"What time do you even plan on getting here? Are you sure you're still coming?" Daisy listened to Ugo whine over the phone.
"I'm all dressed up already. You'll see me soon, I promise. I just had a really stressful day at work and I had to make a quick stop at home to get into more comfortable footwear." she tried explaining. Pushing the door of her walk-in closet close, she pulled a black leather jacket across her black singlet, sat on the bed and bent low to buckle her sandals when she heard Ugo's next words."You're changing footwear? Don't tell me you plan on wearing any of those boring flat sandals of yours.""Something wrong with my flats?""Really, you're going to ask me that." Ugo boiled."We're going out to celebrate for crying out loud. You have to look the part. Put on a pair of those gorgeous Louboutins you got there. Why do you splash so much money on exotic footwear when you don't wear them.""Hello, are you forgetting something? You're forgetting that you made me buy these footwear, against my wish." Daisy complained."Yeah right. I steal your credit card from your purse and purchase them. Lie on me Ma'am, keep it up. It looks good on you." Ugo said sarcastically.Letting out a soft laughter. Daisy stood up from the bed. She picked up the flats and headed back to her walk-in closet to swap it for a Louboutin pump."Going to swap the flats for a good pair of pumps right now. Let me know how much you like the sound of that.""Well I like the sound of that, very much. Change those hideous clothes you have on, too." Ugo added to Daisy's surprise."How do you know what I'm wearing?""I don't. Just made a wild guess. Anyway, wear some hot shit babygirl. We're partying all night long and I'm not listening to your lame excuses. Tomorrow is a public holiday, you've got nothing planned."Daisy heaved a sigh. She stared at her wardrobe, clueless as to what to wear. Indeed, she had lots of clothes hanging inside there, but they were mostly work outfits and just a few pieces of party dresses that she had no idea which part of the wardrobe she was going to look at, to find them."Ugo, this is tough, I don't know what to wear. I'm just..... Ahaa! there you are!" She exclaimed, picking up a black spaghetti strap gown with a slit that went up the thigh. "Finally a dress that can serve the purpose.""Thank Goodness. Let me know when you arrive at the hotel. I'll be waiting." Ugo said."I'll be leaving the house in minutes." She paused at the sound of murmurs from the other end of the line. "Ugo, you're with someone, who's with you?""No one you know." She chuckled. "You'll tell me when you get to the hotel, won't you?"She cleared her throat. "Now that I know why you need that piece of information, you'll see me in front of your hotel room. I'm not giving you any prior notice.""Daisy, come on......." Pause "Okay, it's just some guy I met at the bar yesterday. Remember I went out with a few colleagues. The guy just happened to be there. So, you know.... one thing led to the other and......""And you hit it?""I believe you have an image of the rest playing out in your mind already." Ugo replied, giggling like a teenager."Damn girl! You need a permanent heartbreak cure. This ain't the Ugo I know."Ugo shrugged. "This has always been me. Just cooled off a bit for that Jack ass and he took it for granted." She said, "Now enough of me. Get your ass down here and give me some celebratory hug, I just made partner, girlllll." She reminded Daisy."You bet! I'll be there in twenty."Daisy Ledwig walked into the Royal Crest hotel in Fairview that Thursday night wearing a black Louboutin heels, feeling jittery from coffee, and carrying a bottle of champagne in a nice looking paper bag from the wine store across the street. She took out her phone to text Ugo of her presence. Getting on the elevator, she tapped on the send icon."Oh no, I was just about to get in the shower."Daisy got Ugo's reply just as she was about to step into the elevator. She laughed out loud as she punched the number of the floor she was getting out of. "You can't be serious." She murmured amid laughter.She couldn’t wait to celebrate with her friend's success as Ugo had just made partner at her law firm. A dream she's been pursuing for the longest time.The elevator glided in the air, in that smooth, noiseless way elevators do at expensive hotels, reminding Daisy that her friend was splashing a huge sum lodging in a hotel as big as this. She checked the paper bag she was carrying for the third time to make sure she’d tossed the fancy chocolates and crackers she got from her new friend at the office. They would need a pre-dinner snack to soak up all of that champagne, after all. She wished she’d found the time to make cupcakes the night before. Ugo loved her cakes. She spied the Chocolates and Crackers in the paper bag, tucked at the corner while the champagne bottle took most of the space.Just then, the elevator stopped with a