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2024-10-29 19:42:56Three o'clock, the next day, Theresa still hadn’t received a reply in regards to the letter she sent out yesterday. Unlike yesterday, Sam didn’t have any outdoor meetings to attend. Matter of fact, he didn’t have any meetings at all. Theresa had turned to a hawk overnight, she might even applaud herself as a generational descendant of Sherlock Holmes, because she has been doing a very wonderful job, both watching and sometimes, discreetly following Sam. At least enough to know the aforementioned. He had been in the agency all day. And she was almost certain he should have read the letter.
Of course a few other explanations popped up in her head. Emilia did say she left the envelope on his desk. What were the odds he just pushed it in to a stack of files, magazines, folders? Or he didn’t think it was something important enough to see immediately and had probably forgotten about it? Or the wind came and the envelope went with it?Okay, the last one sounded dumb. His office windoRelated chapters
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“You were right. Took me a long while to figure it out, but you were right about everything. And I should have listened to you.”Theresa finally heed to her mother’s advice to put a call through this her father. When she had come home from the agency, she was soaked. It had rained for the better part of her journey home and the bus she was able to board dropped her off at it’s last stop; two blocks away. So, she had to walk the rest of the way. Tears were dropping down her cheek as the feelings of regret began to creep in. The words of her father, as well as William began to creep in, making her feel even more miserable.The only thought in her head was, “I shouldn’t have met him.” It all ended in hearts and roses. William was right. She should have refuses that job offer. Her father was right. She should never have left of for the city. But all that was too late. She felt like she had made a terrible mistake and there was no coming back from it.Now, Simon Tunes was
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It was one of the many thoughts that came to her head. Though this one seemed to be the only one that didn’t sound dumb to her.The door flew open immediately she gently knocked on it. A lady in her thirties or so was the one who came to get the door. She was looking at Theresa, expecting to put in a word, although she didn’t. She was busy weighing whether this was a bad choice.“Can I help you miss?”Theresa snapped out of her thoughts, making eye contact with the woman who was already growing impatient. She looked away and tucked the strand of hair the breeze had blown into her face.“Uhm — My name is Theresa. Theresa Gray.”The woman had this look which said, 'am I supposed to know that?’“Okay. . .?” she jeered impatiently.“Uh — I’m sorry. I’m just uh —” she stuttered. Maybe she should just go back. She was already feeling ba
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A plan was in motion. William had gotten in contact with Vera who wouldn’t stop yapping about what a dumb decision it was — Theresa succumbing to Simon Tunes’ threat. Also expressing her disappointment in the fact that she allowed the situation take that long before alerting the cops, albeit promising to be discreet about the whole situation, as proposed.Theresa on the other hand, simply muttered a 'hmm' each time she spoke over the phone. No way this woman was adding to the boiling exasperation she has been feeling for days.Two days. It was two days to the drop date and ultimately, the end of the week. She had been working well, having less to worry about haven let in William and Vera on what was going on. The only thing that would make all of this better was getting past this in a couple of days time and settling her long overdue issues with Sam before something even worse happens again as seemingly, everything has been going wrong when it
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It was probably for the best Sam knew that he had been used as a bargaining chip with the devil himself. Now, amidst all the complications between him and Theresa, she knew William was right. She had to let him know. And for the past couple of days, it had mostly been about the how, to go actually go about this. It wasn’t until last night that she decided to just take the piss, and let it all out. After all, things between them were already as bad as she could have ever imagined. Though she knew there was always too for worse. It could get worse today, it could be the opposite — although the outcome of this was a short one. Either ways, he had to know, in the least.So that evening, before she retired from the agency for the day, she decided to speak to him about the whole situation with Simon Tunes that had gone by in the last week, and then some days.She saw him go into his office after getting a cup of coffee from the lounge. And no, she hadn’t
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‘All is well that ends well.’ Everything seemed to be steering in the direction of William Shakespeare's saying. After she had disentangled herself from Sam’s embrace earlier, teasing him, knowing fully well that he was beginning to get heated up, she slowly backed away, wearing a smirk on her face. Before she left his office, she whispered something into his ear which caused a wolfish grin to appear on his face. They were the only ones left in the agency but she went ahead first to get some preparations done.Now, she was on her way home, expecting him to join her in the next hour or so. He hadn’t had a taste of her improved cooking and he certainly wouldn’t. At least, not today. So she was going to order in for the night. All through the ride home, she imagined how the night would unfold. It wasn’t a hundred percent happiness though, as she still felt the burden of not letting him know about Simon. But she was going to take this ninety five and hold on to it. Plus, if all does
