Somewhere in a large mansion with ornate architecture and interior design, located somewhere in the heart of the city of Atlanta, Ivan was seated in a chair, clicking a retractable pen repeatedly as he stared at the paperwork on the table for passing minutes. His eyes ran through the letters back and forth so many times in few seconds like he was hoping to getting other meanings from what he had read. The cluster of letters plastered on the white paper read a divorce agreement, with a long line at the bottom left for him to scribble his signature on. Opposite him sat the pretty lady whom had placed the divorce agreement in front of him and whom he was about to end things with - Vera, a lady with a bold red lipstick, which created a beautiful contrast on lips against her shining porcelain skin and her royal blue dress. Young but with wrinkles that had crept to the sides of her eyes, indicating she was getting towards the age of mid life crisis, and skin care products couldn’t hide th

Still at that same bar, when everyone had run for their lives, Artemis and Ivan entered a place behind the backstage that led down a dark hallway. They moved through the darkness until Artemis moved before Ivan to open a door to a dimly lit room where some men have special sessions with some strippers. Artemis didn’t stop her movement as she walked towards a wall. She went through it and disappeared. Ivan went after her. They found themselves in a place where some people sat in a circle like a cult meeting. A place where ordinary humans couldn’t access except they were part of the sect that was in that room. The choice of the colour of lights gave the atmosphere a gloomy one. The room contained the most top secret organisation in the world and all its members were the most powerful beings on earth. The members were gods and the sect was called All gods. Ivan was their head, whom they called the All-father.The members bowed as Ivan walked into their midst to sit in a chair that sto

Vera stared at the cryptic message for minutes, searching through her past and present for the relevance of the message to any particular event in her life. She found nothing.She didn’t know if the person was a secret admirer or just someone returning a favour for a good deed she didn’t remember. She didn’t even know if the anonymous angel investor was male or female but she was some percent sure that it was a male.She stared at the cheque and the message on the envelope that she spread on her sparkling glass table; the handwritings in both were different. The anonymous person had meticulously planned it that she wouldn’t be to find him. In the past, she had tried to track the names written on each of the cheques given but it had never been successful. What had never changed was the lemon-coloured envelope with flowery designs at the corner of the envelope and the words, “Your anonymous angel investor” written in a cursive handwriting with a pen. “At least let me say thank you,” V

The car came to a screeching halt in front of the police station, Vera exhaled a distressed sigh, trying to recall the last time she saw this building. It’s been ages. She couldn’t quite recall her last visit, that’s how long ago it was.The officers stepped out first, slamming the door shut, the male officer turned to hold the door for her.“Ma’am” he mumbled and glanced at her without further words, and Vera took that as her cue to exit the car.She stepped out feet first and grunted a little as she reached for her purse, stepping out and aside for the officer to shut the door.Vera let out a sigh of relief, grateful that she could finally leave the confines of that awfully smelling car, wondering how the officers could cope with it all day. She slowly moved her head from side to side as she once again could breathe in the fresh air.The male officer led the way this time while the female followed close behind, boring holes in the back of Vera’s head with her eyes, she could feel it

Sara sat still, she could feel his gaze on her face. One of the things that came with being blind was heightened senses.They would probably be in some kind of staring contest if she could see.Ares leaned from the desk and walked back to his seat silently with his head bowed in thought. He sat on his chair, which swiveled a little from side to side as he adjusted himself on it.“Can I at least know why I’m here?” Sara asked, clearly tired of being pushed and led but not spoken to.“No one has said anything to me, or even tried explaining,” she complained further.“Calm down,” Ares said, he could sense she was slowly getting worked up and that was the last thing he wanted right now. “There’s so much to explain, we can’t do it all at once, It’ll take time and patience” he paused for effect, keeping an eye on her to get her every reaction.“How long will it take? I’m slowly running out of patience” Her voice quivered a little on the last word.“May I ask you a question?” “I guess” she