Under a large tree, by a lake.
"And that was how Dia lived her life."
Eloisa, the old woman, stopped talking, her weak eyelids flickering, going from one youth to the other. She could read several emotions on the faces of the eleven students. Especially the girls, they were very much displeased. She could tell why, she tried to make a sense,
"I'm certain that majority of you wanted the story to end with Max and Dia married. After all, Max did try enough. He was the poor guy who wouldn't give up on a lady who didn't take a fancy in him. But well, I have a question to ask."
She paused, as her wrinkled face and weak eyes watched the frown spread across some of the faces of the people melted into anxiety and curiosity. They would be the first college students she would be telling that story to. As soon as she had their curiosity, she found her pace,"Let's talk about your first love. Soo-hyang, if you do not mind, could you tell u
We've come to the end of the first book of Dia. How does it feel to know that the whole book was a story told by an old woman?! By the way, the book two will start immediately. The blurb will be added to the info.
Dia Wealene."Now to the main business of the day."Gregory Lancelot, The CEO of the Multiforce group of firms started, standing on the marble podium before the fleet or say, rows of other CEO's of the state of Colorado."May Dia Wealene, the CEO of the Cleavink Ideal Prospects step forward?"At the call, I stood up and looked around as echoes of claps and whistles and murmurs supposed to accompany me to the Podium filled the room.I could catch the sight of the new CEO of the Joist Groups. Even though we all know that she doesn't really like me, but we should all feel the moment. Not them, not I, would ruin the day. My day.I took the well-thought steps I've mastered before my $10,000 mirror. My $15000 silver heels tapping at the floor as my right limb goes ahead to be complemented by the light. My red body-hugged gown doing its work.The rays of camera lights flashing on my face are a
Few days later. "Albert!!!!" I called, walking through the passage which led from my room to the living room. This is like the fifth time I've been calling that nutjob, yet he wouldn't answer. I guess he doesn't really deserve me. "Albert. You're deaf or something?" I called out walking down the stairs into my very spacious and luxurious sitting room. There were several brands of exotic chairs in the middle of the room, couches, and sofas, and few other fancy chairs locked around a golden large table. All sitting on a milk-colored rug. Up ahead to the front was a halfway wall, made from thick plyboards which houses the television. At the punching of the remote control brings up the TV and tucks it in again at my will. Beneath the Plywood was a walled hollow for fire, to keep the house warm. To the left, there was a small and hollowed opening for drinks, and to the right was a vast space which leads
The eatery."First, I'll have to congratulate you on your win. You know, it's not easy to carry such burden at such age."Ivan Rodriguez started, staring wierdly at me. I could see his large eyes leaving my pretty face to my cleavages. It can only be one thing he's thinking about. But I won't be too dismissive or judgmental. I'll wait, less I appear proud."Someone must do it. But it's rather kind of you to be that sweet, Ivan."He chuckled and put two of his left fingers to his brown but scanty beards. I have no idea what he was trying to pick."As you said, someone has to. You know, Praise you. I'm sure several other men will admit that, even if not to your face."I smiled and drank from the glass of wine. I looked at my golden wrist watch. I was conscious of time."Why have you called me here, Ivan? You know, your father is quite the notable influencer of my firm. And for his sake have I stoppe
At Work."You've got to put all those into consideration, and I forgot to tell you, there are some African CEO's who seemed to had taken interests in us. So, hasten your pace of work. I'll only be able to do little. And you know that I do trust you with this position."I said, towering over my manager. Jane. I appreciate her efficiency too. In a way, she's like me. She's coolheaded, pretty and could be tough."Ok, boss. You don't have to worry about me. I'll never disappoint you. You can go now, before you arrive at work tomorrow, I'll be done with the process."I nodded. I was standing by her office chair, next to the end of the oak table. I walked closer to her and leaned on her. I feel free around her. I spared a peck and turned to walk away."How about Albert? Is he coming through?"I stopped almost at the door. I've forgotten that she knows about my feelings towards the cold rogue. Well, I told her. You k
Work."Drop."I snapped at the caller, battling with the heaps of files on my table. I needed to attend to all the files before me and approve as many contracts as I can. There are reviews and prospects to prepare. All depended on the growth and expansion of my company's status and influence. Yet, there are matters concerning the COLORFUL ENTREPRENEURS."Stop mentioning the names of the companies that are of no great consequence. I have more than enough to be busied with here."I paused, holding the stamp in my weary hand. The telephone was leaning off my shoulder blade, supported by my hurting cheek. Makeup ruined."There's a recent message from IVAR MULTIFLEX UNITS. They look to be in Partn--""Drop. Could you please hang the call if there are no message of importance. I'm more than busy here."I couldn't take it anymore. I could hear her stuttering over the phone. I hung the call.
Las Vegas. "In this time of need, I'll advise that we rather have the factors capable of diminishing our stance than ignore them. We can't be sure what digital compromise we would have to revere in order to stand tall as the CEO'S of USA amongst several others who litter the vast world." The slender lady sat down. They call her Glen. She's sharp, bright but always jumpy. She always want to be the first to say a thing. The first time I laid my eyes on her then did I know I already have a pain in my ass. It's the third day after my arrival at Vegas. And this is the first conference of its kind. Though they've all been discussing for like several minutes now. If I've been conscious of the time, then I'd say that it's more than 30 minutes since the conference started. But really, it seemed more like a debate than a conference. Because I could count the number of times the group of CEO'S had argued and tossed aside their poin
Kyle Watford. Colorado. "So, tell me about yourself, Caidine." She looked uneasy seating beside me on the couch and I can't explain the reason. It's rather strange to see a lady as beautiful as her acting as though she was snatched from the jaws of penury. I've been fascinated by her these whiles, and now is the time to know her better. Since my aunt isn't around. "I don't really have anything interesting about myself." I knew she was trying to defend herself as she couldn't even look up at me. "Why are you this scared? I offered you to join me. I ain't no cousins with the blood of lion or any other wild cat. Believe me, you're free to do whichever way you like. And come to think of it, Dia isn't around. She wouldn't be today, not tomorrow. Why feel so jumpy or should I say scared?" She sat up in the couch at that. Her legs on the floor and her hands tucked between her thighs as though she was catching c
Dia Wealene. Las Vegas. "Dray, right?" I asked as soon as he caught up with me. He had been wanting to have a time with me all these while and today seemed to be his lucky day. We had just finished with the second meeting which definitely should be the last one. A week had passed and by the end of this new week, I should be returning to Colorado. "Quite thoughtful of you to keep my name at heart. Thought the great Dia might had forgotten it." I scoffed though didn't make it obvious. We had walked out of the building and were now standing at the front of the building. I could see my hot ice staring at me from distance. He was by the door as usual. Most times I kinda feel like Albert is under some spiritual influence. It's a wonder that he always knew when I was ready or coming out of a programme. Well, it might be his sixth sense. After all, he used to work for a drug-lord. "Who would forget