I looked up at the woman who had tapped me. She was tall, slim and beautiful. At first glance, I didn't need anyone to tell me her age as she was in her early fifties; ten years frame from my 43 years old mother. I gazed at her brown eyes which were locked in my black. She was on a pair of blue jeans like me but wore a mismatched shirt and scarf which was draped around her neck. Although she was beautiful, she looked rather ordinary. "Yes, ma'am," I said looking at her. "Are you alright?" she asked. I think she's worried. "Yes," I answered. "Okay, but you don't look good. Is something the problem?" "No, I'm fine," I answered uninterestedly in speaking out."You're crying and you say you're fine? You don't have to feel alone. Why are you sitting here? It's okay! You can talk to me." she said and I didn't utter a single word."You don't need to feel ashamed. I see you have a bag! Do you have where to stay? Are you homeless? Were you kicked out?" she said and yet I didn't reply. In
A YEAR AND FOUR MONTHS AGO.I had just celebrated my 18th birthday. I watched my mother's teary face as I departed to the unknown. Every part of me was breaking and I couldn't watch. I had to go. She was shattered and broken. My father was enough disappointment for us. I walked slowly with my heart beating in my chest, at the thought of my mother having another traumatizing experience.I was sure I was far from view and turned back to look one last time. I wasn't sure when I was going to return. Suddenly, I felt her hand clutch my dress."Mama! I have to go." I told mom. The pain was evident on my face and I hoped she could read my pain and not feel that I wanted to run away. I'm certainly not dad! I had a purpose- one which I aimed to achieve."Sweetheart! You don't have to go that far. Please!" She begged. It was becoming too much for me. I didn't know if I could keep up with my will. I just couldn't bear her unceasing pleas."Mom! There's no life for me here. I want to be the daug
"Maureen!" Claudia, my short blonde colleague said and I rushed to her. "What's the matter?" I asked in confusion as her face bore sadness and it lingered on it. "Maureen! Please help me!" She called out and I became worried. "What?" I exclaimed. "It's my friend," she said and paused thereby keeping me in suspense before she spoke again. "It's Hannah, my childhood friend. Her mother called and informed me that Hannah hasn't called since she left for Tokyo. Marise confirmed that she didn't get any phone calls from Hannah when she arrived at the airport which became a norm since Hannah had been traveling. She wasn't even honoured with a message. She also said that her flight took off by 9:30 a.m.""Calm down!" I admonished. "How can I? I'm worried about her. I'm more scared because it's been a long time since she left. She didn't even send a message or a pic. What if it's serious?""You don't need to be bothered. She could have forgotten, don't let this weigh you down, c'mon. It co
Hurriedly, I rushed to the bathroom, washed up then came out, I raced as I wiped my body. I picked up my uniform, fixed into my black-spotted white shirt then adjusted the zipper of my tightly-fit-straight-long black skirt before forcing my legs into the black flats by the corner. Then standing by my bed, I rolled my hair into a French bun that was too thick and heavy to be carried around, and since I've adapted to the style as I couldn't wear my hair in a ponytail or let it down like the others due to its massive length, I endured its disturbance on my neck. Before rushing out, I stuck my iPhone by the front, on my stomach and since my shirt was tucked into the skirt, my phone was tightly positioned with the bottom into my skirt and the top visible outside, on my shirt. I hurried out, headed for the kitchen and walking in, I was questioned by the head chef, Samson Woods's menacing scowl. "Sorry!" I apologized quickly as I didn't want to be queried so early. I had already taken a hea
The air traffic controllers were still on the search for West Land aircraft and utilised all the radar systems they had available to track it down. After the disappearance of WL flight, A245 MAX which dropped from the radar in Los Angeles (LA) and thereby lost contact with the airport control tower, the next radar system part of the plane's flight plan was contacted to track down the plane and then, a host of others. With all radar facilities utilised, the destination airport, Narita International Airport in Tokyo was informed. Irrespective of all efforts, the plane was still missing and Charles was deeply disturbed. It was a long day for him as he hasn't been himself since he has been pinned on the search for his missing aircraft. It was late and yet the employees and search personnel were still working. They couldn't abandon the issue at hand as it posed a threat to the lives of many individuals as well as the airline. Charles was sitting on his couch when his phone beeped and th
I was in our room when Claudia rushed to me with tears in her eyes."This ain't good," she said and I looked at her in a confused manner before speaking. "What isn't and why are you like this?" I asked. "Marise called to inform me that Hannah's flight should have landed and yet she hasn't called. This time, I'm damned worried.""That shouldn't scare you. Maybe it's too late for her to call. She'd call tomorrow morning." I tried to console her."Let's assume you're correct, then why isn't she picking up her calls? I've been trying her for so long and yet I'm not getting any response," said Claudia in a husky tone and I felt sad for her. "Relax a little. Come tomorrow, you will realise that she's fine.""Wait! Have you asked her mother which aircraft she travelled by? It might give insight into why she hasn't called." I continued and then Claudia looked at me as though my statement made something spark. She rushed to her bed and grabbed her phone. "What are you doing?" I asked in a c
