I got off the bed immediately, with all the speed I could generate at that moment. With the way I jump from it, one could suspect that the bed was burning my butt. It was like a natural reflex that I couldn’t help The mention of Jane in the kitchen brought terror and despair, even confusion instantly. Her presence in that kitchen could only bring death. I may not be the victim, because I know of her motives, but another person may be, so I have to stop her immediately. Helen, think of something, I muttered to myself as I rolled my eyes up and down. “Excuse me ma’am” The voice on the other end sounded again, and I realized that she had held her breath, and waited for me to say something. “Oh, that’s nice. I have to wait then. Thank you.” I dropped the phone and rubbed my forehead. I smiled when I realized that I was sitting and rubbing my forehead like Lucas. I guess he has transferred some of this threat to me. This isn’t a time to think about Lucas. For God's sake, it’s a human lif

I felt her wet nose stick on my legs. She held onto the tip of my trouser while burying her face on my feet. At that point i felt compassionate, i felt like lifting her up and telling her that it was alright. But remembering the evil plot she and Catherine has plotted harden my heart again. I shifted from her and looked up to the other chief. I wanted to know if there was anyone among them that help her out.“Who was with her when she poisoned the food.?” i throw the question on the air, they shrug one after the other and turned in suspicion to one of the chefs. I looked at the four of them carefully, trying to identify any form of fear around them. “Who?” I shouted, this time with a tighten face.I was about intimidating them, when three men with an irregular pattern of cloth came in. They wore black trousers with a white shirt tuck in, the black tie around their neck was not too long, long enough to be allowed in a church choir department. The distinctive different between them and

I couldn’t tell why, but the first person my brain interpreted to me was Buzz. Then the memories of that cold day came. His evil smile, white hat, clown laugh, cold voice, punches, screams, Sandra’s words, Lucas's serious face, shifted sleeves, everything. I felt my head about to burst, I stood blank like someone who had just gotten a revelation. My eyes were fixed on the figure, but wasn’t seeing anyone. Maybe I did, but the shock bared my brain from interpreting. “Miss, Helen,” I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was gentle but the roughness that he use to shake me got me out of the trance. I sprang at once and robbed my eyes with my palm. What is happening to me? Why am I seeing things that have passed? Must be the effect of what happened earlier.“Are you okay?” a familiar voice came out after my brain as finally settled. I looked in that direction and it was Sir Mark. “I’m sorry if I have startled you. I didn’t mean to do such,” he said with his hand still on my shoulder. I shifte

Honestly, I didn't know what I felt at the moment. Could it be that my brain is not functioning well—thus interpreting every sound from my ears as familiar? "It's me, ma'am, I am alive and fully active." That was good news, although I haven't sat down on my own and thought of him for a long time, I was happy he has recovered. I couldn't forget that voice. The voice that stood up for me when Buzz wanted to hurt me. The one man that paid a great price to save me."It's good to have you back." It was indeed to see him back again. I leaned forward and robbed my hand on his shoulder briefly. I continued looking at the magazine I got from the reporters as the car sped along the free road. I nearly jumped out of the car window, I screamed "Yes" over 5 times. My excitement filled the car. The driver, and the bodyguard in front and behind me all turned in my direction. I knew my voice was loud, but I'm sorry I couldn't help. I looked at each of them and waved a bit to show that I was sorry

Something wasn't right, all the eyes turned in my direction. If I could, I would have disappeared from there. I lowered my eyes and clutched my bag with both hands. I should have waited for him. The aura that filled the room was intimidating. Would have stood firm and looked up at their faces if I had felt anything less. "We will have to adjourn, I need to attend to my wife" No other person would say that except Lucas. I lifted my dull face, swallowed the fright that I once felt, and looked at him. There he was, in his best mood, with a black suit over a white striped shirt. The man of my dreams. I smiled as I heard that from him. He has done nothing since I met him other than being sweet. His way of treating me like a queen made me love him more. The table scattered immediately, the men packed up, the ones with documents picked them up, and the ones with iPad, and keys carried them and found their way to the door. "Good day, Mrs. Dowell" they greeted once they reached where I s