Erika banks had bad enough of all the insults. She was tired of it already. Now her phone was ringing again with her aunty calling her.“Why is she calling now? As if I don't know.” she sighed. “well let's just pick it up and see then,” she muttered to herself.Her day had gotten a lot better when she had asked that the award night should get delayed. Heck she was in no position to even talk or smile at anyone. And then there was the issue of her friend, Miranda. She was not in the mood to put up with her drama.“Hello aunty,” she picked up at last. “So what's up. Why have you called?” she asked.“Well, is it true? That you let some girl go around and take away your position with Tim household? How can you let that happen? I always knew you were a softie but I just never knew it was to this extent!” the lady added almost like a bark to the end that made Erika flinch.“Hey sister, I understand how worried you are for me. But I promise you that that everything will be settled just fine.
“What? That's …” Laura paused.“What? I heard your story now. Are you really a slave based on the story I hear? Ha.” she smirked.“Well no of course not. I was only doing this to meet with you. Come on, I've left your husband already. What more do you want?” She said pouting and acting like a child.Of course it didn't seem to work on Erika.“I want to have a conversation with that man. Put in good words for me and then I'll consider your request. Alone, I'd like to have a word with him alone without you or that pretty lady beside him.” she added again, then walked away.Dustin and Alara walked over to meet her. “So what did she say?” asked Dustin.“from the look on her face, it didn't look like things went well.” Alara said.“I don't even understand what just happened. She said she would like to have a word with you.” Laura said at last, looking at Dustin with doubt.Somehow, he didn't act or look surprised. Instead he only said, “when? Now?” and Laura nodded. Then be told them he wo
People didn't use any invitation card. They just mentioned who they were with or who they were going to meet. And the guards would let them.in at once.He too walked forward and met with them. “Hello sir, who are you going in to meet?” he was asked by one of the men there.“Erika banks.” He said and the man looked stunned. He had to take a moment to look at Dustin again. He could see that Dustin was well dressed and all, but still, what if he was just lying.“Can you verify this?” he asked not wanting to sound rude although his voice couldn't contain the rudeness that came with it.“Aren't you the one who is going to confirm this?” Dustin asked and frowned at the man. “Why must you all go around judging people every every chance you get ? You have the list with you can't you just verify from your own end like you have been doing before?”The man laughed out loud. He had met people like Dustin, always going all around pretending to be rich and all. “Well unfortunately, I would not like
"This chocolate heart hasn't once melted because the world has been so cold; yet here you come with the warmth of spring and I feel the softening." Laura said as she made her way over to Dustin. He was still dazed a bit that she was around."What are you talking about?" he frowned at her."In mathematics, when we have functions with limits and we define our terms. Philosophical statements require such things for the same reasons as math. For instance, common words such as "love" have many meanings to many people. Additionally "love" comes in many forms, from the interpersonal, to community and global levels. Without this precision, a simple statement can be used in opposing arguments, thus confusing rather than elucidating the human reasoning.""And If I ever cross my heart... if I ever betray my heart and anger it... then I hope to die. For in this life my heart is my pure heaven-ward guide. To those I love, to the world I love, to my true life mission and path... I must be faithful,
Dustin remembered his past. It was about five years ago now and he still remembered like it was only yesterday. He was still going by the band Ryan then. He was tired. He'd been working nonstop all day. His stomach grumbled from hunger, since he hadn't even eaten all day!If he took out of his pay for the day, he would be about 10$ short, and he needed to save money to get Laura, his girlfriend a gift. She'd been asking for a necklace since forever, and he wasn't about to use his poverty as an excuse for him not to be able to take care of his lover."Here you go!" A fat man who was studying his cup of wine at the moment yelled out as he threw an envelope down on the floor. Ryan was a bit ashamed his boss had embarrassed him in the presence of everyone like that, but he said nothing and picked up the envelope. Quickly, he tore it open to check how much his boss had paid him this time.He had three jobs, but at the moment, he was doing his second job of the day at a busy restaurant.
Conor had been asking where Dustin was that night. “Hey Vincent, am I right?” He said, waiting for the big guy to nudge him a nod. When he got his reply, he asked again, “have you seen Dustin? He has been literally no where to be found. I've asked everyone for him but they just dunno where he is.” He said, feeling desperate and frustrated at the same time.“Come with me, man. It's just that, he said be wanted to be alone.” Vincent said. “I mean I'm sure that what I'm doing right now would make Dustin literally tear me into pieces. But okay, let's go. Follow me now.” He said as he led him straight towards the hotel. There was a private way there that would just about hide Dustin from anyone if he wanted it even for ten days straight.“No one would even find him here. Wow that's crazy.” Conor said excitedly. He wondered why Dustin was no where to be found. Or why he wanted to be alone in the first place, but he said nothing to Vincent and only followed.If I ever give up on your love th
Laura fumbles the little white pill, her mind already clamouring for the pain relief to come. It isn't that her suffering is acute, more that it never leaves her unless she sleeps. Those pills are little trap doors into moments of bliss, a few hours of tranquility. Once she is at peace she takes her tea, her afternoon cake - her pleasures without them being tainted by pain. She needed to stop thinking about the night before.A beautiful woman has a beautiful soul. However she appears in her youth, it is the soul that will show in her every feature as she ages. The sweet hearted are all the beauty in this world, they are the sunshine, the rain and the good earth."It's that you care so very much about others that makes you so beautiful to me. That you see my beauty, that you show how special I am to you, that's what's got me for life. You aren't just beautiful, you make the space around you beautiful too, you affect others and bring their beauty out of them. And you do it with ease. It
It was a "busy-ness suit," the one my father would wear when he had no time for all the things that made him human. All his best and most wonderful traits were suffocating under that tweedy cloth.The business suit was as crisp as a new banknote and dyed to a uniform shade of bleak grey. Above white collar line it was as if his face had been fashioned from those inky dots.The business suit laid over his skin as a soul-coffin; as if his child self was buried while he wore it all those long hours. Perhaps he tried to dig up that original-self come the evening time, the child self who was born to love and play, but I think over the decades the layers get so deep it was too hard to resurface.The business suit was cold on waxy skin that craved the sun. When he froze in calculating thought he could have been one of those Madame Tussauds dummies, perfectly chiseled and cold.He stood there in the aristocratic cutting lines of a great tailor, one who could take his under-exercised and over-