jerk. A second later, the lights went out. "What’s going on?" She said to herself, aloud. A dim light came on almost immediately, but the elevator stayed motionless.She looked up and around, and jumped when she caught sight of a man with a suitcase in the opposite corner of the elevator."Jesus! Who are you?" She asked, trying to make out the figure in the dim light. "Were you here this whole time?" She asked."Yes, I'm not some magician. I actually walked in before you." He replied.Daisy stilled immediately. The voice..... It sounded too familiar. Like the voice of someone she used to know. Someone she struggled so hard to walk away from.....Brett fucking Lexington. She shook her head, pushing the possibility of such occurrence away from her mind."I guess you don’t really like magicians." He said turning on his phone torchlight.He was tall, tanned skin, good body, pretty great and expensive looking custom-made suit, he smelt nice and he was exactly the person Daisy was terrified to see, Brett Lexington.How exactly had she missed seeing this man in the elevator with her all this while."Hello Daiz." He called, a knowing smile plastered across his face."Bre.. What do you think you're doing?""Taking an elevator to my hotel room." He replied. "What are you doing here?""Hmmm." She hummed, taking him in. He was acting all so innocent, like there was no beef between them. Like they were buddies or colleagues of some sort. Deciding against being on the defensive, she decided to play along. Hopefully, she'll have him on the edge pretty soon."I came to see a friend." She replied curtly, not giving him room to probe some more."Great." He moved to the front of the elevator and picked up the emergency phone. "Let’s see if they can give us an update on when we can possibly get out of here."Daisy tried not to stare at him in the dim lighting, but she couldn’t miss the opportunity to check out his butt in his perfectly fitted trouser. It was as good as the rest of him. She tried to wipe the grin off her face in case he turned around. Stuff like this never happens to her.Not the stuck-in-the-elevator thing, her life was full of minor crises like that. No, it was being stuck in an elevator with a hot guy who happens to be her ex! That was the unusual part. She had always been the one sitting on an airplane next to a messy toddler, or a knitting grandma, or a bored college student, never with a very hot and sexually appealing guy. The last time such luck shined on her was five years ago, when she met him. Ever since then, it's been from one jackass to another.After about a minute of him saying, Okay . . . okay, in progressively tenser tones, he hung up the phone."Well....." He paused and smiled at her. "Dear Elevator buddy, These circumstances are not ideal and I know how uncomfortable this place might be making you feel." He said, like he knew her so well. "So, according to them, there is a power outage in the whole hotel.”Daisy's phone lit up just then with a text from Ugo. "My power went out. Where are you?""Ahhh, yes, I just got alerted to that." Daisy told Brett as she held her phone up before she texted Ugo back. "I guess it's the whole hotel, I’m stuck in the elevator with some dude that is providing me with adequate company.""At least that means they were telling the truth," Brett said, interrupting her. "The good news is, they have generators, so the elevators should start moving shortly.""And you know this, how?""Oh!" He stepped away from the telephone. "They told me," he added.Daisy slid down to the floor, placing her purse and paper bag gently beside her, careful not to break the champagne bottle. Since she already informed Ugo about it, she knew how much tragedy it would bring if it ended up broken. Ugo would report her to anybody worth reporting to, including Daisy's parents. Her black heels used to be relatively comfortable for at least an hour or two before the discomfort a
"I've been doing fine for years now. Please just go back to wherever you're coming from and let me be."Brett moved over to her and crotched down opposite her. "Go on a date with me, over the weekend."Daisy burst into laughter. "Is this guy a joke or something?" She asked rhetorically, loud enough to Brett's hearing. "No.""Come on.....""I'm not going on any godforsaken date with you Mr Lexington. Not in your wildest dream.""Okay." he said, pushing two open hands forward to calm her down. "Go to a fundraiser with me then. Technically, I wanted you to be my plus-one at the fundraiser organized by the Mayor over the weekend and maybe we could go on a date afterwards. But since you said no date, let's go to the fundraiser together." He offered."No.""Daiz. I promise you, if after the fundraiser, you decide that you don't want to see me ever again. I won't bother you. Just this once, please?"Daisy became calm for a moment. She looked up at his angelic face and watched him flash a smil
