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Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Pizza Delivery.
“Pizza?” Sandra asked. Nora nodded. “Yeah, pizza,” she replied. “Who needs pizza, when I made breakfast?” Sandra said, pointing out the no need for pizza. Nora sighed. “Sandra, I need pizza,” Nora repeated, with low soft tone, as she sat faint on the couch, with an uneasy look on her face. “Wait? I don’t get, you need like……. Pizza, to eat or just don’t like my cooking?” Sandra asked, anyone could tell Sandra was getting pissed gradually. “It’s not about pizza!” Nora said out loud, there was silence. “Then it’s about what? Tell me!” Sandra questioned. Nora sighed. “Nora, what happened today?” Sandra asked, she knew Nora request was strange with can only be caused by something she saw. “I saw him,” Nora blunted out. Sandra gave her a quizzical look. “Eric?”Nora heart skipped. “Yes… I mean no, not really, sorry not in this context,”. Nora looked away. “So who is it?” Sandra asked. Nora exhaled. She reached into her pocket, and searched for something. Sandra was filled with
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Pizza guy.
Nora’s breath hitched. Sandra dropped the phone and it landed away on the cushion of the couch making a small ‘thud’ sound. There was silence. “Is that?” Nora asked. Sandra and Nora locked eyes. The knock came again. “Pizza delivery!” The voice repeated. Nora swallowed hard. “Sandra…” she whispered. Sandra didn’t respond. She had already risen from her chair and was edging her way towards the door. Nora grabbed her wrist. “Wait.” Nora was in fear, heart skipped. Sandra turned, raising an eyebrow. “Wait for what?” “I don’t know,” Nora admitted. Her heart was pounding. “What if it’s him?” “What if it’s isn’t him?” Sandra asked. Sandra smirked. “So, then that is what you wanted?” Nora couldn’t answer. This urge welled up inside of her to go and open the door and see. But another part of her that part from which the mystery had never really receded, no matter how distant she got screamed at her to watch it. Nora gave sandra a nod, giving her the good ahead. San
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Note.
Chill ran down the spine of Nora, as she stood in shock. Nora, shakingly held tightly onto a piece of paper which she had folded. Her staggered breath matched the loud rhythm of her racing heart which produced a thunderous noise through the vacant living room space. "You’re running out of time." She read the note again. Her throat went dry. This was no coincidence. No accident. The sender of these warning messages had no plans of stopping their intimidation of her. Nora was speechless. A strong grip formed around the paper when she shifted her eyes toward the empty living room. Sandra left the house quickly before Nora could finish her words while expressing her angry disapproval. Nora's worries appeared foolish to Sandra because they lacked any practicability. But now Nora knew she wasn’t crazy or delusional. But Nora realized she knew better. She felt it. “This was real.” Nora muttered, her eyes glanced at the note again. She leaped from the couch's seat without tak
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Dilemma of Emotions.
Lisa’s breath hitched. Lisa turned her head slowly, towards the door, and saw Eric, while Oliver was still on the line. Eric carried roses and looking at her, holding a mix of nervousness and strong will. She wasn’t ready for this. Not now. Not after Oliver’s bombshell. “Hello?” Oliver called, he was still on the phone. Lisa’s grip on her phone grew firmer. She did not hear Eric say her name before, he walked in, she was focused stayed fixed on her own thoughts. "Lisa?" The powerful beats of Lisa's heart covered up Oliver's attempt to speak on the phone. “Lisa, it’s me. Why are you looking shock?.” Eric spoke softly but his real concern came through the words. Her mind spun. This was too much. Through a deep intake of air she managed to control her feelings. Lisa quickly ended the call. “Hey…… hey! Eric! You are back,” Lisa said. She did not take note of his gifts. She placed the phone down and placed it upside down, fear written all over her face. She hesitated
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Fractured Promises.
Lisa was on the phone with Oliver once more, after promising not to. “Oliver, this is not a good time,” Lisa whispered into the phone speakers, and kept turning back to check if Eric was nearby. “What do you mean, by it is not a good time?” Oliver asked confusely over the phone. Lisa delayed in her response, “not now, I will call you later,” Lisa muttered. “What?” Oliver blunted. Lisa ended the call. Oliver stared at his phone confused. Lisa quickly stuck the phone in between her clothes, she exhaled, wiped off her eyes. “Isn’t this what I wanted? To leave Eric for good?” Lisa questioned herself, her heartbeat was still at a fast paste, even though she tried to calm down. “Yeah, my time is come, my wishes are now coming through,” Lisa said within herself. She nodded gently, as she came to her realization of her wishes are about to come to pass. “No need…… there is no need to be afraid, I just need to play the last card, before the game ends,” Lisa muttered within herself.
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Night of Lies.
