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
Quincy stared at the horrible sight for a long time, and so did the maid, as all words were robbed mercilessly from them.“What happened?” Quincy asked Bertha, who was still on the floor, paralyzed from the horror. “I… I… I was about to… to sleep, but… but realized the room was a little dusty, so… so I wanted to do a bit of cleaning before… before concluding the day over, and… and oh goodness…” she shuddered, “the lights were on, and… and I just thought to turn them off, nothing more. I'm… I'm quite sure I turned them off before going to my room, and… and this is what I saw.”Her trembling hand went to her mouth, as her eyes filled up with tears. She shook her head as if trying to erase the image from her head. Quincy helped her to stand, but she was unable to tear her eyes off the horrible sight. “Can I… can I know if… if you've wronged someone? Is someone out to get you? Is there anyone apart from us who has keys to the house?” She asked, and Quincy could tell she wanted to flee.
Lauren’s reflection period seemed to be a serious one, filled with so many flashbacks. She couldn’t help, but go back to the past, and it seemed to be her way of healing and reflecting on her actions, gradually.~flashback~“Lauren, that's the least of your problems right now. What are we going to do about what we feel for him?” If he was going to get engaged, then…” She paused.“What about me? Would I be forced to smile at his wedding? And when he gave birth to his kids, would I have to love them, hold them, and be nice to them?” She thought to herself.Lauren got back home, in an even more sour mood, but happened to run into Quincy in the hallway close to her room. When he saw her, he strode over to her, and surprisingly wrapped her in a hug. Her heart began to beat crazily like it wanted to split itself open against the ribcage of her chest, and her cheeks colored a bright crimson. Lauren wanted to wrap her arms around him, but instead, she retreated, feeling anger wash over me.
Quincy on the other hand, was furious, when he saw the message. “What’s going on, Quincy? What did you see?” Scott asked, out of concern.“Just imagine the message I got, again,” Quincy uttered, and then handed over his phone to Scott.Scott was also shocked to see the message, and it was quite as annoying as it should be. More like the person was engaging them in a hide-and-seek game, which he didn’t intend to join.“I need to get to the root of this.” He said, to himself.Then he stepped out of the living room, to the guards who were in the compound.“Did anyone get into this house, without me knowing?” He asked them, and they shook their heads.“Are you certain about this?” Quincy asked again, finding it difficult to believe that someone had not stepped into the house, if not, how would a message have been scribbled on his maid’s room walls?It was even more confusing as to how the person had gotten his number.“Sir, no one strange has come into this building. We assure you of tha