"Look what I brought you." Daisy said instead of arguing. She pulled the champagne bottle and the chocolates and crackers out of the paper bag. "I'm not quite sure how cold the champagne is anymore, but we still have to drink it. And I heroically saved all of them, including the chocolates and crackers from the guy I was stuck in the elevator with, so we’d better enjoy them." "Well, of course we still have to drink that champagne. Give me that." Ugo grabbed the hotel water glasses as Daisy pulled the foil off the champagne bottle. "I can’t believe you were stuck in the elevator all that time. And why weren’t you texting me back. Was your battery out?" "Okay, there’s a story there, but let’s toast to you first before I get into all of that." Daisy twisted the metal lid open and pulled out the cork with a gentle pop. After she poured a healthy amount into each of their glasses, she held hers up. "To Ugo Chike, the first black female partner at Jade and Judy, in over ten years. To a
A gorgeous hostess led them upstairs to a quieter VIP bar that overlooked the stage and dance floor below. They were shown to a small seating area by the balcony and settled at a table hugged by two half-moon velvet sofas. The hostess propped a beverage menu in the center and said, "Your drinks are on the house. Enjoy your evening." "Wow!" Ugo whistled. "We scored." "I think that hawker recognized you from one of your court cases. Because how the hell are we getting such VIP treatment when we're yet to spend a dime." Daisy said out loud. "Wouldn't that rock." Ugo grinned. "Or it could be the chef guy.... That dude is full of surprises. I've gotten so many gifts that I can't count since I met him. Yet, he's not interested in hitting this ass." "He could be pretending." Daisy fixed in. "Or taking it slow. The good old ways. He might be hoping to win you over thoroughly before making a move. In other words, he wants you to...." "Lose my damn guard. Mmmm, not happening, not gonna h
Brett walked into his sitting room with a file he pushed over to Derin, who had come visiting. "You were scarce throughout Thursday, how much success did you record with your adventure?" Derin asked, picking up the file and flipping through it. "An adventure indeed. Success rate was way better than I'd thought it was going to be." Brett replied, taking a seat. Derin's eyebrows went up and he shook his head. "Of course. Why would I have thought anything less of you. Do you mind telling me how it went though?" "I got her to agree to be my date to the fundraiser tomorrow." He finally replied. "No way! How did you get her to do that? Wait! You are a magician now. You waltz back into her life, get her trapped in an elevator just to have a moment with her and somehow you get to convince her to go on a date with you. Wonderful! You are a genius Lex." Derin grinned. "It's not a date officially, but it's something I guess. I'm gradually walking my way back to her and at this rate, I'm
Saturday morning came with Daisy being dragged out of her room by Ugo. She figured it was no less than she deserved since she avoided any topic related to Brett throughout Friday. After a long, hot shower, she made her way into the living room and was ordered onto a seat by Ugo and a lecture she never knew she needed commenced. With the biggest coffee mug in her hand, she pretended to be paying attention to her friend's rattles in order to let peace reign. "Number 10, do not fall for his seduction.... Number 11, never kiss him, never kiss your ex!" "Ugo, that was number one, four, and nine." "Yes." Ugo replied, pacing the room. "Now it's also number 11. Just so you know how important it is." "O.k.a.y, is there something I'm missing?" "You tell me. You and Lexington seemed cozy last night when you let him kiss you. You sat there and watched him try taking advantage of you." "Oh come on Ugo, that wasn't how it happened." "Really, could you please fill me in, I most definitely rea
Daisy studied the menu of treatments available at the Spa, and decided to skip her usual porcelain fix in favor of deep tissue pampering. She'd been waxed two weeks ago so she skipped it. But the rest of the treatment designed to make one sexually irresistible was exactly what she needed and Ugo insisted on them. While they were getting ready to begin, Daisy's mother walked in, carrying with her the effortless aura of a billionaire's wife and the beauty of an ageless youth. Her skin was soft even without touching it. A look at Bridget Ledwig would have a man wishing for nothing but to give her anything she wants.. "Daisy honey, I can't believe the both of you planned on visiting the spa without me! How is that even fair." "Mom!" Daisy called, rushing into her mother's already open arms. "Come on here U-U." She beckoned to Ugo. Wrapping the girls tight in a hug, she smiled sweetly. "Edna told me you came." She whispered to their hearing alone. "Don't be mad at her. She just wanted
