“Ahhh!” The blonde lady drawled out with lots of air. “Still as grumpy as ever?”“When did you arrive?” William got out from the couch and walked over to her enveloping her into a bear hug.“Hey hey hey! I'm still china. Did you forget? You'll crush me.” She said in between laughs as she waited for Williams to release her from his embrace. When Williams pulled back, he stretched out a hand to ruffle her hair but Charlotte hled his hand before it touched her. “No!” She said firmly. “You bleached your hair.”“Mmhmm.” Charlotte responded affirmatively with a nod and stepped to the side to walk into his room. Her blue eyes roamed his room. “I'm a free bird now so…” she looked at him over her shoulder and shrugged.“Well lucky you, there's no relative in Manchester watching after your ass.” William pointed out ruefully. Charlotte tucked her chin and peered at William like you would at someone over the rims of a pair of eyeglass. “You used to be excited to be CEO, what's with the tone n

Tony slipped out a cigarette from the pack and stuck it between his lips, next he pulled out a lighter and held it close to the stick. His other hand cupped around it to act as a barrier against too much air. Successful, he leaned back into his seat and sucked in some smoke before puffing it out with a deep sigh. The smoke dispersed to fill his car, making the air hazy. The night had taken a colder turn. The air felt damp and it seemed like it would rain in a few hours after all May was about the corner. Tony was still parked in front of the Opera Theatre, his earphones plugged in to listen to Barbara Vocé’s voice. According to the banner that slayed slightly in the breeze hanging from the top of the three-storey theatre down, Barbara Vocé was performing tonight. Since he couldn't be in there and not a single sound was permitted out of the soundproof walls, he turned to Musicity to listen to her songs. Shutting his eyes close softly, he allowed the talented singer's voice to fill

The brown liquid bubbled in the squarish glass cup from the Brandy bottle. William corked it close and placed it gently on the his desk while his other hand wrapped around the glass cup. He sipped from the glass and closed his eyes as his tongue played around with the liquid before swallowing it. He gave a small grunt in approval and shuffled on his feet towards the window. His blue shirt was rolled up at the sleeves and his tired eyes allowed themselves to feast on the city below him from his office window. It was a late evening in Idaho and a few lights were already sinking at him from the buildings. Street lights were already on, lining he sides of the road as vehicles zoomed back and forth. William allowed himself to think back to that morning. Of course, he had been awake at 3am. Thanks to his desperation, he's been having troublesome nights. He needed to marry Isabel Logan. And fast. The Otto family was going bankrupt, including the part of the Belinsky Enterprise his father h

“What is this!” Isabel bellowed, her face scrunched up in disgust, her lips twisted distastefully and her eyes wide in fury. The maid she was glaring at cowered under her glare. She was visibly shaking as she stared at the floor. Her poor hands were red from kneading them anxiously.“Have you gone deaf? I demand an explanation!” “I'm sorry ma'am. They didn't have your favourite brand at the mart.” “And so what? You suddenly decided to alter my taste for me? That it was okay to choose another brand?” Isabel's voice ascended into a higher pitch with every question asked. She pushed her chair backward, so hard that the object could not stand its ground. It titled backward and hit the floor in a dull clatter.“I-i’m sorry ma'am. I didn't know where else to get it.” The maid whimpered.“Make me understand. Is Marcomart the only place where you can get me coffee?”The maid shook her head, her eyes beginning to tear up. “It's the only place that usually sells the brand you like.” The maid

Isabel was in a bad mood from this morning. One hour has passed, and her husband hasn't shown up with her meal. Now, she had to attend an impromptu meeting with her father and probably her brother on an empty stomach. How would she deal with those two in her grumpy state? Isabel released another disgruntled sigh for the umpteenth time as she walked to her father's office. Ethan, you're gonna pay for ruining my morning. It was the only consoling venting thought she could think of. She needed to blow off some steam, and Ethan was usually the center for that, but since he wasn't here, she would just do sonto Jim in her thoughts.Her father's door wasn't far from her anywhere. She didn't bother to knock when she got to it. She turned the doorknob and walked in on her her father and brother, sharing a bottle of Scotch.She shifted her disapproving stare from her brother to her father, and like the family that they were, both men gave her a bored look of acknowledgment that only lasted a s