"Is he not picking?" James asked, looking terrified, and Charles continued to dial Longman's number frantically, in hopes that he might pick up the call, even though he knew it had to be deliberate that he wasn't picking up."Let me call him. He might pick it if it's from an unknown number." Amelia suggested, tapping her pockets furiously for her phone. She found it, and Charles went to her. He called out Longman's number, and she dialed it immediately; it began to ring.It was too hard to wait, with James' arm still beeping hard.Vera turned, and made towards the door."Where are you going?" Charles asked."To Longman's crazy office! How can I sit back?" She asked, with her nostrils flaring, but just as she was about to step out the door, the beeping slowed, and eventually came to a halt."Is it… is it fine now?" Vera asked, going towards Charles, and Amelia ran to him, crying, as she wrapped her arms around him. Then, Charles' phone rang. It was Longman."Son of a bitch!" Charles c
Charles stared at the message with a sigh, and recalled James, who was still in his bed. His arm was healing beautifully, but of course, he had to be careful. They didn't know how sensitive Longman's bomb was.Charles sighed, leaning back in his chair, and closed his eyes. "Is there anything troubling you?" Vera asked, finally looking up from her laptop."Just everything." Charles replied, with his eyes still closed. "I wish we could sue him." She said, with Longman in mind. "James who loves to go around, and do lots of things, is forced to stay in bed, where there are lesser risks of anything unfortunate happening. I can only imagine how hard it will be for him, and how boring, too. Everyone else goes to work, but he's stuck there." Vera lamented, staring into blank space. "I know, right. I'd have loved for him to walk around, but I'm scared of the bomb in his arm. What if he accidentally falls? Hits his arm on something? Those are absurd thoughts, but what can I say? They're bor
Charles wondered why he had to be faced with this kind of difficult situation. It was enough that he was going through things that could give one a migraine and now the system just had to be one of them.Charles placed his index finger on his philtrum while his thumb rested on his chin as he thought critically one who could be the best person to donate money to.“I guess I have no other choice than to pick before it’s too late.” He thought to himself, then turned to the nurse.“Alright, I know who I’m going to be making payment for. The man who has lung cancer can have my help.” Charles said to her and she nodded her head.“Please this way.” She gestured her hand to lead Charles to where he would make payments and documents he needed to sign.Charles had picked the man who was in his last stages of cancer because there was still a chance he could live beyond tomorrow, rather than the ones that it could turn out too late to save them.Thankfully, the man only had 500 million dollars le
Charles decided to go to bed, as it was getting late, and he had a journey the next day. He was worried about James, as it was obvious he was feeling lonely just as Vera had suggested.Indeed James liked to be everywhere, working, and doing his job. It must have been tiring for him to sit around on the bed all day. Even during the meal they had that evening, Charles had been scared, as he watched James move his arm continuously to feed himself. He knew bombs didn't just go off like that, but it was probably because James was someone he cherished, and didn't want to lose. Taking off his clothes, he walked into the shower, and stayed under the water for a long time. The water patted his head softly, warmly, and trickled down his back, and face. He had a lot on his mind, but thankfully, he had a little cause to be relieved, and the major reason for his relief was the fact that he had successfully completed the first task.After a long shower in which he had turned thoughts over and ov
Charles’ eyes widened, as he could see an inevitable accident occurring. Vera screamed, and hid her head in her hands.The driver tried with all his might to turn the car away from the road, and he succeeded, but not without the car suffering damage. The twirling car hit the back bumper of the car, while the front bumper hit the pavement on the road.Vera and Charles were pushed forward by the impact, but due to the seatbelt, they suffered no injuries. There was a lot of smoke on the street, and when the destruction finally stopped, everywhere elapsed into silence.“Are you okay?” Charles asked Vera, breathing hard. “Y…yes. You?” She asked breathily, raising her head from the solace of her hands where she had hidden them.“Sir, Ma’am, are you…?” The driver who had been staring at the destroyed cars on the road began to ask.“We’re fine.” Both Vera and Charles replied. Little by little, the people began to get annoyed at the woman who had caused everything. From the distance, Char
Charles stared at the man, who didn't take his eyes off Vera, and felt uncomfortable. The both of them had barged in on their table, but of course, they were not to blame. The cafeteria was full.The man had a kind of dark aura around him."So…who's this?" He asked Layla, and she placed an arm around him. "He's my cousin. He's odd right? Well, that's how he always is. Don't you worry about him. Introduce yourself, Kent." Layla said, with a wide smile.Charles looked at her weirdly. She'd already introduced him. The both of them were weird, and smelled strongly of apples. If they told him they ran an apple farm, he would believe them instantly."I'm Kent." He replied, in a deep voice, and Charles and Vera gave little smiles."So, Layla…" Vera began, when the table seemed silent."Kent, get us toast and tea, too. I'm hungry again." Layla said, and Kent got up slowly. Charles looked around and sighed. The cafeteria was packed. If he'd known, he'd have just eaten at the dining table in
"She might have gone somewhere. That is what everyone is telling him, but he refuses to listen." A lady said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Of course, she's an adult. She can go wherever she wants to." Another said."Why getting all worked up? Where else does she want to go without you?" A woman pouring cereals into a bowl said, looking at him like he was being a baby. The man clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and began to take in deep breaths. He looked like he was trying to control his anger, and be calm just like they wanted him to be. "First off, she never goes anywhere without telling me. Since we've been married for the last three years, she's never gone anywhere without telling me. Even when she's going to work, or going to see a friend down the road, or a neighbour in the next house, she informs me. If she can't, then she calls, but look at this…" he explained, with his voice still shaking in anger. Everyone followed him, and he pointed to the fridge where a slippe
"Did you hear that?" Charles asked, and the both of them waited, with their eyes wide open, and ears alert, in case the scream came again."I definitely heard someone scream." Vera said, still listening in."And it was a lady." Charles said."Yeah, it's definitely Sarah." Vera added, and they both left the room. Everyone else seemed to have struggled to put on clothes, so they could make it to the living room."Did you all hear that?" Layla asked, looking around. "Also, I can't find my cousin. Do you think he was also…?" She was asking, but just then, the door opened, and Kent walked in. He looked at everyone from face to face, and observed something had gone wrong."Is there a problem?" He asked, still looking at them warily. "We heard someone scream." Someone replied."Sarah?" He asked."It was definitely Sarah. I know her voice more than myself." Sarah's husband said, as he paced around."Does anyone think they can figure out where the sound came from?" The pregnant woman asked.