"Well," Meghan prepared to start her tale on what exactly was the case with her. She gripped tightly the edges of her dress, seemingly shy to say the least in bringing her problems to the young man whom she was with at the time. Her eyes were fixed to the floor.James had one eye on the road and one eye on her. He held his words, not wanting to say anything at the time that would stop her from spilling what she had already told him to be a long story."You see, my family wants me to secure a deal for them, and if I don't do so, they will—" She cut her long story short there. Any other words and it would have been a little bit too much for her to be pouring into the ears of James, someone who had already declared interest in her. Still the same someone who her husband was quite uncomfortable with. She couldn't say more."It's okay, you shouldn't tell me if it is going to be like I am forcing you to. I don't want to be that person to you." James put as much effort sounding like he care

In the comforts of his home, James also made his call, believing that the men he had in the bank would grant him his wish."Hello, Max," he said as the recipient of his call picked up the phone. "Yes, hello James. What exactly is the problem now?" Max asked.James chuckled, almost even laughing sporadically. "Why would you think that there is a problem?" "Because you only call me when you have a problem you want to fix, James. That is not something you can deny any more.""Okay, I admit that I might have done that before, but that doesn't mean that it is what I always do when I call you."There was no answer from Max. It was almost as if he was trying to get James to admit to the truth himself."Spill it, James," he said at once. "I really don't have time right now. I'm at work. There are a lot of customers, so I don't think I can spend any more minutes pandering to you.""Oh you have become quite stiff have you not, Max?" James said to him in a sort of mocking manner. "But fine, I

It was evening, Gavin felt totally satisfied over the call he had made. For once, he thought to himself, that he had finally done something good for his wife, even though she would not really know he was the one who did it. He had been standing on his feet for a while. His eyes were glued to the gate as vehicle after vehicle passed. His job at that time was to see who the driver was, and try to know their mission in the vicinity. He had a blue card that he would give them as means of authorization to go inside. They had to return it once they came outside. That way he was able to know the amount of cars that were in the vicinity and be able to keep track of them.This was his job at the night time. At day time, he was a delivery man. It took a lot of toll and time on him, but as long as he was able to afford his daily bread, as well as a little to support his wife, he was okay.There were beads of sweat dropping from his forehead. He was really tired, but he just had to keep going.

Hearing Megan squeal with terror after seeing his beaten body on the floor, made him raise his head up to look at her right there at the right of the door. "I got beaten up," he answered her question. "What? Why? What happened?" Meghan moved towards him and tried to touch him, but he shrieked away at her advances. He could only feel nothing but pain as she touched him. Gavin searched his mind to answer the question, but could not find any real reason why he was beaten up. "I really don't know," he said. "But then, who did this?" She had concern written all over her face. "My superior. The Chief Security Officer. I really did not do anything and he did this?" Megan sprung back for a few seconds. Her look of concern morphed quickly into one of unbelief and shock. "Are you sure that is what happened?" She asked. "Why exactly would he want to beat you up to this state? Are you sure you did not do something?" "I am telling you that I don't know why I was beaten up, so I cann

Meghan wore a happy face at work that morning. A smile almost as bright as the morning sun. She walked with a steady gait that showed confidence in the most non vocal ways comfortably. Her stride could be seen by everyone. She looked even more regal than she had ever been. And this was someone that, on a normal day, looked like a gracious goddess. Today she seemed to wear the heavens around her head like a crown so everybody could see it and admire her."Good morning," she greeted everybody she met along the way in the hallway. And they'd greet her as well. Who would not like a beautiful woman with a smile on her face talking to them? Certainly not the men she greeted on her way there."Good morning, Meghan," they'd say back, wondering what might have happened to her, as long as they could tell, Meghan was not much of a smiler. Or rather they had not seen her that happy in such a long time.Her mom and sister were in the office where she opened the door like a butterfly flying out of