It was a long day and everyone aware of the issue, especially those that were connected in one way or another other had a difficult time relaxing. The Jacksons, especially Veronica were restless while Henry was worried about his ill father, Maureen, Claudia and the employees in WL were all restless. Veronica sat thinking deeply while drinking alcohol while Henry sat by his father looking at him with worry on his face. Also, Maureen couldn't rest as her worries about Charles were endless. She was scared of the condition he would be in and how devastated he would be about everything. She understood his feelings and emotions and can tell when he was unhappy. She alone understood him and it would have been great if Charles was aware of how important he was to her. No one would stay up all night over the news of a plane crash except their loved ones were engulfed in the crash, not to talk of a lover being worried about a man who showed her no face.She should be praised because no lad
Time passed and it was 8:00 a.m. on a terrible Christmas Day. Veronica was all dressed up and she turned on the TV for updates on flight A245 MAX. "West Land aircraft which was reported to be missing was found this morning. The plane which was lost was found through an all-night search team led by US agents. The search was successful due to the help rendered by the Japanese agents and a host of others. It appears that the plane crashed in the North Pacific Ocean claiming hundreds of lives with no survivors. Military aircraft, naval vessels and the like flew over the area assumed to be the point where they lost contact with the plane and there, debris was found due to the explosion that followed after its fault." the anchor spoke and Veronica listened.Veronica was shocked by the news even though she knew that it was imminent. She stared at the TV and a scowl formed on her face. She hates media engagement and now, she can't believe her company got dragged and that more of it is comin
A YEAR AND FOUR MONTHS AGO.I had just celebrated my 18th birthday. I watched my mother's teary face as I departed to the unknown. Every part of me was breaking and I couldn't watch. I had to go. She was shattered and broken. My father was enough disappointment for us. I walked slowly with my heart beating in my chest, at the thought of my mother having another traumatizing experience.I was sure I was far from view and turned back to look one last time. I wasn't sure when I was going to return. Suddenly, I felt her hand clutch my dress."Mama! I have to go." I told mom. The pain was evident on my face and I hoped she could read my pain and not feel that I wanted to run away. I'm certainly not dad! I had a purpose- one which I aimed to achieve."Sweetheart! You don't have to go that far. Please!" She begged. It was becoming too much for me. I didn't know if I could keep up with my will. I just couldn't bear her unceasing pleas."Mom! There's no life for me here. I want to be the daug
I looked up at the woman who had tapped me. She was tall, slim and beautiful. At first glance, I didn't need anyone to tell me her age as she was in her early fifties; ten years frame from my 43 years old mother. I gazed at her brown eyes which were locked in my black. She was on a pair of blue jeans like me but wore a mismatched shirt and scarf which was draped around her neck. Although she was beautiful, she looked rather ordinary. "Yes, ma'am," I said looking at her. "Are you alright?" she asked. I think she's worried. "Yes," I answered. "Okay, but you don't look good. Is something the problem?" "No, I'm fine," I answered uninterestedly in speaking out."You're crying and you say you're fine? You don't have to feel alone. Why are you sitting here? It's okay! You can talk to me." she said and I didn't utter a single word."You don't need to feel ashamed. I see you have a bag! Do you have where to stay? Are you homeless? Were you kicked out?" she said and yet I didn't reply. In
Charles went straight to his study. He was surprised by Antonia's revelation even though it wasn't obvious. He was convinced that Maureen was a gold digger but he was perplexed by her decision to leave. He didn't understand. It appeared unreasonable since he believed that he was her target all along. In his view, there was no way that Maureen would quit her job. He felt that desperate girls never gave up. He was convinced that Maureen was going to come back and even if she didn't, he believed that she was probably too ashamed that her plans failed and left. Charles realised that she didn't wait for her send-off pay and that was the most confusing of all his thoughts. Even if she was ashamed, why would a desperate girl leave without money? Besides, it could be her compensation for their time together. Charles knew that a desperate lady would threaten to announce what happened between them and as such he would have to pay for her silence. He was convinced that Maureen was desperate