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She had whispered to him that she would relieve him of that suffering if he came by her apartment later that night. Hence the wolfish grin. But he had a few things that he had to round off before calling it day, so he told her to go ahead, promising to meet her at her place.She had barely been gone for ten minutes, yet he was missing her presence, as he had all the days before. The real torture was having to stay away from her: seeing her each day, walk past him without that smile she always had on whenever they met, knowing he couldn’t hold her like he wanted to because well, he had to pull this off. And today, they had finally settled their scores. Margaret’s advice worked out well after all. He didn’t imagine that it would be that hard to look at her and look away but thankfully his resolve didn’t break.Sam smiled to himself as he poured a reasonable amount of coffee into his cup. The irony of that is that it was his third cup of caffeine
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Nothing else mattered at that moment. Not the way she could feel all the energy draining away from her, not the on lookers who suspected she might have a problem with her sanity, and certainly not the fact that she ran out of the cab immediately it slowed down because of the traffic. She had ran out without paying for the ride. The cab man kept screaming at her to get back there with his money but that didn't matter as well.All that mattered was the picture in her head — an image of Simon Tunes and Sam, alone in Havens Cloud. As well as the thousand and one possibilities of what could go wrong, that creped in her head.The tears were dropping freely from her eyes as she ran. she had discarded her heels at a place she could barely recall. It didn't matter that her feet hurt, she continued to run. She couldn't lose him. Especially when she might have been able to avoid all of this in the first place. She blamed herself for everything that was happening now. And she
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"Code 10–45. We need an ambulance. Thirty five, Simpson Street, Block six. Code 10–45. I repeat, we need an ambulance. A man is down with two bullets to his chest."It was all happening in slow motion. It had all happened in slow motion. His fingers pulling the trigger. The bullets traveling into his chest, the scampering from Sam to get in front of her, her deafening screams, the sound of the gun dropping to the ground, and the fulfilled laugh that followed afterwards.Tinnitus. The buzzing noise in one or both ears. That was it. It was tinnitus — the ringing noise in her ears which blocked out the other sounds. It was the third time it's happened to her. Her ears were ringing. All the tears in her eyes had dried up, her jaw had dropped to the floor and so had her shoulders. She was numb. She suddenly felt numb. The touch lights flashed on her face which had gone pale white like all the blood had dried up. She was as cold as a corpse. She was as still as a log. She was overco
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As soon as Margaret hung up the phone, Theresa quickly draped her phone and wallet into her pockets stuff before dashing twoards the exit door. Vera had skewered a sketchy look on Theresa all the while she saw her eyes light up in excitement. Not knowing what was going, she equally chased after her. Theresa went over the news with her as she stood on the pedestrian walk waiting for a cab and she offered to give her a ride to the hospital before she ended up boarding a truck going towards that route. All through the fortunately swift and smooth ride, her heart danced in excitement; the feeling of joy pulsated through her veins. She had forgotten all about Maxwell Hart and his ridiculous antics. The only thought coursed through her mind was being in the arms of Sam again.In about half an hour, they arrived at the hospital. Without waiting for Vera to pull the gear of the car back to park, she rushed out of the car and into the hospital, not even thinking about signing it
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By the time Theresa got to the hospital, it was less than thirty minutes to the close of vABy the time Theresa arrived at the hospital, it was less than an hour left to the close of visiting hours. When Magaret saw her coming through the hallway, she stood and walked up to her. The stress wrinkles on Theresa’s forehead were very evident and she looked pale, almost like all the blood in her face had drained down to her body.“What happened? You were gone the entire day.” She asked on reaching Theresa. The pair pulled each other into a brief, warm hug.Not wanting to add to the worries of the woman, Theresa lied. “It’s nothing serious. Just stuff with my Mom.”“Is she alright? Is she in the City?”“What?” She didn’t realize that could backfire and she had no response for those questions. Theresa’s hands traveled to her nape as she quickly thought of yet a
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“Excuse me?”Theresa was stupefied, simply put. Sure, she knew the drill with detectives having, unfortunately, some may say, gotten acquainted with Detective Vera but this puffed up man in this ridiculously funny suspenders was way out of line, she thought. How on earth was he even thinking along that line? Felony? For what? Accessory to murder? To whom? A wanted man by the law. Maxwell Hart said it himself, he is a wanted man by the police in virtually all districts in New Havens. Why in heaven’s name would she, knowing very well that any connection with such a person spells doom for her? Plus, didn’t he hear what happened? Didn’t this man know she hated everything about Simon Tunes, even more that they are related?“I beg to differ, Mr. Hart and I mean no offense when I say this is highly unreasonable for a man in your position,” Theresa stated matter of factly, trying to maintain her cool despite t
