“Mark!” Angela screamed out, as her heart jumped into her throat. She couldn't even look down. If she took even the slightest step backwards, she was going to fall, and Mark himself might not be able to hold her up.Angela's chest fluttered like a crazy butterfly, and she felt so weak, so weak to the extent that she felt she was going to cry out loud, if he didn't pull her away.The furious wind didn't help matters, so instead Angela closed her eyes tight, and tried not to think of the numerous feet below.“How do you feel right now, Angela?” He asked, still holding her wrist, with a hand on her shoulder, not pushing her, and not pulling her. Just holding her there. “Mark, please… please. Let's… let's talk over there. Over there, away from the cliff.” She begged, sobbing with her eyes still closed.“I asked how you feel, Angela.” He insisted, giving a little push, and Angela screamed.“Scared! Damn it, I'm scared! I feel… I feel like my heart's going to burst, so please stop!” She sc
Charles watched Angela carefully. She was behaving strangely, although he couldn't pinpoint what it was that had her so restless. “How did I know it was wine? Wasn't it wine? I just thought wine would be effortless to poison because I also ate the fruits, so she couldn't have poisoned that.” She explained, staring at Charles with wild, unsettled eyes.“It might not have been wine. The doctors can't say, but they're guessing it was probably the food.” He told her, pushing off against the wall, and she nodded. “Oh, that's very true.” She replied, moving to go towards the door, and Charles followed her. “I just… I just hope you're okay now. I've checked on you, and… I guess I won't feel guilty anymore since I've finally come to check on you.” She continued, as she left Charles' house. “Why would you feel guilty?”“Why have you been attacking me with questions? Isn't it weird for you to get hurt, and I wouldn't even check on you? It's not like we're strangers or something.” She snapped
Charles was thrilled at the idea of having a new investment, and was instantly thrown into good spirits. When it was time for the meeting, he walked in confidently, while still keeping a humble appearance. Mr. Holmes was seated at a window seat in the restaurant they had agreed to meet. He stood up. He was quite the burly type with a wave of long hair, brushed to his right. Not only that, but he was fit, and had an intimidating aura, but age had begun to tell on him.To Charles, he looked to be in his early fifties, and his wealth was not to be spoken of lightly.“Finally, we meet.” Mr. Holmes said, in a deep, but cheerful voice, holding out his hand for a handshake, and Charles extended his, politely. “It is such a pleasure to meet with you, Mr. Holmes.” Charles remarked, as they sat. “I assure you, it is the same with me. I've been interested in your company for a while now, and I wondered why I was so interested, until I realized it was because I had to invest.” Mr. Holmes laug
The fear from the employees radiated, and bounced off the walls as they all watched the man on the floor, groaning on the floor, unable to help himself. He was bleeding seriously, but what could they do? It was obvious that if anyone moved to try to help him, they would get shot too. Even the waiters, and waitresses had all stopped, watching everything in fear.“I asked who's next!?” The man screamed, and shivers ran through them. Like a vibrating engine, their bodies shook as their thoughts ran wild, thinking of the things that could possibly happen to them.Vera, who had heard the shot from the restroom where she was, stopped, and turned around. She knew it had to be a gunshot, or was there any other thing that could sound that way? Did they have a balloon at the party? No, a balloon couldn't be as loud, and pronounced as that.Seeing there was no other way to know than to find out, Vera took off her heels, and walked towards the door.She pulled it open softly, and exited the re
Angela ought to feel rest-assured, and calm. Instead, she couldn't explain the nervous feeling that had come over her. She sat on her bed, knees to her chest, and her phone in her hands, waiting until she'd see the news that Charles had passed away in a restaurant where some robbers had raided.Everything about it was wrong. Although her mother had told her to keep calm, she just couldn't. She had asked how things were going, and her mother had told her the men were on their way to ambush Charles at a restaurant he reserved for a company dinner. Why would they attack him at a company dinner? Did they intend to kill others too? What if one of them managed to call the cops. She had tried to warn her mother, and ask them to pull back, but Mrs. Penny had told her they were professionals, and would kill Charles immediately he was identified. That did not put Angela at rest. Charles was just too good at surviving. What if he pretended to fall dead? What if he manage to blend among the p
Vera stopped in shock. Did Charles just get shot?James let out a loud cry, and bent to Charles, pressing a palm on his bleeding shoulder where the bullet had gone through. Charles groaned in pain, squeezing his face, and turning from his left to his right, and back, as a result of the excruciating pain he felt at the moment.Vera pushed herself up to her feet, and ran blindly to Charles with tears on her face. "Charles!" She called, and the sound of her voice seemed to add even more pain."Keep Quiet!" James snapped, and swept his hand in the direction of the injured people. "Just… call the ambulance now. I'll rush Charles, and whatever number of people I can take to tie hospital now." He instructed, and with one last look at Charles, Vera left to help the other people.She dialed the emergency number for the hospital, and reported the case.By then, James had already lifted Charles halfway across the restaurant. Vera picked up a lady shot in the belly carefully, and together they
Charles knew Mrs. Penny was desperate to show him she was stronger, and better than him, but he hadn't thought she could go to such an extent just because of money.He couldn't help thinking of how close he had been to his enemy, and how dangerous they were. Although those men were definitely not professionals, they were still assassins. Because if they were professionals, they wouldn't have wasted all that time, talking, and doing other unnecessary things. Nor would they hurt other people. "Wow. Who knew Mrs. Penny could…" Vera was saying, still shocked at the news."She must be arrested for this. She will spend years in prison. How could she attempt to kill a person? What if she had succeeded?" James also found it hard to believe that Mrs. Penny could really go to such an extent."We should be happy we survived. If we hadn't, we'd be in a huge problem by now." Vera admitted, looking like a balloon sucking in an air of anger. "Do you think Angela was in on this?" She suddenly aske
"You can't bring my daughter in here." Mrs. Penny protested immediately. "You have no right. You can't." "Why do you think I can't? Of course I can easily start investigating her, and who knows, I might just find something interesting." The detective said, and Mrs. Penny glared at him."You'll never find anything interesting. However, if you feel you have so much time on your hands, I'll be more than glad to let you know you can start a full investigation on her."She knew he couldn't do it, but was just threatening her because she was being rude and difficult."Oh sure. I'll be kind enough to put her in the same cell with you." He replied, and she gave him a smile.After all, Angela was clean and had nothing dirty on her hands, so he could search all he wanted.The detective gave Mrs. Penny a dirty look before he exited the investigation room, However, when he had left Mrs. Penny's facade went tumbling down. She had not expected things to turn out the way they had, and had not plann