Charles, Vera and James walked into the reception hall, and looked around."For some reason, I'm getting goosebumps. I know we'll do just fine, but I still can't help the nervous feeling that clouds me." James said, smoothening his suit jacket.He looked smart in a navy blue suit, and white shirt. It was a regular for business men, but James made it seem even better. Vera was dressed in stunning red, and her hair was packed beautifully at the base of her neck, with a pin on it. She walked confidently with her heels clacking on the ground, and if she was nervous, she hid all the signs well.Charles was dressed in dashing cream. They were going to stun the audience with their looks, eloquence, and product. Their trip hadn't been useless after all. It had given him a massive idea, and his genius team had put it together, working overnight, so they could try to meet up with the short notice. Layla was probably back at the psychiatric hospital, receiving severe treatment, but thanks to

Charles was so shocked and fear gripped him. It was the fear losing James after everything he had gone through just to ensure that he would live through it.“Hurry! Lead me to where he is, currently!” Charles urged.Without wasting time, Vera quickly headed to a particular secluded room used for props and all.There was no one there, so it was an advantage to them in this situation. Charles ran with all his might, and sweat trickled down to his shirt, forming a wet map on his chest and his back.He was disoriented and his brain couldn't think of anything apart from James' current situation.As he got to the room, there were only ten seconds left and it seemed like it was counting slower than usual.Before he could dial Longman's contact, a message came in.“I warned you not to mess with me, didn't I? You breached the damn contract and you think you can get away with it. Hell no! Note this: it won't stop at just James.”Charles yelled out loud in annoyance. There were different people

Charles stared intensely at the text which was sent from a strange number, and read it over and over, with his curiosity hitting the high bar, each single time he tried to make sense of it.“I guess today will be the day I need to tell you that I know about the system in your head, Charles. When it’s time for us to meet, I’ll contact you. But be prepared to meet me anytime.” “Is everything alright?’ James who noticed something different about him, asked, inquisitively, and with concern.Charles looked up, and fluttered his eyelids like he was woken from a trance or sort.“Yeah…Yeah, I’m fine.” Charles said, now squinting his eyes, trying to guess who could have sent him this text.But there was no way, he could guess about the person who could have sent the text. No one knew about the system, so if this person knows about it, it’s either the manufacturer, or the one who put it in his head.But these thoughts almost gave Charles a headache, because he couldn’t recall having any surger

Vera trudged down the road slowly. Her day had been seriously exhausting for her. It seemed like not a day went by, without her walking back home like a zombie.Then she happened to see a cafe, and suddenly craved a lavender latte, the image of which was pasted along with other refreshing drinks.Afterall a glass of lavender latte was sure to relieve some of her stress. She walked in, and went to the counter, looking at the things they offered. "An iced latte please. A lavender latte." She ordered, and waited for her order, while tucking her phone safely into her pockets. She really needed something to get away from the stress."I'll like a sandwich too." She added. Having a light dinner wouldn't hurt because she knew she was sure to doze off the minute she got on her bed. "It'll be prepared ma'am." The lady at the counter replied to her.At least, some things were going just fine. Their products were getting really good responses, and James was getting better. Longman was going to

She dropped the phone, and cleared her throat, as her cheeks heated up with pink. Reading a message was one thing, studying each word, and reading repeatedly was another. She had never read such a short message for more than two seconds.But still, she wanted to keep staring at the message. It was an odd feeling. One she couldn't quite comprehend. Feeling giddy, and loved was something girls experienced in high school, or earlier than that, but for Vera, it was different. Such had never happened to her in all her life. So, the giddy feelings she ought to have had back then in school—she was finally experiencing it.The sweet feeling of having someone all over you. Someone who sees you differently, someone in whose eyes, you were a completely, different, and intriguing person.The feeling of being desired was as sweet as a juicy apple. It left her longing for more. She wanted to really know what he saw in her, how she looked to him, and what he would do if she refused to accept him.