Somewhat dazed, she went to the intercom and talked to the front desk, letting them know she was expecting Brett, and while she was still talking, he walked into the lobby. A few moments after that, he was at her door. It was only then that she remembered she was dressed in a sleeveless gown that stopped mid-thigh. Confused as to the type of impression Brett would get from her appearance. She rushed into her room and reappeared with a black leather jacket which helped to cover up the previously exposed skin on hee upper body. She went to the door and let him in. Bret stood in the hallway for a long moment, his gaze raking Daisy from her head down to her neatly manicured toes. Daisy on the other hand was equally stunned by his appearance. The way he looked in washed jeans and a T-shirt made her want to undress. "Hi." He smiled at her. "Come in." Daisy said, stepping aside. He stepped in like he was gliding through the floor. His aura was magnetic. The smell of his cologne was wood
We were now in an open corridor. Rocco stood like a statue at the end of the room, staring into space. Two other guards stood at a reasonable distance, taking the same stance. I snatched my hand back from him, crossing it over my chest. "Good. Then that's settled. But make no mistake, he turned "I'm going to take my pleasure from you, how and when I deem it fit." He threatened. "You dare not!" I challenged, creating a distance between us. "Really," he mused. "Let's see how that goes." "Every single thing about this situation is disappointing," I corrected him, feeling my jaw quiver. I had a temper. So I try so hard to always remain happy and positive. And that was why I surrounded myself with people that really love and care about me. They all knew and understood how bad my temper used to be. As a form of control, I would always remain cold and calm in situations I have no power over. Until I grab a full picture of the situation. But then, in some conditions, I almost alw
I was awakened by the distant sound of the television. Immediately I opened my eyes, I saw Maxine cropped up on a chair at the end of the room. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he muttered. "Where are we?" I croaked, sitting up on the bed and surveying the empty room that had only a bed and a television. Maxine stretched his arms, and sighed. "Home, The Garden." "Thank God." I sighed, before realizing what he meant. "You mean your home is referred to as The Garden?" "Mhmm." He hummed. "Gross." I spat out. "It's a good name." He stood up. "Hollis totally owe me for this." He murmured and left the room, not even saying a goodbye or any other word. My throat felt raw, and my body, emotionally exhausted. I could feel dark isolation seeping through the room like deep depression. I just wanted to go home, to go shopping, boat cruises, clubhouses and the courtroom. I wanted my life back. But even I know I couldn't. Not with the continuous attempt on my life and wi
Maxine gripped the steering wheel and side-glanced me. "Put your seatbelt on, this is going to be fun." I did as I was told, and he hit the red button on the rearview mirror, which caused the garage door to slide open. We drove out onto the gloomy street. Maxine didn't let go of the gas pedal until we were driving well above the speed limit. Darkened street signs flashed by. He sped through a red light, swerving around a car that was patiently waiting for its turn. 'What was the point of making me wear my seatbelt if he was planning on killing the both of us by crashing the car.' With an extended grin, he weaved us in and out of traffic. Eventually we moved away from the city streets and onto a country road. We picked up more speed, but at least there were no other cars to play chicken with. I was able to unclench my teeth and my stranglehold on the security bar against the door, using my free hand to wipe my newly dampened forehead. The car air-conditioner couldn't do anyt
The next time I woke up, the sun was already setting. I was feeling better, rested, though my joints and muscles ached from the lack of movement. As for the bump on my head, it was only sensitive to touch. there was no more throbbing. My hair on the other hand was a tangled mess. My head felt naked when my hair was down. I searched my pockets and then the barren room for anything that I could use to tie it back. The only thing I found was the glass of water that had been refilled, and that I greedily gulped down. The bedroom door had been left open, and hollowed sounds from a Television could still be heard. As soon as the smell of food tickled my nose, my stomach grumbled. The last meal I had eaten was the vegetable sauce my mother made specially for me. How long ago was that? My brain was still too foggy to count back the hours or the days. The thought of my mother sent chills down my spine. I haven't heard from my parents and I knew they would be worried sick. Letting my sto
