"These fools couldn't do the job. Small job. I think I will have to end this madness myself. Kennedy pulled out a gun from his safe box and came out to the living room."Dad, where are you going with a gun in your hand? '' Victor asked. Panic filled his eyes. He had just driven in from his home. His friend had called to tell him about the failed attempt at the site. He knew no one else would try to disrupt a big project like that except for his father."You look furious; what's going on?". He asked, standing in his father's way."The rif-rafs didn't get the job done right; I want to end this madness." He raised the gun in the air."Whoa! Whoa! What! Come on, Dad, you can't go over to Peter's house with that gun in your hand. He could call the police, and you know what that means. I don't want to go back to that death trap of prison. Please". "No one would know I did it," Kennedy replied defensively. "Peter isn't stupid; the poor boy has planted cameras everywhere, and it will not be
Kayla's parents lived on a hilly residential street shaded by mature trees and lined with older homes. Morning glory and clematis vines were clinging to the mailboxes, and an empty white lattice planter on the front porches was just ready to be filled with vibrant flowers.The botch house sat at the top of a sheep slope overlayed with ivy and rhododendrons. It was a sophisticated two-story cream stucco transcended by a roof of curving pale green Spanish tiles, with the shutters and trim painted the same light green. Peter pulled the white Rolls Royce under the Porte Cochere off the side, then came around the front to open the door for Kayla.For a moment, his eyes lingered on her long, straight legs. He hadn't had the time to comment on her soft, taffy-colored skirt and grey sweater combo, even though she'd rolled the skirt twice at the waistband so that a good three inches of thigh showed through her pale skin-toned hose. She thought he hadn't noticed and figured her beautiful thigh
"Bless my wife for being a sweet mother and wife; I can't thank her enough," Ethan said."Oh! Thank you, ma'am." Peter said, bowing slowly."C'mon, I did all I could as a mother, and Kayla had her part to play. You two look good together, and I hope that this works out perfectly for you two. You have my blessings."."Well, I can't disagree with my wife; you two have our blessings," Ethan said and got up from the table. His plate was empty, and his chicken was devoured. He had not had a family meal in a long, long time. He got up to sit on the porch outside. Beside it was a swing seat. Peter thanked Mrs. Ethan for the meal and went out to sit with Ethan, who was busy with his crochet. The old man had a sweet, aging smell, like his father. He wished his dad was still alive to show him a few things."You have a beautiful home," Peter said."It's a good property; I bought it with my gratuity paycheck two decades ago." Peter's eyes widened. "Don't give me that look. I'm sixty-three. Reti
Kayla's eyes shot open at 5:30 a.m., as usual. She didn't have to look at the clock to know if it was past five. She'd always have the urge to wake up once it's 5 a.m., and it has always been accurate. She took the comforter off her body and slid out of bed to begin her daily routine beside her bed. Her pillows were perfectly aligned and carefully laid on the bed, the shelves were pulled tight, and the cover she rolled off earlier was now folded just right in place. She smiled and nodded to herself when she saw the finished outcome. Peter was having his bath, so she had to wait for him a little. After he was done, she smacked his buttocks and walked over to the bathroom for the next chapter of my morning routine. Even though it was Peter's house, her morning yoga was a ritual she never missed for anything in the world. She hurriedly took her bath. She grabbed the outfit Peter had gotten for her the previous day on their way back and got dressed in it. Her hair and makeup are always
Kayla spent the next couple of hours working on room designs for the new hotel, which was just commissioned a few days ago. Her team will be having a presentation the following week, and she has to prepare ahead of time. The new owners are wealthy; they are a very beautiful couple. Projects like these always help her because she can leverage her creativity so much without restrictions. After she was done with the basics and the outline, she glanced at her clock; it was noon sharp; she had a meeting with Mr. Dave, and she didn't want to be late. Clients like Mr. Dave seem not to have a problem until they miss a target. What Kayla wants right now is peace and making more money for herself and GT Graphics. That's all that matters.Kayla grabbed her bag and hurriedly made her way out of the building. Her ride arrived in about five minutes. She took the back seat and scrolled through her computer till she got to the venue of the meeting. After making a credit transfer for the ride, she wa
Kayla couldn't face the fact that she had just been harassed by some old man at the restaurant. She sat in her chair, unable to work or think straight. The best thought that came to her head was to go home and rest. She had had enough for the day.She picked up the telephone and called Alex's office in no time. Alex appeared before her, holding a blue pen and some papers. "You called, ma'am," Alex said."Yes, I did. I'm about to leave, and so I want you to tell the boss I left because I'm having a bad cramp.".Alex squeezed her nose in disbelief. "But you were fine this morning."."Yes, but things change, and you tell him just as I have told you. No more questions, Alex. Kayla told her. She soon began to pack her things, and then she remembered that she hadn't come with her car. "I have spent so much money today on rides that I can't afford to pay for another round trip home." She sighed and picked up her phone to call Peter. He answered almost immediately. "Please come pick me up
"Who was that, Dave? The feminine voice came through the back door."Dave, are you tough there?" She asked again. A middle-aged lady came out of the mansion. She took quick, dashing steps towards the pool, where Dave was still trying to catch his breath."I saw a man walk out the gate; who was he?" Blair asked. Blair is Mr. Dave's wife. She had seen the man come into the compound, but before she got down the stairs, he was gone. She is sure she saw someone talking to her husband."It's nobody". Mr. Dave lied, pushing back his blundering hair."What do you mean, nobody? You are crouching, and I saw a man walk out of here, and you sit there and tell me it's nothing."Let it slide." Blair I just told you it's no one. Let it slide.". "Well, I'm not going to let it slide; take a look at your neck; his fingers are imprinted in it, and you sit back and say it's nothing. I shall call the police at once." She said it without hesitation. Dave got up and snatched the phone from her hand. "The
Following the meeting from the previous day, Peter was exhausted, yet he had to be at a small gathering of young CEOs this morning. The CEO's organization elections will take place soon, and all nominees have been asked to go for a briefing at the state headquarters. If it weren't mandatory, I would have sent my assistant. The next morning, Peter had planned a little trip to the neighboring city. He has made everything smooth at the site, and since that day, there have been no complaints from the site. Dressed in a fine brown suit. He stood in front of the mirror in his master bedroom and wondered to himself. Peter bends over to the lowest drawer and picks out a collection of his favorite watches. He picked up a black leather-belted Rolex Daytona and strapped it over his wrist. Then he picked up his black wallet and filled it in with some of his credit cards. A few bundles of mint-dollar notes go into the back pocket of the wallet. He checked himself out before picking up the bag.