeatedly." Why not? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I retort." What's wrong with what you are wearing? She scuffs. Everything is wrong with what you are wearing girl! She sighs. I need to find you something to wear, you don't plan on slapping that cutie on the face with your attitude while wearing that and looking like a delivery lady with cats, lots of cats at home." She shrugs as she walks to my closet and browses through them. " Hey! I don't want I look fancy-schmancy, I just want to hand him the check back and show him that not everyone worships money as he does." I explained." Stop talking and put these on, she threw a black gown to me. And please make it snappy, I'm growing impatient already, I need to catch a glimpse of his face again. She mumbles in excitement asOn getting to the fiftieth floor, the elevator stops and we alight from it, and instantly our jaws drop at the sight of the huge busy office, men and women in cooperating attire as they pace through and fro whilst holding laptops, office files, and extra.The number of lawyers working under him seems a whole lot, as I walk up to the receptionist sitting behind her desk, Sam settles down on the chair at the reception." Hi! I'm here to see Mr. Colton." I say nicely as she looks up and locks eyes with me." Do you have an appointment with him, ma'am?" She enquires." Not exactly, it's just that he mistakenly dropped his valid check and I like to return it to him, that's all," I explained." Wow! That's so sweet of you, kindly have a seat and I will inform him." She muttered with a smile and a stare of admiration." Umm, I have an idea!" I whispered to her." Yeah, go on." She pays listening ears to me." Why don't you let me go see him once he i
" Nothing new happened Sam, at least not something that I've never discerned before. What else do you expect from a man like him besides being defiant, showboating, and flaunting his wealth in front of the world." I reply furiously.Sam heaves a sigh while gaping at me. " you know there is a saying that goes, ' Tomorrow is like a wrapped box of gift, you never know what's inside until it's finally opened." She quotes." And what is that suppose to mean?" I questioned her." Nothing, I'm just going to sit back and watch how the gift of tomorrow unfolds." She smirks while raising her eyebrows weirdly again.As we were having our conversation, the waitress appears with our brunch, some nicely baked bagel, croissants with a chocolate filling, some fresh strawberries, and two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice. Of course, the bill is Still on Sam since it was her idea we come for brunch, however, I might split the bills and pay half of it to help us out. the fac
Throughout our trip to Sam's coffee shop, she kept on a wry face and didn't say a word to me.I've heard people who live in New York City can speak and understand the mumbling utterances made in the train by the conductor but I get to witness it once we got to the street we are to stop and immediately the conductor mumbles something which I paid no attention to Sam stands up." Let's go, the train won't be taking the route we are supposed to alight at the due to some issues." She explained." Wait, how did you learn all these?" I ask."I speak conductor fluently." She brags as she continues out and I follow her though surprised at how weird it is that she could hear and understand apparently what the conductor just murmured.We found our way through the station and outside to the road where we take a cab down to her coffee shop as we make our entrance into the shop.Two of her young employees, a young male college student and a middle-aged Spanish lady,
It's been a month, a beautiful stress-free month of working with Sam at her coffee and pastry shop. I enjoy every single bit of my time serving and giving all my attention to the customer's needs, I don't think there is a part of my job I didn't like Though it paid a little, however, the fact that I can earn a dollar at the end of the day means so much to me. In barely a month now I have saved up enough cash to buy a new window phone for myself, at least now I will be proficient to browse the internet and socialize via social media, and of course with my fake identity and a picture of some celebrity or nature on my wall.I try to keep everything about me clandestine and it seems to be working perfectly, Eventually, my life is turning out to be stress-free with some happy mode activated, though, sometimes Sam can be a little uptight and inflexible when it comes to the subject of how to make some changes with the coffee shop, however, I understand what she is doing, making an eff
Why do I feel like something is wrong, I could sense that I've missed something trying to understand Sam, is there something she isn't telling me? I could sense something fishy but I can't seem to wrap my hands around it.We got to the shop and I resume my duty immediately, During my entire shift I try talking to Sam, however, she continues to avoid me on each attempt I make, using the term " there is no relation in business." Whenever I come to talk to have a word with her.I understand, perhaps I meddle in other people's matters but she isn't just anyone to me, she is my best friend and a sister to me, and I believe sisters don't keep their pain from one another.I know she is hiding her feelings, something must have happened to her to make her keep faking her smile and harboring so much anger in her heart." An idea! Perhaps I should speak to Mrs.Torres, she must know something." I ponder as I take the empty plates and cup of coffee I recently served a c