Alexander Stone sat in his office in Strong Stone Construction (SSC), a company he owned and it was around 3:00 p.m. He bore a bright and hopeful look on his face as he was in his best mood ever. It had been a long since he felt this way and not even making love with his beloved wife, Monica Stone could replace this."Sir, when are we taking our next step?" Jerome, Alexander's bench man asked but Alexander simply giggled. He felt refreshed and Jerome was confused. Jerome didn't understand how he became a comedian and his furrowed brows told the tale. "Calm down, Jerome. The first was just executed and you already want another? You're a bad boy!" Alexander said and giggled while swivelling the chair. "But sir, I think we should at least have a new plan. It seems like we don't have any yet. I think we should kill him." Jerome was thirsty for more blood. His utterance made Alexander chuckle as he couldn't control the amusement in him."Be wise, I won't let him die happily. He's just t
Antonia had been distracted by looking for Maureen and had forgotten to do what Charles instructed. As Clarisse watched the blood scene, tears fell from her eyes. Antonia was rechecking all the rooms upstairs and when she came down, she saw Charles' room door open. She went in and saw Clarisse as well as the blood scene."He killed her," Clarisse said as she saw Antonia."Keep quiet. Don't say a word." Antonia covered Clarisse's mouth."What are you saying?" Clarisse asked in tears and when Antonia saw that she was panicking, she put her hands across Clarisse's mouth and tightened them."Get a grip on yourself. Stay here." Antonia said and rushed to lock the door. "What are you doing? Don't cover this up." Clarisse said as Antonia locked the door. "Shut up!" Antonia said and when she was done with locking the door, she returned to Clarisse."Look, this doesn't mean anything okay? This could be Mr Charles' blood. What if he's ill and possibly hiding it? You're aware that he came home
After Charles walked past the door, Antonia peeled her gaze off him and went to the dining room. She wanted to pack up the food as she guessed that Maureen was busy since she didn't wait to serve Charles. Antonia gazed wide-eyed when she didn't see any dish on the dining table. Immediately, she went to the kitchen and when she didn't see Maureen, she supposed that Maureen was still asleep. She was confused since she believed that she and Matthew were the last people to go to bed. She was confused that Maureen was still asleep by this time as it wasn't like her so, she went straight to the room that Maureen and Claudia shared. She stood by their door and just when she was about to knock, she realised that the door was open. "That's weird," she said and walked in. As she did, the first thing she saw was Claudia snoring on her bed with no trace of Maureen. Her brows furrowed as Claudia was just too lazy. She was still asleep when it was almost 8:00 a.m. This was one of the reasons wh
Charles got up from his bed naked with an angry look on his face. He dipped his hand into his hair and looked to his side and saw a portion of his bed soaked in blood. At first glance, you will think he was disheartened but he wasn't, he was disgusted. And as he glared further, disgust surfaced throughout his whole and with creased brows, he walked to the bathroom. While he stood in the shower, he looked down at his penis and as the water touched it, the blood was washed off. He started scrubbing his body as though he had eaten a maggot or earthworm by mistake. He was utterly disgusted and he couldn't believe that he and Maureen had sex. He was annoyed that he had sex with her or would I say that he was weak to have been easily seduced by her? That was his notion as he was convinced that she took advantage of him. Now, he regarded Maureen as a loose dog who craved a rich man's attention. He was convinced that Maureen was like other ladies who wanted to get him through one means or
I stood outside the mansion and looked back in tears. I realised that my dreams and aspirations of making something out of my life had been crushed. I can't do anything to stop what happened and what's still gonna happen because I'm certain that things will be rough for me.I walked toward the main gate to exit the estate and pressed my finger on the fingerprint sensor and walked out of the gate. Since it was early and the security staff were asleep, I walked out without having to answer questions. I'm glad that my fingerprint was registered, if not, I would have had to wait for Antonia, Matthew or sir Charles's authorisation before I could leave. At this point, the last thing I need is to see him or let him see me. As I stepped out, I took a step forward and looked back. Looking at the beautiful landscape rekindled the feeling of being rejected and tears fell from my eyes. I arrived here a year and four months ago. Then, I said that I was only going to work for a year, save up all
It was a difficult journey to the room and I'm glad that Claudia was still asleep when I arrived. Pain surged through me and it was unbearable. My head was in a mess as depression took over. I felt like dying because, at this point, I don't want to live. I can't live with this pain and I feel like my heart will soon explode. The pain in me is greater than that in my body. It's unimaginable. I wouldn't wish for such to befall anyone, not even my enemies. I rushed to the bathroom in limps and turned on the shower. Since I was only in bed sheets, I didn't fumble to peel it from my skin with my hands. Fear washed over me as I needed to be afraid of a man who disposed of me. I realised that I have to leave before he quits his room. He's a powerful man and will be able to eliminate me if I pose a threat to him and his ambition since I'm a waste to him and most likely to the world. Judging that he's famous and rich, I have to run for my life. If not for myself but for my innocent moth