Lisa stepped out of the house, that evening, fully dressed. Eric watched her leave. He stood by the window from his room, and watched Lisa trek into the night, clueless of her direction. His heart was heavy, his mouth couldn’t speak. Lisa figured vanished before his eyes as he watched her from above. As Lisa trekked through the night, she turned to check if she was out of sight, and she was. Lisa brought out her phone and called Oliver. The phone rings. The line connected. “Hello Oliver?” Lisa said. “Lisa what’s going on?” Oliver asked over the phone. “Oliver……. Oliver I can explain,” Lisa started. “Okay, go on….,” Oliver muttered. Lisa exhaled, she looked around and it was dark and it wasn’t safe. “Can you speak in person, like physically?”. She requested. “Yeah, I am around the corner, just walk down,” Oliver said. Lisa quickly ended the call, before Oliver could say another word. The night breeze touched Lisa's skin while she stepped along the poorly lit streets. O
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss Edge of Deceit
Nora couldn’t believe her eyes. The car zoomed off immediately, without remorse or concern of what it did to her clothes. Nora stood there speechless. She wiped of the water of her face. Nora walked into her workplace drenched in water, so as everything that isn’t under shelter during the rain. Mr. Thompson sights her from the door, because of the little bell at the top of the door that rings when someone opens it. Nora managed to get to the back, for a change of clothes. “Late again, huh?” Mr. Thompson asked. Nora didn’t respond. “If you continue like this, I will get you fired,” Mr. Thompson said, pointing his fingers at her. He walked away. Nora sighed. She mimicked him sarcastically, and laughed. Nora exhaled in relief. The words from the greasy, rumpled, pizza note, replayed in her mind. “You are running out time……,” the note said. Nora thought about it, as looked herself in the mirror. Mia put on her name tag of her work uniform. Sandra’s words repeated in her
Secretly The Nrillionaire Boss The Tightrope Wobbles
Lisa woke up and her body was tangled in Oliver’s sheets. A ray of early morning sunlight cut through the shadows which once made the night feel safe, cutting through half closed blinds. Nothing was hidden in the daylight. She yawns. As she sat up, her heart thumping, she held the sheets to her chest. He stirred next to her and his arm lay lazily over her waist. Gently lifting it off of her, she hesitated before sliding out of bed. Oliver mumbled some words, but Lisa couldn’t hear them. Lisa exhaled memories from last night, replayed in her head. She chuckled, and but a lips seductive, as she remembered the night she had with Oliver. Lisa turned to the clock, it was 6:30am. Lisa turned to Oliver and muttered. “Soon,”. Lisa quickly remembered an incident from last night, when Oliver drove passed a street during the night. Lisa could remember that they splashed water on someone, and she realized it was Nora. Lisa heart beat. She quickly got her things. Oliver the sound her
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The Game of Mask.
Nora stood motionless under the streetlamp feeling the night's chill still in her bones, as she sat in bench, in the park, while her thoughts ran wild with the strange man's words. “I worked for Eric’s father.” The words of that sentence played continuous refrains in her thoughts. The shaking photograph which she held provided concrete evidence that he was telling the truth. The proof uncovered that Eric's existence was involved in profound frightening secrets she never suspected. And yet, he had vanished. Just like that. Her legs remained paralyzed because she wished to chase him for more explanations. She remained unmoving while seating at the park center because a single searing question hammered through her mind. Eric needed to know about the information that someone was concealing from his knowledge. The process of concealment left her puzzled about what motives drove everyone to secrecy. Eric woke up when the feeble sunlight passed through the bedroom blinds. Th
The Warning.
Nora thought hard but her mind was spinning while doubts and suspicion took over. What she heard from him stayed in her mind because he revealed, "I used to work for Eric's father.". Who was this man? He wanted Nora far from Eric because of an unknown reason. Despite the chilly nighttime temperature she continued to grow more upset. She desired authentic details about her situation rather than receiving further vague guidelines. He resisted her every attempt for information. She yearned to discover the truth because he did not stop her inquiries. The man gripped his coat pockets and appeared ready to defend himself physically. Nora saw through his protective expression to sense what he tried to hide beneath. Regret? Fear? She couldn’t tell. She held the question firm as she asked it one more time because she would not accept silence any longer. “What does that mean? What were you to him?” He looked away from her and toward the horizon with a small movement of his head
Buried Truths.
Nora was furious The man turned to leave. As Nora looked at the stranger turn away his figure vanished into the changing shadows of the park ward. She should have let him go. She should have chosen to depart on her own. An instinctive part of Nora pushed her to interrupt to ask him to stop. “Wait!” Her voice emerged as intense but trembling cries. The man halted mid-step. For a moment, he didn’t turn. He kept his back toward her as his stiff posture revealed his strong emotions. Nora put self-respect aside to take control of her emotions. She repeated herself askingly this time. “I need answers.” “Okay? I…. I’m just having a bad day,” Nira said. A heavy silence followed. Then, slowly, he turned. His gaze explored her face to figure out some idea his behavior did not express. After considering, Nora put the pepper spray back into her handbag. A silent truce. The man took her signal to proceed. From his starting position he walked forward one step before ind
SHADOWS AND WARNINGS.
