All Chapters of Dreams Apart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

Charles sat down in his study, pondering about the meeting he had yesterday with the elders of Elites organisation. They had poured out their thoughts about what they thought of him for the presidential position, reasons could be because Icelanders adored him, and that was a good image for the country, and had graduated with a PhD in politics. The whole meeting was mostly spent of political leaders speaking of his achievements, and throwing him compliments after compliments. Charles was weary of hearing their praises, and felt that walking out of the boardroom would have been the best option, but the leaders would have spoke about his impulsive act, and his father, Donne Spielberg, would have had him on the throat. Earlier this autumn day, Bryan had asked him over to watch the netball game that was taking place later the day, but he d

It's her again, the girl with red hair, smiling at him!It is the first time he find it a pleasant thing to sleep during the day just to see the mysterious redhead girl, and this time the dream was special to him. He saw her face, clearly! When she smiled up at him divinely, tiny dimples appeared on her cheeks, her skin was flawlessly snowy, her hair wasn't red like crimson, but it was the most rich of browns, flaming and fiery. Her eyes, oh yes, her blue eyes were like staring into a pool of kindness. Her perfect full-lips were fruity and gave him the urge to kiss her.When he felt a hand shaking his shoulder, he didn't want to open his eyes, but continues seeing those eyes staring at him, those lips curling into a smile. He cursed whoever had interrupted his dream.“Charles!&rd

Sheila had by no means thought she would be raided by such an unexpected quantity of money in her whole life. Being charged to pay £625 was a nightmare, and what seemed to reign in her was to find a way to escape this dilemma, but how will she do that? She took a glance towards the exit, but there are two suave men footing at the entrance as if they were conducting the eatery; there were twosome dining at the corner of the entrance, they would only seemed to be interrupted from their passionate moment just to watch Sheila been chased. And there were passers-by; anyone could try to hold her down for pilfering. She had to think of another option. "Miss Sheila, the payment needs to be made as soon as possible. You're paying on cheque, cash or swiping?" Dennis asked serenely. Sheila's jaw had reached to the ground. Why in hell didn't this man notice she wasn't an elite, but a Proletarian? But, she knew she was in trouble, hell trouble. First, she had to find a way to escape this nightmar