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Chapter Fourteen
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2024-10-29 19:42:56In her four years in New Havens, Theresa wondered how it is that finding an empty cab heading towards her block was the hardest thing she’d ever ventured into. As always, she had stood in the bustop for like ever, hoping on a cab or in the least a bus. The bus she’d eventually taken, thank goodness didn’t break down halfway but had in so many passengers, she had to stand all through the journey home. From quite the hectic day at work, to the stress filled ride home, she wanted nothing more than to take a cold shower and down a hot cup of tea.
Her heart came up to her mouth when she flipped the light switch and found William sitting on the couch, a glass of scotch in hand. Startled, she held a hand in her chest and exclaimed. “Babe, you scared me!” She hung her coat, moving further into the living room. “Why were you sitting in the dark?”
She had reached for the fridge when she heard his voice come up in a deep husk. “Where have you been?
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For each step he took, her heart raced a little faster as she was almost certain he’d follow her. After somehow turning her perfectly shaped butt and glancing over her shoulders to wink at him, she knew she’d just given an unofficial invitation to the devil himself. As speculated, he came upon the door to her office and gently pushed it open, revealing the devilish smirk he had on. Oh my! She gulped as a surge of hunger electrified her body, increasing her pulse rate. He was looking especially exhilarating and ravishing in his black dress shirt which hugged his body tightly, revealing his well toned muscular body. His tousled black, black hair came down his forehead complimenting his hazel coloured eyes which was filled with only lust and desire. Her back was pressed against the desk and he stalked towards hers that smirk still plastered on his face. “Do you know what you just did?” he stopped when she was just an inch away, h
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Robert watched his private investigator devour his lunch; two extra large burgers and a bottle of coke. He munched on the burger like a man who hadn’t eaten in days, groaning in pleasure at the sweet taste of the beef. He had called Robert earlier in the day to inform him that he found what he’s been seeking. When Robert decided he was tired of watching the disturbing show in front of him, he cleared his throat lousily causing the man to, after five minutes, take his eyes off his food. Robert only rolled his eyes, sipping from his glass of cocktail. “What is the name?” he asked impatiently. “George Brown,” his private investigator replied. And when he saw the confusion on Robert’s face, he continued. “He was an ex-convict, works at an automobile repair shop in the city,” he brought out a brown file, placing it on the table. Robert tore open the file which revealed the images of the so called George Brown who for reasons unknown him, had
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Once it was five, Theresa hurriedly completed all she had to do and left the office. She went to the grocery store and bought some food stuffs to prepare William’s favourite meal in a bid to make up for all the time she had missed with him and particularly because she felt guilty for having a sex dream about Sam Johnson. Again, not a sex dream! She slapped herself mentally. When she arrived at the apartment, she took a quick shower, turned on the sound system and started cooking through the help of a YouTube video she had downloaded. Hopefully, the pasta comes out just as good as the one in the video and taste as that of the Oakleys diner. Just in case none of those things pan out as expected, she ordered a box of pizza. She also got a large bowl of ice cream which they were going to eat whilst watching a movie, like old times. She would eventually fall asleep in his arms and he would you tuck her into bed. A wonderful night she had planned for him
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“Tis a boy!” “Ay, Maman would be pleased.” Theresa sat in the middle of the crowd, gripping tight the hem of her T-shirt which hugged her body in the right places. Her palms were moist and her breathing, rasped as she anticipated the horrific scene that was about to play out in front of her. “Don’t kill the baby,” she whispered to herself. Margaret had called her that afternoon to the house, posing an emergency. When she got there, in record timing, she dragged her to the theatre, making Sam drive them all the way. It was the opening show, ‘Antonius Brood’ and she didn’t want to go on that interesting voyage alone so, she’d brought them along much to Theresa’s liking as she had spent the better part of the day in bed. Everything about the events of the night before contributed to the sharp pain she’d felt in her head that morning. Fortunately for her, there were some pain relievers in the first aid k
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They drove to the Oakley diner as Margaret was craving their milkshake and burger. The drive was mostly quiet except for that time Margaret asked Sam what he thought about Antonius. He was indifferent about it. He wasn’t in support of his actions but then, understood the reasons behind them. He pointed out specifically that he didn’t at all like he had killed a baby. His lips had curled into a sneer when he said it. The scent of burgers, spaghetti, ketchup and fries combined hit them as they made their way to the seat down the diner. Sam ordered a bottle of coke and fries, likewise Margaret, who had gotten chocolate milkshakes instead. And Theresa got herself Oakleys special tea and sandwiches. They car came to a halt when they came upon Theresa’s apartment building. “Thank you for a lovely evening Margaret,” she appreciated as she got out of the car. Margaret looked at her watch and huffed. “Do you min
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Robert stormed into the agency, making his way to Theresa’s office in quick purposeful steps. Her head immediately snapped sideways when he burst into her office with a scowl on his face and she wondered what had put him in an upsetting mood early this morning. “Good morning Mr. Johnson,” she greeted, getting up from the seat. He didn’t answer and just threw the file he had in hand to her desk and she picked it up to read. It was the contract concerning his biography. And from the look of things, quite a number of changes had been made. “Oh no–“ she had begun to protest when Robert cut her off. “Margaret told me you were burgled.” She was about to open her mouth and speak but Sam’s frenzy cut her. “Burgled?” he exclaimed in shock. He was just outside her office when he heard Robert say. “When?” “Last night. Apparently, she told Margaret to keep shut about it,” Robert answered, shaking his head.
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“I’d welcome you but you’re no stranger here,” he said, reaching for her bags which she handed to him. “Well, a welcome celebration sounds nice.” “Oh yeah? Then I’ll see you in the pool,” he said with a wry grin. Theresa swallowed. “Pool?” Sam gave the bag to Alfie who took it upstair, to the guest room. “Yes,” Sam turned to her. “A pool party. Just you and I. You know, with champagne and Whitney Houston songs,” he articulated detailedly, Theresa was sure her heart fell to her stomach. “If I hadn’t known better, I’d say you were asking me to a date.” He threw his head back in laughter, emmitting sniggers afterwards. “You might just be right Theresa.” Just then, Margaret emerged from down the stairs beaming. She was obviously excited she’d have a ‘gist buddy’ again, since Mary. “Oh
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Four days had gone by since she moved into the Johnson’s house and so far, she’s been enjoying her stay: courtesy of Margaret. The only ‘difficulty’ she presumed she’d encounter: Sam, had barely been around in the past days as he had attended a board meeting, alongside Robert in the outskirts of the city and they’d only just came home yesterday. Sam devoured his pancakes and citrus juice in delight. If there’s anything he had missed more than seeing Theresa’s face, it would be Margaret’s cooking. Due to the location of the meeting, the only good hotel’s in the area had been booked. So, he had to stay at a motel and the breakfast that was served made him nauseous. Thank goodness that was over. Theresa on the other hand, enjoyed the luxury of Margaret’s cooking, especially grateful that she didn’t have to eat peanut butter sandwich every morning for breakfast. She emerged from up the stairs in a black and white s
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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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“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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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
