“I’m so sorry, sir. I was just overwhelmed because I wasn’t certain of the baby’s gender, but it is clear, now. It sometimes happens. This is a baby girl. Congratulations, sir.” The doctor spoke out, with a smile that seemed a little awkward,“Are you sure that that was it was about?” Quincy asked, not convinced about the whole thing.“Y…yes sir. I’m sorry for making you feel it was something more.” The doctor apologized, and Quincy cleared his throat.He wanted to speak further but was interrupted by a call from Scott.“Excuse me, please.” He urged and then left their presence.As he walked further away, he answered the call.“Yeah?”“I’m sorry if I might have disturbed whatever you might be doing, but I just got information that Mr. Walter went to that company, himself, demanding an explanation on why they led him on, only to give him a last-minute disappointment,” Scott informed, and Quincy slid his hand into his pocket, and sighed.“Well, he is demanding for an answer. So, let the
As much as the issue hurt Quincy— the betrayal, the lies, the deception, he tried to shove it off his mind and concentrate on other important things. Any situation that could delay his mission against the people who treated him wrong, he didn't want space for it in his mind. He was just going to try to forget all about Lauren, even though she had grown to become a comfort. Quincy looked down at the files in front of him and rubbed his temples. The words on it were plain, but hard to digest because his mind was somewhere else. “Damn it. Stop thinking.” He said, and covered his face with his hands, hating the odd feeling of loneliness that plagued him. He ended up leaving work early in the morning, unable to focus and do his tasks with precision. When Quincy got home, he walked to the fridge, and took out a bottle of water, twisting the cap, and draining the content down his parched throat. When he dropped the bottle, the sound seemed louder than it ought to be, and he realized he
As the evening drew to a close, Quincy sent a text to the remaining two applicants, inviting them to come over the next morning. Once more, he checked the profile of the women who had applied. The last woman had described herself as having a "motherly" approach, and he found that he was particularly looking forward to meeting her. He hoped that she would be the one to finally fill the void he had been feeling.As he lay in bed that night, Quincy couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. He was eager to meet the next two applicants, especially the one who seemed to embody the qualities he had been searching for. He was eager to have someone in the house again. Maybe that would clear off the echoes of all the people he had lived with recently. Maybe it would wash off the sense of immense loneliness he was feeling. He just needed someone— anyone in the house, to fill the space, but he also needed the person to be someone he could accept.Quincy drifted off to sleep, his mind whirl
Quincy's eyes fluttered open, and he felt the dart still poking his neck. He took in a deep breath and took out the dart. Dried blood stuck to it, and he looked at it before pocketing it. He would find a way to deal with whoever had planned such for him. Groggily taking in his surroundings, he discovered that someone had placed him in his car, or perhaps it was the same person who had fired the dart. Was he still in danger? CRUNCH! The sound was loud, sharp, and sudden, and Quincy's eyes darted upwards with his heart swelling with each beat it took. It was his car, but it was destined for destruction. Quincy dashed to the window and pushed. The doors were locked, and he hit the glass and wondered if his armored glass— which he had fixed out of a strong urge for protection— would be the death of him. The walls of the car press closed in around him with loud groans as the metal tried to resist his face. Quincy dipped lower, as the metal came closer to his head. Panic set in as he f
Lauren had gone to Paris, and she was in her apartment, with a glass of wine in her hand, thinking about all that happened, and her mind drifted back to when she had just gotten news that Quincy was engaged.~flashback~Lauren couldn’t wash off the shock she felt when she got to know that Quincy was engaged. “Was that the reason he hadn’t made any step, towards calling us a thing?” She thought to herself.Her heart felt shattered, and that was when she knew how deep her feelings had become for him. She had always felt this strong connection with him, even before they got a little close. “Why did he have to be engaged, and had said nothing about it? Why was he taking time to reveal it to me?” Another thought came to her mind.“Why?” She muttered as she sat on her bed, feeling devastated.A tear ran down her eyes, and another came, and they began flowing down to her chin, and dripped down her gown.The pain went deeper, and her hand found its way to her chest, and squeezed it, wishing
Even as Lauren was looking at Quincy as the man that she desired, there was another, looking at her. Thomas Grayson. He was wealthier than Quincy at that time, and he that time, also thought that Lauren loved him, because they were close to an extent, and he also didn’t mind the closeness between her and Quincy, because he felt their friendship was just a rare kind, and nothing more.Unfortunately, he found out the hard way that Lauren was in love with Quincy. And even when he gave her enough reasons for her to be with him, she refused, which hurt him deeply.Thomas was sipping his wine, and staring out at the window when his right-hand man, walked in.“Have you gotten information on him?” He asked, without looking back.“Yes. But it’s not a recent one. Ever since his wife divorced him, there has been no intel on him. But I’ll be working further to find a way I get the latest intel on him.”“Alright then. Ensure you do. That’s not enough bad luck for him.” Thomas said, and then his ri
On the other hand, Quincy stared at the image of pretty Elise Walter who had been the third applicant. She had been great at cooking and had laughed a lot, showing a jovial side to her, but she had been too young.He had doubted she'd be able to handle keeping the house. She'd have to clean, wash, tidy, and cook. He didn't think she had the patience nor the strength for all that. Also, he didn't want anything that would remind him of Lauren or Kohler. Already, the big turn-off was that she was wearing one of the earrings Kohler used to wear. She was pretty with Auburn hair, and large green eyes, with heart-shaped lips. Of course, he wouldn't want someone as pretty as a maid. He didn't want any situation that Kohler would think he'd moved on already. “This lady applied to your house yesterday as a maid? You should have known such a young, bright lady wouldn't come for an interview unless she had a hidden agenda.” Scott said, frowning down at the photo. “I didn't accept her anyways.”
“Move a bit, and I'll blast your damn brains out! Try me!” She screeched, as she switched the gun back and forth on the both of them. “You shot that dart,” Quincy said, his jaw clenching. “I did!” She replied fiercely, repositioning her fingers carefully on the gun. “Why?” Scott asked, his brows furrowing. She laughed, “I doubt you'll know. Yeah, that's how you rich people always are.”“You doubt I'll know?” Quincy asked. “Because no one else matters. Yes, you can never know what you did.” She said, nodding her head, making her auburn curls bounce. “Drop the gun. Do you know what you did?” Scott hissed. “I intended a car press to press him flat, and have him as flat as my mat!” She hissed, and Quincy stormed towards her, his anger taking over. “Do you know how much…”“Quincy!” Scott shouted. “...I got scared? Do you know how hard it was to breathe?”“Stop! I'll shoot! I said, step back. I will shoot. Hey, I'm telling you I mean it…”“Quincy, stop it!” Scott made to grab Quinc