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Great! Just great! After the while she had waited to see Sam, it had to be made impossible by these cops and their dumb intuitions. How on Earth does Maxwell Hart thinks she is working with Simon Tunes willingly to see he evades the police? It sounded so irrational and she was surprised it didn't as much, to him. "You really do take the joy out of my life, you know?" Theresa grumbled as she made her way to the police car parked in the hospital parking lot. She looked at her in a frown. "That's not a compliment." "Of course it's not!" Vera opened the doors and Theresa hopped into the car which scented like burgers and fries. Not hard to perceive seeing the couple of burgers packs and half filled milkshake. The detective wind down the vent glass. "I apologise for the mess. I've got to keep my mouth busy during patrols." "Wow. You do patrols now?" Vera passed her a stifled smile. "Not for long." Theresa rolled her eyes to this. She turned
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Point of view — Robert JohnsonThat explained everything. It was not a mistake after all. It was James who. . . somehow, managed to get us invited to the award show. It was beyond elating to know that I would be in the same room as the biggest writers and Publicist in the city and states beyond. And of course if we want to fit in, we must also look the part. Which would mean getting a new suit for the occasion. I had only two suits and they were all something in between raggedy and well enough and those weren’t good enough for the award show. I sighed. As James would say, “a small price to pay for salvation.” I made a mental note to contact the seamstress in the weekend. But for now, I had to get ready for the first day at my new job. First official day, I mean. Other than the very unnecessary physical interview and the tour around the office, I had very little work to do yesterday. And that work was only to make copies of documents for my new colleagues
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Point of view — Robert JohnsonThat explained everything. It was not a mistake after all. It was James who. . . somehow, managed to get us an invite to the Writhe of Writers Awards show. It was beyond elating to know that I would be in the same room with the biggest writers and Publicists in the city, and states beyond. And of course if we want to fit in, we must also look the part. Which would mean getting a new suit for the occasion. I had only two suits and they were both something in between raggedy and well enough; those weren’t good enough for the award showI sighed. As James would say, “a small price to pay for salvation.” I made a mental note to contact the seamstress in the weekend. But for now, I had to get ready for the first day at my new job. First official day, I mean. Other than the very unnecessary physical interview and the tour around the office, I had very little work to do yesterday. And that work was only to make copies of docu
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Point of view — Robert JohnsonThat explained everything. It was not a mistake after all. It was James who. . . somehow, managed to get us an invite to the Writhe of Writers Awards show. It was beyond elating to know that I would be in the same room with the biggest writers and Publicists in the city, and states beyond. And of course if we want to fit in, we must also look the part. Which would mean getting a new suit for the occasion. I had only two suits and they were both something in between raggedy and well enough; those weren’t good enough for the award showI sighed. As James would say, “a small price to pay for salvation.” I made a mental note to contact the seamstress in the weekend. But for now, I had to get ready for the first day at my new job. First official day, I mean. Other than the very unnecessary physical interview and the tour around the office, I had very little work to do yesterday. And that work was only to make copies of docu
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Point of view — Robert JohnsonI huffed out after Mr. Jill’s angry stomp away. He was to going to be even angrier when I have to bargain with him on Thursday, to extend the deadline. I didn’t think it was going to be a problem because, well, it was never. So, I waved off his threats. It was nothing new.I took the remaining stairs to the seventh floor, lucky me. For the past week or so, the elevators has been out of order. Heaven knows what went wrong with it, but something did and it had suddenly stopped functioning. A lot of people has been on the management to fix it but nothing. Some of us, especially the occupants of the first few floors, had taken the piss and gotten used to making that walk through the staircase everyday. But for those whose apartment was situated on the tenth floor, thirteenth floor, they were never going to stop complaining, rightly so.As I approached the last stairs, I noticed Samantha, the daughter of a couple
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Point of View — Robert Johnson.The name resonated so well with me, not because he was going to be my supposed boss, but strictly because he had made it as clear as mud, on not one but multiple occasions that his daughter is and will never be with a “low life” like me. It was one thing that he knew an interest, from my end had sufficed for his daughter. And it was another thing entirely that I had pursued that interest and dare I say, I had won her over.How did I not know that I was applying for a job to a media agency owned by him? No. Of course I didn’t. I would stay as far away from him as possible considering he had only to snap his finger and my entire life could go down the drain. Was it bizarre that I wanted to be like that? To snap my fingers and command circumstance? Effect changes? Control associations? Okay, not the last one. I could never. But still, it’ll be nice to know I could.Back to the job situation, I had looked
