Nicholas dressed in a black suit,He held his umbrella as the priest said the final rites for Juanita. They were just a few mourners. Mal and Lindsay stood besides him too,monitoring his every mood.The priest sang some hymns as finally the mourners dispersed.Nicholas dropped the bouquet on her grave side.”Let pure love and uniqueness guide you home” He says.“Iʼm sorry for the loss” He said turning to Mr Jang Shin.“She was a good girl that did nothing but good,” Jang began sniffing. “ And she took the wrong turn, so it's nobody's fault”. He concluded by wiping tears away from his eyes as he sobs into his handkerchief. “She didnʼt deserve to die! My Juanita didnʼt deserve to die” He cried, shaken by pain.“I totally understand and I'm sorry for dragging her into my mess” Nicholas apologised, his voice cracked a bit. “Iʼm available if thereʼs anything youʼll be needing”. Nicholas said leaving Mr Shin,his eyes had a thin shed of red.Nicholas felt a
Bob Fisher opened his eyes gradually as they adjusted to the light.He tried to use his right hand to shield his eyes from the brightness but they were cuffed as he raised his left hand he felt a sting from the needle. “ Ouch!” He exclaimed, frowning. He raises them carefully this time as he tries to sit upright. “ Welcome back Mr Fisher.” The doctor said "holding a chart in hand." You've been sleeping for a while now, Thank God you made it" The doctor says smiling warmly. “How are you feeling?” He asked further. “Tired,” Bob said, using his left hand to feel his neck wound. “Any pain?” The doctor asks as he observes Bob and scribbles some notes on his chart. “Yes, My head hurts,” Bob said, relaxing his back a bit. “I'll ask the nurse to induce some extra painkillers,” The doctor says. “Youʼll be fit in two days, hopefully” He concludes putting his pen away. Bob knew that he wasnʼt safe outside the prison walls at least not yet. He was yet to figure out a plan to escape the loa
Nicholas sat fiddling with his ball point pen as Lindsay sat in front of him sorting some files as she itched with curiosity and finally asked. “So_you met with Maya Shay?” She asked, still going through the documents vaguely as she peered at the absent minded Nicholas.“Hmmhmm” He responded. “ Iʼm yet to get her response,” He says, frowning.“Sheʼll come around” Lindsay says as she continues with the documents she held in her hands.“Howʼs Mr Jang?” He asked, turning to face his table as he picked some of the documents Lindsay arranged in a neat stack.“Heʼs fine, we sent him some supplies but he complained of having nightmares" Lindsay responded. “Do you think we should pay Maya Shay a visit?” She asked, looking at him.“No!” Nicholas said in a calm but authoritative manner. “She should come to me, I'll wait patiently” He says, raising his head to look Lindsay in the eyes.“Okay,” Lindsay says, giving in as she continues to arrange the documents .All she wanted was for Nicholas to
Nicholas woke up with a serious banging sensation as he made to get up from his bed, he noticed he was still dressed in the attire he wore the previous night. He stared at his feet but he had no shoes on, just his socks. Nicholas sits up as he heaved a sigh of relief while strolling into the bathroom. He couldnʼt see clearly as he splashed water on his face calling himself to consciousness. He took a long look at the mirror brushing his messy hair to lay neatly. He moved to his kitchen and brought out a bowl pouring the contents of the Cereal box into it as he added some milk and settled down to eat. He almost choked out of shock to see Mal and Lindsay all dressed up staring at him. “What the?!” He exclaimed. “ How did you get into my apartment?” He asked, still eating from his plate. "And why are you staring like that!" He asked both Lindsay and Mal. “You granted us access last night, How much did you take?” Mal asked, rolling his eyes at him. "That you can't remember anything yo
Nicholas felt a lump in his throat as he looked himself over. The royal blue tuxedo he wore sat elegantly on his well built masculine stature.He had his doubts about tonightʼs invitation but he got dressed anyway. He walks out of his room to meet Lindsay.Lindsay smiles at him excitedly. She held two masks. She wore an Emerald green dress with floral embroidery at the tail.“Are you ready Mr Nicholas?” She asked, smiling. “Do I look like I have a choice?” He asked, smiling at Lindsay.“Alright Letʼs Get this baby rolling”. She said, referring to the car. Nicholas couldnʼt help but laugh. She had her way of spicing things up.They drove to the gallery where the show was hosted. Nicholas put on his mask and so did Lindsay.The Host,a beautiful young lady making waves in the business world showcased her art. Greg Jessica, wore a white gown that displayed her slender figure and a matching heel with the most fascinating mask. She was an artist after all.Greg Jessica gave a brief history
Nicholas picked a mug wearing a loose track suit and a t-shirt that hugged his body. He brushed his hair backwards while pouring hot water into the content of the mug.His doorbell rang as he held his mug strolling to the door he checked through an electronic monitor to see Lindsay he unlocked the door using a code.“Lindsay itʼs Saturday, could you free me of my misery!!” He said falling into his couch as he sips his coffee.“I hate my job too, Good morning Mr Nicholas” She says frowning.“Get a man and go on a date with Lindsay itʼs Saturday!” Nicholas says, teasing her."Yeah it will be possible if you stop creating so much news!” Lindsay says. “Are you flirting or you're real?”“Flirting? With you?!” He asked, surprised and confused.“Seriously?!” She says, raising her brows. “Have you checked your Insta!” She says punching her tab as she scrolls through it.“What? Is there something I should know?” Nicholas said calmly."Here” Lindsay said, showing him pictures of Jessica and hims
"Everybody take a seat," Sam said, trying to calm the atmosphere. "I'm Sam Wesson, your number one intelligent agent; let's go through the formalities and introduction," he began."Let's skip the formalities," Damian said, still holding Jessica like Nicholas would steal her away."Okay, then I'll need three days!" Sam is scribbling some notes. "I'll have all you need.".Damian and Jessica walked out arguing, his masculine voice overshadowing hers. She seemed sad, and he didn't seem to care how much it affected her. He was calm before, and on seeing Nicholas, he flared up. Was he feeling threatened because he's black and Nicholas is white?Nicholas didn't want to intrude, so he quietly walked to where his car was parked and drove off.Nicholas walked into the restaurant where he would meet with Jessica, her fiance, and Sam, as agreed. They waited for Damian to arrive, and for some reason he was acting up."Okay, what I'm about to show you may never leave any of you the same, especially
Lindsay walks out of her bedroom, walking towards the front door, as she puts her hair into a bun. She wore a shirt and track pants. Lindsay wasn't the big house type, but the furnishings? expensive!.“Alexia? Turn on the white lights." She said as she put in a code and opened the door to receive Mal.“So you sounded bothered,” she said, moving to the kitchen area as Mal settled on a couch. “Beer or wine?” She asked.“Beer please”. He says he is using his hands to cover his face. Lindsay brought two bottles of beer and two plates of finely cooked steak with lemons.“Could you give me a hand here?” She asked about having difficulties while holding the items. “Yeah, thanks," she says, impressed."Lindsay, you're a darling,” Mal said, eating his steak. “Did you always have this cooked?” He asked, still eating.“I leave some in my oven; for days I work overnight,” she said, eating too.“I haven't heard from Nicholas,” Mal said, sipping his beer after clearing his throat. “Unlike him, his