The cawing of birds could be heard in a distance as the sunrise dipped the clouds in a reddish glow. Elyria threw on her white reefer jacket that was almost to her ankle, wrapped her blue muffler round her neck, gently picked up her bowler bag and slowly pulled the door open as Her eyes swept up and down the room for Hubbard, but, she found no sign of him. “All clear.” a smile pulled her lips to the side as she tiptoed towards the door. “Where are you going to this early?” Hubbard asked, his voice coming from a distance. “Huh!” Elyria gasped, almost crashing on the floor. “Isn't it too early to step out?” Hubbard asked again, walking out of the dark. “Why did you put off the lights? You almost killed me.” she crinkled her face and spoke under her breath. “I've got an important meeting to attend. I'll be home soon.” she said, dragging her legs faster that they could carry her until she was out of sight. She had to do something about her marriage before it would get worse. Luis Mar
Elyria took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, standing behind the door that led to Luis Maria's apartment. She tossed her head downwards, fiddling with her fingers. The courage to ring the doorbell wasn't there, her failing marriage was too big of a burden to bear but she'd to do something about it. She then tossed her head up with a bit of courage. “This is for Everly.” she muttered under her breath, ringing the doorbell. “I'll get the door.” Arrietty said after serving Luis Maria a glass of red wine.She came into the Luis family after Luis Maria lost his wife, Karla, to cancer, since then, she'd spent the last decade serving the family. “Who are you?” Arrietty asked, the words seemed to drag themselves from her throat as her eyes swept up and down Elyria's body. Judging by her appearance, she figured Elyria must be one of her boss's business partners. “I seek an audience with your boss. Tell him Elyria is here.” “A moment, please.” Arrietty pleaded, shutting the door to deli
“Hey, are you okay?” Savannah asked, moving her computer chair closer to Jenkins'. He'd been sitting, standing, then sitting again. Savannah placed her palm on his forehead, his eyes appeared puffy. “Did you get any sleep at all?” “I don't know,” he said, turning to her. “I've …” he hesitated, weighing his words. “I've to pay back the loan within the next forty-eight hours.” “How much is it you want to pay back?” Savannah asked in the most curious of tone. “Forty thousand dollars.” the words flew from his mouth. “What!” Savannah yelped, her hands flying to her mouth. She swept her eyes up and down the office with a still posture. Fortunately, her co-workers hadn't noticed her sudden outburst, they were all buried in the screen of their computers. “That's too much.” she whispered. “Right?” he said, arching a quizzical brow. “Yes, it is.” the words seemed to drag themselves from her mouth. “But I'll speak to Everly about this. She might be of help.” “Will you?” he asked, wear
Johan's eyes brightened at his wristwatch while he laid on the couch like a log of wood. “Huh?” he gasped, jerking from the couch. It was exactly three in the afternoon. “How could I have slept this much?” he cogitated, fully aware he'd to be on air by four to report the news of the murder case. His somnolent eyes swept across the room. Suddenly, he grabbed his tie and briefcase as the thought of being queried by his boss who possessed a devil-may-care personality struck him. He pulled out a drawer, took out his apartment and car key, forced his legs into his shoes, fixed his shirt buttons as he paced towards the door. He angrily grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door of his apartment shut. His tie hung behind the upright collar of his blue shirt, whilst his briefcase was held under his armpit. He hastily thrust his fidgeting hand into the depth of his pocket, rescued his drowning key, and slid it into the lock. Lost in thoughts, he squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in
“Everly.” Savannah forced the name out of her throat, her voice was laced with emotions. She couldn't have shown how hurt she was, standing before Jenkins and staring into his cold eyes. The pain of being a girl who couldn't help her man engulfed her. “Hey, what's wrong?” Everly asked in the most concerned tone. Her eyes ran curiously while she held her arm. “You seem so serious.” Everly could easily tell that there was something wrong, she hadn't met Savannah in this shape before. Whatever the problem was, it needed an urgent solution. “Yes,” Savannah replied, wearing a tearful smile. “It's about Jenkins. He requires my help but,” She hesitated, her body collapsing on itself. “Is it okay to open up? What if she isn't able to help out?” she cogitated. Never wanting to bother Everly with matters of this magnitude. “But what?” Everly's eyes brightened at her word. “I fear I might not be of help to him.” she said, blinking back tears. “Keep calm. It's going to be alright.” Everly
Johan pressed a hand on his temple and bit his lips, while he kept the other hand on the steering. “Do you want to end up like her?” the words rang so loud in his ears. He hadn't been threatened his whole life. “Why this all of a sudden?” He fired the engine of his car, forcing his way through a crowd of people before bringing it to a halt in the parking lot. He quickly unstrapped his seat belt, picked up his briefcase and got down from his car. Meanwhile, he'd noticed a man standing before the full glass revolving door that let into Oritz, which happened to be the biggest television station in coven town. It was his boss, Naylor, his arms were folded defiantly across his chest as he continued to tap the tiled floor with his foot while he awaited Johan's arrival. Johan exhaled deeply, over the past few weeks Mr. Naylor had proven to be a thorn in the flesh. Many a time he often thought he was no different from the devil in hell. He adjusted his tie and paced further with a neat smil
The moon shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it an end to the night's activities. The sound of screeching tires could be heard in a distance as Johan brought his car to a halt outside his apartment. The smell of cigarette hit him as he pushed open the door of his car. He swept his eyes up and down his apartment with one arm on the door, the other on the car top, while his foot remained on the brake. There was no reason whatsoever for him to perceive the scent of a cigarette. More so, he was the only one staying in the apartment. Did someone visit? Or is it a ghost lurking around?, He cogitated. Unfortunately, there was no light bulb outside his apartment to brighten the environment. He head dived into his car, gripped his torch, then shut the door of his car as he slowly paced cautiously towards the backyard which happened to be ghost quiet, sniffing his nose as he held his torch firmly in like manner of a cop in the strategic weapons and tactics team.“Hello?” he said,
The just-risen sun shone softly on the city streets, bringing with it a flurry of early morning activity.“You may have your seat.” Darron said.“Thank you.” Graeme Clough replied, pulling a seat for himself.The sudden silent afterwards felt so awkward, it was their first time meeting each other yet, it felt like they've had a thing or two in the past. Graeme Clough flicked the arm of his chair with a finger as he kept Darron firmly in his gaze. He had figured Darron gave the order to drop the murder case of Edwin but by the look of things he only acted out as a puppet since the order to drop the case was too sudden so, who exactly was the master? Darron rubbed the sides of his mouth with his two fingers. “No bruises or injuries yet, confirmed dead?” his words tore through the silence as he arched a brow. Graeme Clough kept mute for some seconds as he gazed at the open window binds.“Ok, I get it” Darron said, automatically shutting the windows. “You can start talking, now!”“Is th