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Chapter Forty Eight
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2024-10-29 19:42:56She brought out the black burnt pie from the oven, using her hands to wave off the smoke which had filled the entire place. How did she forget she had a pie baking at 250°? Most importantly, why did she attempt to bake the god damn thing? The only three times Theresa has tried baking, failed. Two came out burnt and the third one was also nothing to write home about. Asides having in common with these times, bad and it failed results, whenever she decided to do that, means she was bothered and worried. Like now. Following Sam's total ignorance, which she deserves, she had been thinking of what to do next which was somewhere along the line of alert the police or tell Simon there was no way she could come up with the money. Somehow, the thought that she could bargain this snuck into her head and it put her to ease. Someone has got to remind her about Simon Tunes.
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The plan was to get back to work and after a few days, request for a five month advance payment for a lie she was going to think over later on. Although, what she might receive wouldn't be half of five thousand dollars. She had done a little bit of calculation and found a way to top it up so it could be half that amount at least. Then there was the other plan which was to convince Simon Tunes she was working for the money while thinking of a way to evade all of this without anyone getting hurt. So far, it hadn't come anything close to rational or smart. She didn't want to test him by going against everything he said. It will only end one way; Sam dying. And he was just too much to risk. For the first time in a long while, she felt absolutely fulfilled with her appearance. Thank goodness, she had been able to get some sleep in the past few days. It seemed like the nightmares had stopped since Simon Tunes’ unannounced visi
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Following Sam and Theresa's duologue, things between them took another step and elevated to super awkward. Although it has been pretty much quiet between the both of them as they had barely had a conversation unrelated to work in the past couple of days. One thing she knew he was so damn good at, was knowing how to pretend she was non existent. He'd done it before and now, he is doing it again, only that this time, it hurt her more than she could explain.She reminisced over everything he said to her and came to realization that he was right. Maybe it was a little self centered to push him away with the expectation that he would come crawling back to her. She had thought about how things could go back to normal between them. Not just between the both of them, in her life as well. After everything, she had thought normal was far from attainable, but recalling her mother's words to her everytime she had a setback, 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger,' she decided to channel a
Wrenched Chapter Fifty One
It was a new day at the agency, her plan was still in motion, but she had thought about a bargain seeing as it was impossible to come up with that ridiculous amount of money Simon Tunes demanded in such a short time.She was in her office going through some papers when one of her colleagues came knocking in request for her help with a field work as she had a lot on her plate. Harper had been way too sweet in her request, Theresa didn't know when her lips mouthed the words of acceptance despite the fact that she equally had a lot on her plate as well."Oh God, why did I say yes?" She threw her head back in frustration, resting it on the black leather office boss chair, when Harper had left.It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be; coming back to the agency to hear rumours about her having affairs with both Robert and Sam. Well technically, the thing with Sam wasn't an affair of the sort most of them were thinking. It was more of an emotional affair which she
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The street was rather calm compared to it's pretty normal bubbling especially at this hour. Usually, there would be a few buses arriving at the station to meet what might be a hundred people all vying to get a seat or just an accommodation to stand. The rush was always hectic. Then, there's the cabs with ridiculous amounts for a distance the buses wouldn't charge nearly half. Theresa had always fancied riding in cabs because of the comfort and serenity. But today, it wasn't so. Unlike usual, the bus station was quite empty — as in half or quarter of the hundred — so there were enough buses to accommodate everyone, including her. After exiting Dan's office, she spent close to half an hour finishing up a couple of things before retiring for the day. She was about the last set of people to leave. It was a only a few minutes after seven when she did.It didn't seem like it was going to rain any soon bu
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On the weekend, Saturday to be precise, Theresa was gearing up for Anna's birthday party. It was actually going to be a dinner like occasion. She had thought about ditching and coming up with a liable excuse that Paul would be so overwhelmed by, he would forget all about her 'no show' after promising to be there. But on second thought, Theresa decided that feeling as she used to involves going to stuffs like this especially when it involves her favorite buddy in the agency. She decided she needed to let her thoughts go over something other than the excruciatingly depressing usual in the past weeks. She felt like she deserved that fun, even if for just a bit. And hell, her over analytic insides wouldn't dare stop her. Not today. Plus, she'd been waiting for an opportunity to wear this dress she got on a spree for half the ridiculously exorbitant price — for hundred dollars, which, she would never admit it to herself, was totally
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As she stared at herself in the mirror, she tried recalling what exactly prompted her to say yes. Why she had agreed to go out to dinner with Dan McKay, she wouldn't understand. But she did anyway. Last night.When the closing minutes of Anna's birthday party was upon them, Dan offered to take Theresa home, not exactly comfortable with the idea of her commuting at that hour. She accepted the kind gesture, as that is what she only saw it to be. And no, she wasn't drunk.The ride to her apartment was fun, actually. She laughed a lot with him, smiled genuinely with him. He was a pretty good conversationalist and she loved that. The moment that made the difference though, was when they reached the apartment building. She had just said her goodbyes and climbed out of the car. An unsatisfied Dan didn't feel at ease letting her go like that. So, he slipped out of the car as well, following Theresa into the building in the guise of walking her in despite her protests.W
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When it was over a week of working at Havens Cloud Agency again, Theresa planned to ask for the advance pay. And today marked that date. The drop date was Sunday, six days from now. So, no matter how complicated things between her and Sam is, she was going to have to ask anyway.That morning, after she had arrived at the agency, she took her time to construct a perfect letter in regards to this cause. The lie she had come up with, was that she needed to renovate her apartment. It sounded believable to her, so why wouldn't it to he? Plus, he wouldn't know that the whole renovating her apartment thing was a charade, because her apartment does look like a place that needs a well to do renovation and he (Sam) has been there.She added the last full stop, and quickly scanned through it to ensure there wasn't any error before printing it out. She folded the sheet and slotted it into an envelope which she sealed."Good morning, Emilia." Theresa greeted, w
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Three 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 windo
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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
