It had been quite hard to secure the same poison Mark had given Angela to use and when she finally laid her hands on it, she made her way instantly to Charles' house without being invited because she didn't want him to decline. She got to his home and was informed however that he wasn't around and she knew it would be the best opportunity. Angela walked to sit on a little sofa in front of another with a little table in between them. Then she dialed Charles' number and informed him that she was at his home and asked if he was around on purpose so he'd think she wasn't probably just arriving, and he had told her he was on his way."Please get me wine, two glasses and some fruits. Charles is on his way." She called out to the maid, holding her bag securely and the maid immediately went to carry out her order. "Here it is, ma'am." She said, after getting the things Angela asked for."Serve wine in both glasses. He should be here by now. I'll call him again." Angela said, picking up her
Vera hurried up to Charles' room, and a deep gasp of shock escaped her mouth as she met Charles lying lifelessly on the bathroom floor.“Oh, my goodness!” She screamed out, and then ran into the bathroom. “Come on, let's take him downstairs.” Vera urged, and both her and the maid carried Charles downstairs.As soon as they laid him down in the sitting room, Vera hurriedly took out her phone, and dialed a hospital's number for an ambulance.“Charles, Charles, can you hear me!” Vera called out to him and then checked out his pulse.He was still alive, but his pulse was weak, which meant that he was dying. Soon, an ambulance got to Charles’ house, and he was wheeled into the ambulance.Vera felt for him because this wasn't the first time he was poisoned, and his enemies were sort of getting to him too much.On getting to the hospital, they wheeled him into the emergency center, and both Vera and the maid waitied impatiently and in fear.Vera phoned James, and when James heard the news, he
"Tonight?” Angela asked, surprised it was happening rather quickly, but then, she thought again. It was actually for the best. Charles was no longer needed on the surface of the earth. He had exceeded his stay, and all he did was cause problems for her, and her mother. Her poison plan had failed woefully, so it was best another one replaced it, and it had better work out. She was about to ask for more details to be certain Charles would be finished off without failure and any more disappointments when her phone buzzed, and she, upon seeing the message, she stopped. She had totally forgotten all about an issue she was yet to fix. “Excuse me, mum.” She said to her mum, whose phone had begun to ring. “Sure.” Mrs. Penny replied, and picked her call. Angela left the living room to her room, and when she closed the door behind her, she stared at the text on her phone screen. Her heart began to pound and, for some reason, cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She sucked in a deep breath
“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