In the office, Armand and Vanessa shared a secret smile after their intimate moment. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the room. They spoke softly, exchanging light, affectionate words as they dressed, their laughter mixing with the rustling of clothes.Armand's phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen to see King's name flashing. Curious, he answered, "Hey King, what's up?"King's voice sounded slightly tense on the other end. "Hey Armand, there's something I need to tell you."Armand leaned back in his chair, intrigued. "Alright, spill the beans. What's going on?""It's about the Smith," King replied cryptically."The Smith?" Armand furrowed his brows. "What about them?"King hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Honestly, it's not something I can discuss over the phone. It's too sensitive."Armand's curiosity grew stronger. "Come on, King. You can't leave me hanging like that. Give me a hint at least."King sighed, clearly torn. "Armand
"I'm fine." King replied, grinning widely.He stood in front of the car, his body swaying slightly from side to side as if caught in an invisible breeze. His shoulders twitched with energy. His legs shifted back and forth, as if his excitement couldn't be contained within his frame. King's facial expressions danced between euphoria and bewilderment, his eyebrows arching up and down rapidly. "Are you sure about that?" Armand asked, looking skeptical."One hundred percent,"King answered."What's with the outfit?" Vanessa inquired, looking at King from his head to his toe.King was dressed in a meticulously tailored suit that exuded an air of sophistication. It was a deep shade of charcoal gray. His shoes were obviously crafted from one of the finest leather, and was a testament to his attention to detail."I went to the company where I had gone for an interview last week." King said."What did they say? Did you get the job?" Armand asked."I did!" King exclaimed."Congra
Armand raised his head and followed Vanessa's gaze to the gate of the beach house. A swarm of reporters had gathered, each one armed with cameras and microphones, jostling for position to capture the unfolding scene. They were like a pack of hungry wolves waiting for their prey.Vanessa turned to Armand, her expression a mix of frustration and exasperation. "Can you believe this? We can't even get a moment of peace here!"Armand sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "I see them. We'll have to deal with it somehow."Vanessa urged Armand to just drive in and ignore the reporters, but he shook his head. "If I do that, they might press themselves into the car, and someone could get hurt."A determined look crossed Armand's face as he made up his mind. "I'll grant them an interview. That might satisfy their curiosity and get them to back off."As they approached the gate, Armand rolled down the window, and a cacophony of questions and camera clicks greeted them. He plas
Mrs. Armstrong stepped gracefully into the living room dressed in a floor length navy blue evening dress with delicate lace embroidery exuded a refined charm. The off-shoulder neckline added a touch of sophistication, while the subtle train trailed behind her, leaving a trail of whispered admiration in her wake. Completing the ensemble, she wore a pair of diamond drop earrings that caught the light with every step, enhancing her regal appearance.Beside her stood Mr. Armstrong. He wore a tailored black tuxedo that fit him like a glove. A white dress shirt with a black bowtie provided a striking contrast, while his patent leather shoes gleamed beneath the dance floor's shimmering lights. The glint of his cufflinks matched the twinkle in his eyes.Armand chose a modern yet timeless look, donning a charcoal gray three piece suit that showcased elegance. The suit jacket, slightly tailored, complemented his build, while the crisp white dress shirt underneath emphasized his attention to d
"But how do we connect it to him?" Mrs. Armstrong asked."I don't know yet, but we'll figure it out." Armand answered."What about the press?" Vanessa inquired."The press?" Armand asked."Yes," she began tentatively, "how do you plan to deal with the press?"Armand looked up, his gaze meeting Vanessa's concerned eyes. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and clasped his hands together. "Vanessa, I've been careful about who knows the truth. As of now, only my mother, the attending doctors, the police and I are aware that my father has been shot.""You've notified the police?" Vanessa asked."Yes, I did that not long after we got here." Armand answered.Vanessa nodded, still anxious. "But what if someone from the hospital talks? These situations have a way of leaking, Armand."Armand's voice grew more confident. "I've spoken with the doctors and the hospital staff. They're bound by strict confidentiality. They won't disclose anything to anybody, especially not to the press.
Aaron and Gloz walked silently behind the officer. Aaron was calm because he knew who the visitor was. On the other hand, Gloz felt confused. Who would want to visit him here? It could not be his siblings, could it? He asked internally, but quickly dismissed that thought. He didn't want to get his hopes high.Just as they arrived at the door of the visitor's room, the officer who was leading them, Officer Daniels gestured for Aaron and Gloz to go in. The heavy metallic clang of the cell door echoed behind them as they entered the small room. Gloz's eyes darted nervously, taking in the cold atmosphere."Alright, Gloz, you've got 15 minutes with your visitor. Make it count," Officer Daniels said, his tone gruff but not unkind. He shot a stern glance at Gloz, who stood by, a silent spectator to the scene.Aaron nodded with gratitude in his eyes. Gloz shifted uncomfortably, aware of the limited time allowed for this interaction with his yet to be seen visitor."Remember, Gloz, Keep it
Aaron was tired. He never knew packaging wristwatches could be that stressful.Aaron's eyes, which had been vibrant and full of life just that morning, now held the heavy burden of exhaustion. Deep, dark circles etched beneath them, telling a tale of his need to sleep and his restlessness. Shoulders slouched, as if carrying the weight of the world, Aaron moved with a sluggish rhythm, each step echoing the struggle against the invisible forces pulling him down.He was thirsty and decided to get water. And coffee as well, to help him stay awake for the remaining one hour before his closing time for the day.He had gotten his drinks and was on his way back when the least thing he was expecting happened.His mind was consumed by the need to finish his packaging before closing hours, he rounded a corner only to collide with a lady adorned with vibrant red hair who had been walking too fast. The collision unfolded in an unfortunate symphony of mishap. The contents in Aaron's hands,
Aaron strolled into the company. He was just about to enter his work area when he was stopped by Mr Black."Good morning Sir." Aaron said. However, he got no response."I completed Janet's task yesterday. You can go and confirm if you'd like. Also, I know the incident yesterday must have painted me in a bad light, but I want to assure you, that is not who I am. It was an accident, I am not clumsy and what happened yesterday will never repeat itself again."Mr Black just kept on staring at him, so he asked "Can I go now?" He didn't feel comfortable under the manager's intense scrutinizing gaze."Aaron, what are you really doing here?" Mr Black finally asked."I beg your pardon?" Aaron replied."I said, what are you really doing here?" The manager asked again.Aaron's palms grew clammy as his manager's piercing gaze bore into him. The air seemed to thicken as he fumbled for words, anxiety tightening his throat. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, betraying the composed facade