Fear rippled through Kohler like the waves on the sea, and she began to run in the dark, adrenaline rushing through her, and filling her brain with danger signs. Kohler's heart seemed to beat in her throat, wanting to burst out, and finally, she stumbled. “Ah!” Kohler screamed from the pain and the fear that she would suddenly feel something heavy and menacing land on her back. Gasping, she struggled to get to her feet, then realized she had stumbled on the staircase. With relief mingled with terror, she began to climb, using her hands and legs. Kohler got to the very top, and pushed… “Ah…” She cried as the floorboard came open, revealing light. Immediately, she hoisted herself onto it, and tumbled into the room, hurriedly sealing the floorboard shut. _*Why isn't there some kind of lock to it? What if the creature comes bouncing up the stairs in search of me, and leaps against the floorboard?_* She thought to herself restlessly _*What would happen when I was locked in the
“I… I cannot just kill someone. You have to understand. This man has been good to me, he is my ex-husband whom I still love, and…” “Take her away. Now.” He turned from Kohler, walking away, with his hands behind him. “Wait, wait! You have to…” his right-hand man’s thick hands grabbed Kohler by the elbow, and she stumbled. He pushed her through the door and jerked his head towards the left. Men came out of the shadows, and she jumped. She hadn't noticed them at all when they were taking her to the cruel boss’ rooms. The men all flanked around them, and she thrashed about like a mad bull. “I cannot just kill a man. I do not even know how to kill. This… this is ridiculous!” Kohler shouted, trying to defend herself, but they seemed to be blockheads. They paid no heed to her, and instead, marched her out. They practically lifted he when she couldn't speed down the stairs as fast as they could, and they dragged her when they got to the large, overly bright foyer. Maids all around,
Quincy on the other hand hadn't seen or heard from Kohler, and he felt it was probably because she just wanted to clear her head and heal up or whatever was bugging her that made her want to come back to him.Over the last few days, things had been a little awkward between him and Lauren because of the whole sex thing that happened between them.So, they both agreed not to do anything about their relationship status until they had taken the things that were on their plate.While he ended up on dead ends regarding the person who tried to drug Lauren, he hoped that he would still find a lead on the case and punish the person who did such a horrible thing to her.“Are you prepared for tomorrow's event?” Scott asked him as he walked into his office.“What event?” Quincy asked, looking confused.“Mr. Prescott's,” Scott responded, not surprised that Quincy could have forgotten.Many events had played out and had been housed in his head, so it was expected that he might not remember a thing.
“Who are you?” The boy asked, but Kohler couldn't reply, her feet gave out from under her, and the ground came up to welcome her._*If he is good, he will save me, and if he doesn’t, well, I won’t die all alone.*_ Kohler thought to herself.Maybe it was the coldness of the ground that kept her awake, but she felt it when he put his arms around her, lifting her with both hands, with surprising strength._*Finally, I’m safe.*_ she said in her mind, feeling relieved.“What if she is a ghost?” The little girl asked.“She's breathing, Sally. She's also solid.” He replied as he dropped her briefly, and then raised her onto his back. He was warm, so warm that Kohler felt she could cry any second from then.Kohler dug her face into his hair, enjoying the warmth, and was half awake, half asleep throughout the whole journey to wherever they lived. She simply hoped it wouldn't be another dangerous place.~Kohler awoke to the sound of sheep bleating, kids giggling, and something nice cooking.Sh
Quincy got to his office, anticipating the time he would have to leave for the event that Mr. Prescott was holding.“Anyways, I didn't see you to be a person who would wear this flashy wristwatch before the event. Or is that how excited you are about the event?”“Nah. It's an instruction. They want us to have it on, hours before we would get to the venue.”“Oh, I see. Alright then. All schedules have been cleared for today, so you have enough time to prepare for the event.” Scott informed him.“Alright, thanks. The event would start by 10 am, so I have enough time left.”“Yes. This is just 7:30 am, so whatever thing you might want to do before 8:30 am, please do it now. We should be leaving by 8:30 am to get there on time.”“Well, some people do arrive late. It's already a norm.” Quincy uttered, trying to ease up Scott's shoulders.“Not at this event. More information was already sent to your email which I went through. Lateness won't be condoled. 10:00 am and the gates would be close
Kohler's parents had accepted her in and while they were trying to be on her good side because they knew they were the ones who pushed her to get married to someone else twice, both men turned out to be jerks.She was in her room, leaning on the headboard, thinking of how she wanted to start a new life as it felt like it had been destroyed, and there was no urge to continue with anything.Suddenly, her phone vibrated and she glanced at it but was not in the mood to do anything about it.“Not like there's anyone special in my life. No investors, no man, no child.” She uttered in bitterness.Just when she wanted to turn to the other side of her bed, her phone beeped again.Her curiosity wouldn't let her be this time. So, she reached out to her phone and clicked on the message she got from an unknown number._*Let's meet up at Delicacy Restaurant. There is something important we need to talk about.*_Kohler became curious and thought about it for a while. Then she texted back._*Who are
On the other hand, Quincy was in his car, leaning his back against the back seat.“We're almost there,” Scott informed him and Quincy let out a sigh.His mind drifted back to when he was on a call with Mr. Daniel.~flashback~“I kind of have an event to attend by that time. Is there a way you can kindly make some time for me soon?” Quincy requested politely.“I'm afraid I can't, Mr. Anderson. Well, I'm sure you'll be fine, with or without my information. Have a nice day.”“Wait. Hold on, Mr. Daniel.” Quincy said, but heard the constant beeping of his phone which showed that Mr. Daniel had hung up.“Shit!” He cursed sharply.“What's going on, Quincy?” Lauren asked, looking concerned.Quincy found it difficult to speak because anger filled his heart. It was annoying that the man didn't consider other people's feelings or whatever they were doing.Somehow, he wished he hadn't come down to his car to check whose car had run into the wall that night.~back to reality~I sighed again, stari
“Alright, so what impression did I make of you?” Quincy asked, playing along.“Well, you made a really…. good one.” She chuckled and gulped down the remnant of the wine in her glass.Quincy smiled as well, also feeling relieved that it wasn't something he had to worry about.“Well, I'm glad to hear that. By the way, how long have you known Mr. Prescott?” Quincy asked, hoping to get any extra information from anyone.“It's been over a year now.”“And… how has working with him been?” “I have never been able to strike a deal with him actually, and that's because of just one thing.”“What's that?” Quincy asked, getting more curious.“We've never been on the same clock. When he is ready for some collaborations which would also need my major involvement, I might have been very busy and it sometimes goes the other way round.”“Oh, I see. I'm sorry about that. So, why do you think you were invited?”“The same reason you were. I came because I wanted to see the world he has in mind to create.