With a stiff neck, I scanned my surroundings. there wasn't much to decipher. I was in a small room, lit only by the bedside lamp that was on the table next to the bed. There was an armchair with a rose velvet cushion in one corner. The walls were bland and frameless. After waiting for another bout of nausea to pass, I went to the window, holding on to the small table as support for my shaky frame. Outside, the sunsetting sky was of resilient palettes of shady hues, and I was peering over the shadows of endless rooftops. Wherever I was, it was high above a city, at least twenty stories high. Down below, a yellow cab was waiting at a red light on an otherwise empty street. I couldn't decide if I was still in Lilycity. I thought I had a fair recognition of the clock tower that stood at the center of the city square, but it was too distant and I was too tired to be sure. My hand pressed against the glass. I closed my eyes until the dizziness passed, then slowly and painfully moved to
There was a flash of light and distant noises. My head felt like someone was taking an ice pick and pouring heavy chipping on my skull. I decided that death couldn't be this painful, so I was probably not dead or this was what hell was supposed to feel like. My eyes were pried open, and a light came flashing again. This was followed by a groan, like a bear cub. 'was that me?' I managed to flutter my eyes open without anyone's help. Inches away from my face, someone was holding a pen-sized flashlight. I couldn't focus enough to see him, but I could definitely smell him. Light scent of woodberry and some chemicals I remember enduring the mixing process once I snuck into the chemistry laboratory during practicals that were meant for students offering science courses. The ceiling was swimming. I thought I was going to vomit, and I had to let my eyelids drop to stop the spinning. Slowly, the muffled sounds became words. "What's your name, sweetheart." Asked the man with the flashli
I climbed down carefully from the grey van that picked me up from the house. I was going to see a cartel Boss. So there are quite a lot of things that could happen today. It's either I end up dead or I succeed in striking a good deal that will keep my father alive and give my family enough time to pay up the crazy-absurd debt they leveled against my Father. If the stars are in my favor, the money might even be forgiven. But in all, one of these things was going to happen today and I pray my dead body won't be drawn out of the industrial looking premises. As I stood looking around, I got a nudge behind from one of the men. "Move!" He barked at me and like a crippled roach revealed by a light from a handheld torch. I had to put both of my feet to good use. One of the men walked in front, leading the way, while two others walked behind me. "Stop." A baritone voice from a guard stationed at the gate yelled at us. "She's going to go in blindfolded." He read out a rehearsed instruct
The silence at the dinning table felt excruciating and painful. I forced most of the mashed potatoes down my throat and swallowed hurriedly each time, unable to feel the taste of the meal. When the silence became too unbearable, I shifted my meal and turned to my parents. "Let's hear it, what's the problem?" "Eat Ugo." My father said, tapping me gently on the arm. "I'm full, and even if I'm not, I can't take more. I've lost my appetite. What's going on, what's with the silence and brooding, did someone die?" My mother was the first to shake her head. "We didn't lose anyone. But we might as well loose someone if we don't find a solution." She said, "Ada..." My father called in his usual peace-loving manner. "Ugo is not a child, honey. The earlier we start taking....the better." "Please talk to me... anyone. Dad, Mom." "Honey, it's nothing serious....." "Your father was accused of stealing from his company." My mom interrupted. "What?" I looked at my father, hoping he would as
UGO I took in the orderliness of the little room that had always served as my safe space for the longest time. All my childhood memories were still intact, almost as I had left them. My mother had taken it upon herself to preserve all the good memories, making sure not to alter the shape of the room and the position of things as I left them. I tried recalling the last time I visited Lilycity. It's been well over two years. Fairview had found a way to draw me into its tight grasp and sapped me off all my free time. I sighed, recalling my mother's tears at the airport when she came to pick me up. I was initially skeptical that she would be the one to pick me up, but then she somehow managed to convince me with my father's support that she has recovered perfectly since her intestinal surgery. "Poor woman." I murmured regrettably. Pulling my hair into a tight bun, I sat down on the only chair in my room, took in the beauty of the modest-looking room and smiled. What my room lacked in