" You still haven't told me where we are going, Amanda?" Sam inquires of me.I hear her, however, I seize to answer her and decide to avoid making eye contact with her as the driver continues to our destination." Why aren't you answering any of my questions, will you talk to me?" She rebels.I can sense her gaping at me furiously but I chose to linger on staying mute, she crinkle her arms and frown her face.The taxi Pulls over by the corner after a twenty minutes ride from the coffee shop.I jump out of the car while Sam comes out after me, I keep my hand in my purse and pay off the driver and he zooms out immediately." what are we doing here, why did you bring me here Amanda?" She yells as her face turns crimson." I am so sorry but I have to step in and help you do what you are supposed to, a few days back. So come with me, let's go." I drag her by the arm as we proceed into the cemetery.With the help of Mrs. Torres, I was able to find o
" Y-yes?" I stammer." Ma'am you only have three days to get the money for the surgery or else... She pauses and sighs. We might not be able to save her." She states.My room was always filled with the echoes of honking car horns and distinct noises of new york city, suddenly in those brief seconds as I hold the phone in my left ear and listening to the doctor without a word. The only thing that encompass my room is an eerie lull which sent a cold shiver and skepticism running down gently in my spine.Could this be a malediction in my fate, why does despair often knocks at my door each time there is a ray of hope and happiness in my life?" Amanda! Amanda! " suddenly I could hear Sam's voice calling out to me as I slowly wipe my tears and look up, our gaze meets." Amanda, I am so sorry for saying all those nasty things to you, I-i don't know what came over me. She turns and places her hand on my shoulder. I just want you to know that you are a part of my streng
We are here, eventually, my heart won't stop scampering throughout the entire trip. Sam and I make our way into the building which seems like a warehouse of the sort, there are some packaged goods in cartons stacked on the floor by the corner and some men standing and having a chit chat while some are busy arranging and repackaging the unknown goods in the cartons.It didn't look anything like what I had imagined on my way here, at least there isn't a group of varmints puffing smokes while counting stacks of cash, rather the men here seem to be more engrossed with what they are doing and everything seems legal to me." Hey! Excuse me, Sam waves at one of the men standing across the hall as he slowly takes a few steps closer to us with his brows furrow." Yeah? " the man motioned tilting his neck backward in a manner that his chin notches at Sam while he munches on his gum." Pardon me, please where can we find Mr. Roger?"" Oh! Do you mean the boss? Follow me, he says
Hailey's POV"What was all that bullshit you did out there?" Colton asked as he banged his hand so hard on the table, it nearly gave me a heart attack.I jumped. " I'm sorry. If it wasn't urgent then..."" Then what? Who do you think you are to barge into my office and create such chaos?" He walked up to me and grabbed my arm." Nobody. I'm a nobody." I said quietly and he let go of me as if he saw through me and then took a few steps back to his desk." What do you want?" He asked as he slowly placed the bottled water back on his table." To save my mother, I need $40,000 for her surgery."He scoffed " That's a huge sum of money, and why do you think I'd give you such an amount?" He asked sitting on the chair behind the desk." I don't know. I guess I don't have a lot of options on my table. I'm just playing all my cards and thats why I came to you."" I can give you forty grand but what do I get in return." He asked stroking his chin." Whatever you want?" I said without hesitation
Hailey's POVWhile I struggled with him, I kept screaming "Help!" hoping the cops would hear my voice and come to my aid.He forcefully dragged me to his office desk and began to strip my pants with his right hand while his left hand clenched my hair and pinned my face on the table.I struggled with him but he overpowered me and stripped my pants off.Just when he was about to force himself onto me, the door was kicked open with a cop at the entrance holding a gun at him." Step away from the lady." He instructed him.Immediately he let go of my hair and pulled assy from me.I heaved a sigh of relief and slumped into the chair behind me.The officer walked over and put a cuff on his wrists." Ma'am, are you okay?" The officer asked and I nodded gently, while I tried to control my emotions.I could feel my hands trembling as I arranged my hair.Suddenly, I recalled that Sam was still held by Roger's men, I hurried out of the office in search of her."Sam!" I called out." Amanda" I he
" you little birdy, think you could fly because you can flap your wings huh? " I hear Mr. Rogers's voice and then the sound of a smack." Oh gosh! I'm so sorry Sam, This is all my fault." I cried within." you should first of all look at your reflection in the mirror before you look in a woman's direction, you fat ugly bastard!" I could hear Sam throwing shades at him." Slap! You have a big mouth bitch!" Mr. Rogers hits her again. " Umm, excuse me? " I wave at the man standing by the door." what?" He retorts rudely." Please I need to use the bathroom for a minute." I requested." I can't let you go, the boss isn't here yet. So you have to hold it." " I wish I could but I have to go!" I stand up from my chair pretending to be pressed by urine." Okay, three minutes. Don't take longer than that." He says pointing towards the boss's bathroom." Okay. Thank you so much! I quickly Stumble into the bathroom and lock the door from the inside. Phew! I heave a sigh with my back against the
