Two days later.
~Dia Wealene~
"Ughhh!"
I turned in bed, rolling about as though I was some sandstorm in the desert. Twas a call. A call woke me up. I thrusted my hand to the bedside table on which I put my phone, amongst few other things like the lampstand and the novel which I read one chapter from every night before sleeping.
"Isn't this too early for a call? Is being efficient now a curse?"
I picked up my phone and looked at the caller,
SWEET LITTLE BUN
The silhouette of sleep stalking my face were rolled up immediately. I sat up, rolling to the side, somewhat facing the bedside, my legs suspended in the air. Twas my little brother.
"Family should at least respect your sleep hours, damn."
I remonstrated as his anxious voice knocked me over,
"When will you ever stop complaining and be grateful, Big bear?"
"I'll strangle you... Be lucky we're speaking over
On the way. ~Dia Wealene~ "I'm sorry ma." She said out of the blue and I looked through the rearview. I was driving. "Why are you?" I shot. Trying to hold her innocent face in my gaze. As well as trying to place the reason behind that. She came on, "If I could drive, you won't be stressed to --" "Why are you this dumb?!" I snapped. I was driving on the less busy lane, so twas pretty much easy to pull over. I did and turned to her in the Maybach. "Are you doing this on purpose or you were born this way. Cos I can't place it. Even if you're a maid, at least -- Arrggggh!" I bit in the words and stepped on the clutch. "I'm sorry ma." I looked through the rearview again. She annoyingly kept that innocent face. She was very annoying and I didn't know what else to say than, "I give up." I grunted. There was a brief silence spread across
At a restaurant. "So, I'll ask again for the last time. What did you mean by, 'too' ?" I took another bite of the burger. Twas a signature meal. She was munching too, but occasionally putting her finger to the side of her lips. "I thought you forgot about it." She muttered and I chuckled. What I wanted to do was scoff regarding how lowly she had considered my memory. But you know, there are somethings no one has no control over. "We have only few minutes here. Don't squander it." She hesitated firstly then drank from the glass of juice. She did the usual then said, "I'm in no position to say it." I hit my other palm on the table like I'd seen people do when they are pretty pissed. Ouch, it did hurt. Though slightly. People looked at me at that but I didn't care. That was why I hated eating in common restaurants. But what could I had done? I wanted to have that conversation
At Work. ~Dia Wealene~ "Hey, Steve." I said over the speaker, the office telephone caught between my neck and collarbone, across the acromioclavicular joint. "I have a lead on your driver." His voice husky but tamed. A part of me feels like almost all professions train the voices of their employees. "Tell me. What have you discovered yet?" "He used to be a drug dealer. He had been involved in several international smuggles. And the latest data of his last smuggling was three years ago. Remind me, where did you meet him in the first place?" I'VE NEVER TOLD YOU BEFORE, WHY SAY, REMIND ME. I thought, but then, "In an elevator when I was leaving work. It's not in Colorado. I think it was when I was in Las Vegas for a business stuff." He went silent for a while. I could here the scraping of pen on paper on his own end. He seemed to be scribbling. Then he came on, "Keep
Her Brother's birthday. ~Dia Wealene~ "Caidine!!" I called climbing down the stairs as I headed into the first palour. "Gotten everything ready yet? Just got a call from him, he would be here in few minutes." Loe rushed to me and I picked him up as I headed to the second Parlour. Caidine was nowhere to be found, neither was Rowe. But the place had already being decorated. There were countless numbers of balloons drooping from the ceiling, and to the wall opposite me was a pasted inscription in the wall: Happy Birthday, Little Brother. To the right of that wall was what looked like a 3D lamp which occasionally projected the several pictures of my brother. The floor had several stuff scattered around it. It should seem dirty, rather it beautified the place. But that wasn't enough for me. I couldn't help but nurse even naughty thoughts since the both of them weren't in view. 
Still the birthday. ~Dia Wealene~ "Can someone tell what is actually going on here?" It seemed to me as though I've been made a fool as I maintained the same spot I have been standing on since five quiet and awkward minutes now. Ray was standing before the couch, and Caidine had returned from the rest room. She was standing at the entrance to the second parlour. She had her face to the floor. "You guys don't want to test my patience right now? You know too well that I have no cool, Ray." I tried as much as possible to keep it as a threat but twas really more than that. I was already beginning to lose it. Then suddenly, Ray quit shooting her the apologetic stare and held my gaze, "She's the lady." "What do you mean the lady. Have you ever told me about any la--" I paused for a moment as I finally broke the words. "You mean the maid you impregnated?" I came to
Work.~Dia Wealene~"It doesn't really work like that."I shot bluntly, staring at the door opposite as thought twas the victim, whereas I was talking over the phone."Of course you know, Dia Wealene, but we would need to put some of these things into consideration if at all we want COLORFUL ENTREPRENEURS to keep soaring. If we think we have all covered already, don't be surprised when all our efforts go down the drain in the twitch of an eye."I sighed and spun the office chair around to face the wall TV."Who is the president here, Greg?""You seem to be missing something, Dia. We are all presidents. We all represent the COLORFUL ENTREPRENEURS. You were only appointed because we think it best that you handle the delicate matters."I scoffed, throwing one of my hands back to cup my long sleek hair which reached down my back to the rise of my backside."I'm about to hang the call."
Later that day. At a bar.~Dia Wealene~"Do you want me to replace you with someone else?"I said on top of my voice, taking a leave of the sight of the barman who kept on shooting me this wierd stare. I knew what he wanted."Forgive me, if I have wronged you."He pleaded. I scoffed and looked away, but regrettably back at the barman. Twas a noisy place. We could had chosen a less raspy bar but I kinda needed a typical distraction while discussing with him."This isn't about whether or not to forgive you, Rowe. What if I had been strangled to death before you arrived? What would had been your excuse, you would had snatched my properties, eh? Since I have no child."He tried to reach his hand through the counter at me. Of course he was seated close to me but he did have guts though. I pulled my hand back and glared at him."Sorry."He got the idea and puffed. He got carried away
At work.~Dia Wealene~"I can't think of anyone precisely for now."I had thought for a while before speaking over the phone. But it seemed more like trying to convince myself other than the person I was discussing with."Maybe you should take your time."Steve urged. I nodded,"I'll try to. But who could be so close to me that would had sent such rogue as Rowe to me. I guess the person wants me dead."I heard Steve chuckle and wanted to take it out on him but held back as he came on,"I don't think his motive is to kill. If it's that, he would had done that pretty sooner than this. I think it's a game, a game of intelligence. I can't place it yet, but I'm still working on it."He paused and continued,"Is there something else you need to tell me about him? We don't have time anymore. If you think you have anything which would be helpful, why don't you tell me?"I sighed."I don't t