The following Monday.    ~Dia Wealene~"10:05"I muttered, looking at the gold wristwatch wounded around my left wrist. I'm not really feeling like I'm up for the task. I feel down. And if I wouldn't tell a lie to myself, I knew what the problem really is. "Why would you, Albert?"I mumbled, burying my face in the ocean of files on the table. I raised my head again and picked up my phone,"Should I call him back?"I wasn't sure. I looked to the left and caught the sight of one of my framed pictures. I remembered the humor of a guy who told his girlfriend on her birthday that he framed her and presented to her a framed picture of her. Then suddenly, some group of officers walked in and she was told that she was under arrest. And then she turned to her boyfriend and asked what the problem was. But she saw a cunny smile tucked in the side of his lips as he said, 'Why surprised babe, I said I framed you

    Two days later. Driving home. ~Dia Wealene~"Turn the music, Rowe."As soon as I called at him, he turned to me and nodded his head. He fiddled with the volume roll of the white and red Maserati 2022 MC20.I watched him nod his head to the slow but perky music filling the background. I didn't know if I had made the right choice by employing him.  Everytime I leave work, I'm always too exhausted to drive. I could had called Alfred to do that but he ain't my driver nor puppet.  I sighed trying to keep apace with the rhythm of Christina Perri's A thousand Years. One of the reasons of having the music turned on was preventing him from hearing whatever I have to say if by chance I thought out loud. Trying to remember what made me employ him... Twas all yesterday, I decided to call him around and he did an unexpected. Something quite sweet that I'd never seen Albert do. He got me the costliest Flower bo

     Office. ~Dia Wealene~"Arrange the files properly and then leave. Someone should keep an eye on the cars."I looked up from my iMac to Rowe who was busy attending to the files on my table. He was all serious and sorting the whole files out. I was seated on a couch which was by the right wall if you step into my office. When you step into my office, opposite you is my office chair and table. To the left is the TV and stuff, while to the right a couch and table for relaxation, amongst several other things I'll love to keep confidential. "Yes boss. "Rowe looked up and nodded at me as though he just heard me. He resumed his work and I tried to concentrate on the project I'm working on. A project revolving around the interest of the COLORFUL ENTREPRENEURS. But I couldn't concentrate. Yesterday, Kyle had returned the call and explained to me that there was a day she messed up with Caidine and lef

    On the way.  ~Dia Wealene~ "I'm sorry ma." She said out of the blue and I looked through the rearview. I was driving.  "Why are you?" I shot. Trying to hold her innocent face in my gaze. As well as trying to place the reason behind that. She came on, "If I could drive, you won't be stressed to --" "Why are you this dumb?!" I snapped. I was driving on the less busy lane, so twas pretty much easy to pull over. I did and turned to her in the Maybach.  "Are you doing this on purpose or you were born this way. Cos I can't place it. Even if you're a maid, at least -- Arrggggh!" I bit in the words and stepped on the clutch.  "I'm sorry ma." I looked through the rearview again.  She annoyingly kept that innocent face. She was very annoying and I didn't know what else to say than, "I give up." I grunted. There was a brief silence spread across

    At Work.  ~Dia Wealene~ "Hey, Steve." I said over the speaker, the office telephone caught between my neck and collarbone, across the acromioclavicular joint.  "I have a lead on your driver." His voice husky but tamed. A part of me feels like almost all professions train the voices of their employees.  "Tell me. What have you discovered yet?" "He used to be a drug dealer. He had been involved in several international smuggles. And the latest data of his last smuggling was three years ago. Remind me, where did you meet him in the first place?" I'VE NEVER TOLD YOU BEFORE, WHY SAY, REMIND ME. I thought, but then, "In an elevator when I was leaving work. It's not in Colorado. I think it was when I was in Las Vegas for a business stuff." He went silent for a while. I could here the scraping of pen on paper on his own end. He seemed to be scribbling. Then he came on, "Keep