" A threesome... With the both of you, he flashes at me and Sam as we turn and gaze at one another. It's going to be fun, besides it's Friday, so, we will take it to the club and finally to a nice hotel, just the three of us. Once we are done the money is yours, it's not a big deal." He mutter.I feel disgusted merely gazing at him, his dirty yellowish teeth, with crusts on the corners of his mouth. Fat as hell and hideous, I don't think I can even stand staying in one room with just him in it.What gave him the impetus to look at us and think of nothing else but to have sex with us simply because we are women, poor, weak, and desperate girls.These types of people are the reason girls have deemed slots in society because they know when a girl is desperately in need of assistance and what do they do? They present such a tempting offer in front of her but with a constraint that requires her to sell herself, her respect to getting what she needs. At the end of the day,
We are here, eventually, my heart won't stop scampering throughout the entire trip. Sam and I make our way into the building which seems like a warehouse of the sort, there are some packaged goods in cartons stacked on the floor by the corner and some men standing and having a chit chat while some are busy arranging and repackaging the unknown goods in the cartons.It didn't look anything like what I had imagined on my way here, at least there isn't a group of varmints puffing smokes while counting stacks of cash, rather the men here seem to be more engrossed with what they are doing and everything seems legal to me." Hey! Excuse me, Sam waves at one of the men standing across the hall as he slowly takes a few steps closer to us with his brows furrow." Yeah? " the man motioned tilting his neck backward in a manner that his chin notches at Sam while he munches on his gum." Pardon me, please where can we find Mr. Roger?"" Oh! Do you mean the boss? Follow me, he says
" Y-yes?" I stammer." Ma'am you only have three days to get the money for the surgery or else... She pauses and sighs. We might not be able to save her." She states.My room was always filled with the echoes of honking car horns and distinct noises of new york city, suddenly in those brief seconds as I hold the phone in my left ear and listening to the doctor without a word. The only thing that encompass my room is an eerie lull which sent a cold shiver and skepticism running down gently in my spine.Could this be a malediction in my fate, why does despair often knocks at my door each time there is a ray of hope and happiness in my life?" Amanda! Amanda! " suddenly I could hear Sam's voice calling out to me as I slowly wipe my tears and look up, our gaze meets." Amanda, I am so sorry for saying all those nasty things to you, I-i don't know what came over me. She turns and places her hand on my shoulder. I just want you to know that you are a part of my streng
" You still haven't told me where we are going, Amanda?" Sam inquires of me.I hear her, however, I seize to answer her and decide to avoid making eye contact with her as the driver continues to our destination." Why aren't you answering any of my questions, will you talk to me?" She rebels.I can sense her gaping at me furiously but I chose to linger on staying mute, she crinkle her arms and frown her face.The taxi Pulls over by the corner after a twenty minutes ride from the coffee shop.I jump out of the car while Sam comes out after me, I keep my hand in my purse and pay off the driver and he zooms out immediately." what are we doing here, why did you bring me here Amanda?" She yells as her face turns crimson." I am so sorry but I have to step in and help you do what you are supposed to, a few days back. So come with me, let's go." I drag her by the arm as we proceed into the cemetery.With the help of Mrs. Torres, I was able to find o
Why do I feel like something is wrong, I could sense that I've missed something trying to understand Sam, is there something she isn't telling me? I could sense something fishy but I can't seem to wrap my hands around it.We got to the shop and I resume my duty immediately, During my entire shift I try talking to Sam, however, she continues to avoid me on each attempt I make, using the term " there is no relation in business." Whenever I come to talk to have a word with her.I understand, perhaps I meddle in other people's matters but she isn't just anyone to me, she is my best friend and a sister to me, and I believe sisters don't keep their pain from one another.I know she is hiding her feelings, something must have happened to her to make her keep faking her smile and harboring so much anger in her heart." An idea! Perhaps I should speak to Mrs.Torres, she must know something." I ponder as I take the empty plates and cup of coffee I recently served a c
It's been a month, a beautiful stress-free month of working with Sam at her coffee and pastry shop. I enjoy every single bit of my time serving and giving all my attention to the customer's needs, I don't think there is a part of my job I didn't like Though it paid a little, however, the fact that I can earn a dollar at the end of the day means so much to me. In barely a month now I have saved up enough cash to buy a new window phone for myself, at least now I will be proficient to browse the internet and socialize via social media, and of course with my fake identity and a picture of some celebrity or nature on my wall.I try to keep everything about me clandestine and it seems to be working perfectly, Eventually, my life is turning out to be stress-free with some happy mode activated, though, sometimes Sam can be a little uptight and inflexible when it comes to the subject of how to make some changes with the coffee shop, however, I understand what she is doing, making an eff