Nora's intense bodily shudder which gripped her from the base of her neck. Nora remained motionless at Central Park while her heartbeat produced such strong auditory signals that she could hear it thumping. The dim electric lights above shifted and created ghastly silhouettes that highlighted empty spaces. By the dim light the man standing in the dark stayed outside its reach while his features dissolved into the night. Nora felt a strong internal voice telling her to flee for safety. The chill in her fingers caused her to slowly retreat from the scene. Nora turned slowly to the direction of the voice. “Who….. who… is there?” She asked. The figure didn’t answer. The figure proceeded with a methodical single step towards her. Nora’s pulse jumped. “Don’t take another step!” She ordered him to halt with a loud voice while standing alone in the deserted park. The man held his position because the darkness covered his facial details. Nora panted heavily while she tried t
The Meet Up.
When Nora looked at her phone's text a sudden wave of fear flowed to her body. “Meet me at Central Park at 11 PM for a meeting by yourself. Alone.” She read the message again. “Pizza Guy.” The name rang in her head. Flashback of events played in her mind, from mysterious men, to the strange delivery. Her stomach twisted. She did not hear that name again after many days except for those unsettling incidents. This couldn’t be real. It shouldn’t be real. Yet, there it was. The text in front of her demanded she trust its contents as she stared at her phone screen. A sudden deep inhalation pulled her from her thoughts. The text shocked both her and Sandra and we stopped what we were doing. Sandra reached for Nora’s phone. The sudden motion of Sandra taking her phone made Nora freeze. Sandra opened the text, and read it. Again. Sandra scrunched her eyebrows and her face turned strange as she tried to grasp what the text message said. “This is the Pizza Guy?” Nora swall
The Text.
Nora sat in the small café by a window that showed the dim light of a streetlamp shining through. She tapped her fingers on the table while her cell phone stayed flat face up without any light. She waited. No response. The message had been delivered. The call had gone through. But Eric wasn’t answering. Nora released a deep breath as she studied Sandra who stirred her coffee mindlessly while watching Nora intently. Sandra exhaled, breaking the silence. Sandra cut off her third spoonful with her words preparing Nora for her response. “Maybe he’s just busy.” She muttered. Nora shook her head. “No. Something’s wrong.” Sandra arched an eyebrow. “The fact he isn't responding to your text message alone feels wrong to you” Nora kept pushing with her response. “After I made my initial phone call he answered but seemed agitated during our conversation. He looked ready to share information, ready to hear what I’m about to say but our conversation ended before he could start.”
Perfect Distraction.
Eric was lost in thoughts. Eric accessed his valuables from an edge of his bed while holding the phone tightly in hand. His thoughts moved in chaotic patterns around the same points trying to interpret Nora's mysterious warning. Lisa presents different characteristics to those people who know her. Nora spoke with an immediate sense of desperation during that call. The phone call abruptly ended after she spoke her words. The moment Eric let out his breath his phone grip intensified. His unsettled mind suffered from confusion as the doubt started consuming him. During the past few days he noticed Lisa remained unperturbed about Oliver and effortlessly disregarded significant events along with showing constant cheerfulness about Oliver's wedding plans. Such insensitivity bewildered him. Nora's alarm during their phone call seemed impressive to me at that moment. Eric’s heart pounded. He needed answers. Now. The call button released a low buzz beneath his thumb which positio
Concealed intentions.
Eric Leaves the Rodriguez MansionAs Eric left the Rodriguez home his brain swirled with confusion from Mrs. Rodriguez's shock news.“Oliver is getting married.” He thought. “To who?” He asked within himself. The question gnawed at him. He blocked the idea from entering his thoughts. Since Lisa may have permanently departed from Oliver. The relationship between Oliver and his partner showed no signs of continuation.“And if that’s the case… Lisa will suffer heavy emotional pain when she discovers this news.” Eric proclaimed in his heart. He sighed. He falsely claimed she was based with Oliver and dishonest with him. But what if she wasn’t lying? He would be left with no valid reason to have rejected her.He took out his phone to check a missed call but chose to let it go unanswered. He had an urgent duty to perform.He needed to apologize.During his train journey he made up his mind to resolve their problemsIn the speeding train Eric took his place next to the window to watch as
Echoes of Lies.
Oliver exited his father’s office, the corners of his lips curving up with satisfaction. Victory felt good, but good felt even better when it was wrested from a man like Antonio Rodriguez. His father had spoken for him. Lisa would be his. Not that she had a lot of option left. As he fiddled with his cufflinks, rolling his shoulders with admiration of himself, he walked out of the room, only to run straight into……..Mrs. Rodriguez. His mother. She stood there in her neat navy dress, her dark, glistening eyes making him feel analyze him silently. Oliver's smirk sagged only for an instant before he smoothed it out again. “Mother,” he said smoothly. Mrs. Rodriguez arched a brow. “You seem quite smug, Oliver. Should I be concerned?” Oliver chuckled. “Not at all. Just had a good chat with Father.” Her expression didn’t change. “Must be that happy look on your mug?” Oliver stuffed his hands into his pockets and tilted his head. “I have his approval.” “Really?” She e
