Brad walked out of the company and headed straight for the parking lot. The parking area on the other side - the one for the staff - was crammed with cars of different types. Every one of Fast Tech employees owned a car. The pay of the lowest-ranking employee was fat enough to get a car and rent a fine apartment. Nick came out of the car and opened the car door for him. Brad nodded at him. As Brad sat in the car, Nick went around and got in the driver's seat. "Take me home first." Brad turned to see Nick checking his watch. He arched his brows, "We should still have time." Brad recalled him saying the reservation was by six. "We still do, right?" "Yes, boss, we still have enough." Nick drove them to Brad's apartment. The car gradually screeched to a halt before Brad's apartment complex. "I'll be right back," he told Nick and got out of the car. He leisurely made his way up the stairs and into the luxurious expanse of his living room. Brad thought that even if he were late, wha
Despite it all, he put up a smile as he continued to look for the man who had requested him. Apparently, the man booked his seat for twenty-four hours, he must be an important person. He frowned as he spotted the man on the table he had been told he was occupying. Vincenzo thought the man looked oddly familiar but he couldn't recall where he had seen the face before. He smiled politely as he stopped before the table. Right beside the man was another man; his face was straight and he exuded an air of quiet professionalism. Vincenzo faced the one who looked familiar, "One of our servers informed me that you would prefer I personally cook your meal and serve you," he remarked. Brad's lips slowly curled into a smile, his keen gaze assessing Vincenzo. "You're right," he murmured. Vincenzo couldn't stop himself as he squinted at the man. Vincenzo said nothing but Brad could see the questions swirling in his eyes. Vincenzo couldn't stop himself as he squinted at the man, his brow furrow
With gritted teeth and slanted eyes directed at Brad, Vincenzo sent the account number Nick called for him to his accountant, and the amount used to reserve their seat for the twenty-four hours was instantly transferred to it. Nick nodded at Brad. "Seen, boss." Nick had barely finished his sentence when Vincenzo turned to Brad, his voice dripping with unbridled malice, "There you have it!" He seethed, "Your refund. Leave now." Brad took his sweet time, smoothing his palm on the tablecloth as he rose to his feet, his eyes trained on Vincenzo's. With his lips stretched in a smug smile, he said to him, "Have a nice trip, Vincenzo." And with that, Brad strutted out of the restaurant with Nick in tow, leaving an enraged Vincenzo to clench and unclench his fist around the notepad he was holding. His eyes bore holes in Brad's back as he sauntered toward the door. He wondered who he was. The manner with which he spoke, the unrestrained confidence and arrogance he exuded. He might be rel
"Are you still there, Claire?" Brad frowned as he pulled the phone from his ears to check if she hadn't hung up on him. Claire had never really been the type to keep quiet for so long. She always had something to say."Yes!" Her breathless voice sounded over the phone, "Yes, I'm here." Claire hesitated and her palm around the phone suddenly became sweaty. She changed the phone to another ear, "I was just wondering if we could meet up…" she trailed off then added in a small voice, " now."Brad thought it was perfect, the meet-up. It would be a distraction. Though the douchebags that had been sent after them might decide to trace Claire if they eventually lose him, there was no way they'd get a clue of who he really was from Claire. It wasn't like he was busy anyway. "Alright, let's meet up. I'm already at the Kreme club.""Okey-dokey!" Claire chirped excitedly, "I'll be there in a jiffy!"Brad nodded at Nick and finally got out of the car. His eyes cautiously scanned everywhere as he
Sophia sighed as she picked up her phone, she threw herself on the sofa and turned the screen of her phone on. Multiple thoughts ran through her mind as she unlocked it and aimlessly scrolled through.She thought about all that Brad told her. She wouldn't doubt the fact that she desperately wants to go on livestream. Just being online gives her so much joy, especially after he has gotten so many supporters over the months.Would she really go offline for so long because of Ned? Would Ned be able to find her in Russia? Wasn't she saved in Russia?Different thoughts whirled in her in some sort of crazy confusion.She couldn't stay away like this forever. For how long was she going to hide? Suddenly, she found herself scrolling through the applications on her phone with a purpose. She knew what she needed to do and her fingers did her bidding.As she positioned the phone on her phone holder, her body tingled with excitement and her heart felt like it would burst with excitement. She mis
Sophia's whole being froze and her heart slammed against her chest, dread filling her, as her eyes took in that comment again. No other comments came after it. It was almost as if the universe wanted her to see the comment, read it over and over again, and fully understand it.Her hands shook and her grin was unstable as she shakily waved at the screen. "Okay guys, I just wanted to say hi and to let you know I still think about you guys all the time," she rushed out and her jittery nerves prompted her index finger to tap on the icon that ended the Livestream even before she intended to.With trembling hands, she switched off her phone and threw it on the sofa farthest from her. Maybe she should have remained low-key after all.Only one person, Sophia thought with dread, only one person called her beauty.Her heartbeat fastened. How? Her body trembled as she sat there, pondering on the intensity of what this might mean and the troubles it might bring weighed down on her heavily. For hi
Ned lazily swivelled in the swivel chair, a pen lodged between his teeth. He seemed relaxed as he mused on who his next victim would be or rather…his next client. Why wouldn't he be relaxed? The company was doing well and with the latest reveal of Vincenzo's father, Fernandez; Ned believed that, with Fernandez's influence and power, the company would soon start to do even better. He smirked to himself, another plus for him to relax was that she was just within the reach of his fingers. He just had to dig a little more and he'd find her.Just then, a knock sounded on his door and interrupted his thoughts. "Yes?" There was a muffled response that he suspected was from his assistant then with a slight frown, he summoned him in. "Come in."Ned gazed at his assistant standing before him, impatient to hear why he was there, he wondered why the man had come."Sir, a man has demanded to see you." Ned arched a brow. He always knew in advance if he was receiving visitors, clients called ahead,
Sophia groaned and pressed a pillow to her ear as she turned away from the ringing sound.A soft sigh escaped her lips when the ringing stopped and her hands that tightly pressed the pillow to her ear relaxed. A few seconds later, her muscles tensed and she quickly pressed the pillow to her ear when the ringing abruptly started all over again.First, she groggily wondered what the sound was, then she wondered why it wouldn't stop. She had finally been able to stop panicking and slept off while thinking about the commenter on her livestream, now her hard-earned sleep was being disrupted.She finally gave in when the ringing refused to stop. Her brows were deeply furrowed and her eyes remained closed as she turned her head to the direction where the ringing sound was coming from. She felt for the phone on the bed with her hands. Her fingers curled around it when she found it. Her mind was a cloud of fog as she fumbled with her phone for a while before picking up the call."Finally! Good