Anthony stormed into his office, loosening the knotted tie around his neck. Out of frustration, he sent all items on the table crashing onto the tiled ground. Flower vases shattered, and paperwork went flying in the air. A fidgety assistant stood to the side, hoping silently that she wouldn't be turned against by her angry boss.'Get the Anabelle Logan on the phone now.' Anthony bawled out his orders as he continued pacing the office furiously.His assistant scrambled over to where his mobile phone laid and placed a call through to his grandmother. On the fourth trial, there wasn't still a response from her.'S- Sir..... She's not answering' his assistant informed, timidly.'Then continue trying!' He growled.The sixteenth time, and there wasn't still a positive response. Unable to keep still, Anthony impatiently walked into his sister's office. His mouth dropped open in awe when he noticed the presence of their rival in there.They were both having a conversation in hushed tones.'W
****Vanders and his crew were out for their search again. The deadline to find the missing body had been extended by a few days and the deadline ended in 48 hours. This was their last chance. If they didn't find the body, remnants or valid proof that the Belinsky child died successfully. Their gang, alongside their families will all face the risk without mercy.Their clients were merciless and heartless and Vanders would do anything to avoid their wrath'The Belinskys still cause so much trouble for us even in their death!' Vander lamented bitterly in his mind.They were back to the spot where the damaged body had been kept. The spot when the damned goons had made a mistake by leaving the man unprotected.'Begin your search again in the environs.' Vander commanded'Search the tiniest place.. Do not overlook the littlest thing. We need proof. Whatever it might be. Do you understand?''Yes Boss!' The subordinates chorused... While the others dissolved and went in various directions an
William Otto stared out his office window, enjoying the sunrise view.. It was one of the sights he'd discovered to be quite therapeutic for him since young age. 'Sir, the coffee is ready'.William extended his hand to accept the coffee from his assistant, slurped it and slumped onto his seat with a heavy sigh.'Do you need me to do anything for you, sir?' his assistant's questioned.William rolled his eyes in exhaustion. 'Tell me what you're on today, Patrik. You're never this committed to doing little works like serving me coffee, arranging documents, and all. What's with the consistent use of 'sir'?'Patrik is William's long time friend who turned his assistant few months ago. Patrik never addressed Williams with courtesy and of course, he leaves menial jobs undone, stressing on the point that he's no servant boy. The sudden change in his assistant stirred reactions.Patrik did an exaggerated bow, in a way that his forehead almost touched his knees. 'Why? Do you not like the way I
There were too many people on the subway, everyone either trying to make it to that spot to get their train tickets, or trying to wait for the next vacant train to stop by. Ethan visually searched around for the man that had called him to meet. When he couldn't find him, he managed to find a coffee spot with less occupied space. He waited there. Coincidentally, his eyes met with that of a strange man whose eyes were studying him closely. Ethan squirmed. Not too comfortable with the attention. He tore his attention from the man and pretended to be busy reading a magazine. Few minutes later, he turned to check again. The man was gone.. Ethan didn't know whether to be relieved or scared. His mind traced to his inlaws and wife. Maybe they're starting to send a spy after him, to set him up or monitor his movements. He chose not to think about it now..Soon enough, a man clad in all grey stopped in front of him. Half of his face was covered in a cap. The rest of his face also concealed
Ethan stilled out of fear when he realized that his wife was already home before he got back from the subway. He had spent longer than he intended to due to the number of contracts reviewed and signed. He thought about turning back and going to his in-laws home to stay for a while. Maybe he could use that as an excuse when she asks him why he wasn't home when she arrived. His wife caught him on spot while he was still contemplating. Her body radiated so much anger. Ethan followed wordlessly as she grabbed him by the hands and led him indoors.'Why were you out of the house, Ethan? Where did you go to?'He fidgeted, ruffling his dishevelled hair at intervals. 'I needed some fresh air'. It was a lame, stupid excuse. If he lied about going to his in laws home, somehow, she'll discover the truth and become more suspicious.'Some fresh air?' she repeated, waiting for him to confirm she actually heard him right.'Yesss... I h...'She cut him short before he could say anything more. 'Isn't
Luka sat at the bus stop, lost in thought and on the verge of giving up.He hung his head sadly as he thought about how to go home to his family. His family never liked him, and this was going to aggravate things. He trembled just at the thought. As the last child and bastard child of the Doren's family, he had always taken whatever was dished to him without questions. He stared at the white envelope in his hands, tears gathering in his eyes. He had gone to work early as usual and met the letter sitting in his locker. The management had asked him to vacate the company immediately. They gave him no reason, just like his past jobs.This was the tenth job he's lost in two years. He had tried pleading with the manager and was dragged out of the company instead. Another sigh escaped his lips. As the bastard child, he had always found things difficult. He had no friends, no real family. He was all alone.The only sibling he grew up close to, Esme, his older sister, suddenly changed o
Already exhausted from the tons of work he was made to do that morning, Luka retired into his room to take a nap before 'duty' calls again. He stepped into his room, every part of him ached unbearably. He changed his mind abruptly and left for Esme's room. He was glad when he noticed Esme's presence in the room. Without giving it much thought, he deemed this time the best opportunity to explain things to her. Maybe once he does, she won't feel the same way about him like the rest of the family felt towards him.Maybe there's still a chance that their relationship will be saved. A little ray of hope surged within him, practically aiding him with all the confidence he needed.He needed her on his side like she once was, that was the only way he could survive this hěllhole.'Esme, I need to talk to y..' He started but was impatiently interrupted by her.She turned to face him, her expression devoid of any emotion. Either she was trying to mask them or she actually doesn't feel anything
Ethan frowned, "a word with me? Is anything problem?"Ethan tried to wrap his mind around what reason his mother in law would come all the way to their house to have a word with him. He arrived at only one answer. He confirmed it soon."Yes." Victoria snarled, "You are the problem.Her eyes darted around as if looking to appropriately check if no one is looming in the corners. 'This discussion. I need it to be private between us. Infact, there's no need for Isabel to know I came around today.'. 'She will be pissed, mother in law when she finds out about it later''She will never find out about it. I wasn't also asking your opinion when I said she mustn't know about it. it's an order and I expect you to abide by it''I understand' 'Great!' she commended spitefully.Victoria tossed a brown sealed envelope at him. It landed on the tiled grounds with a loud echo 'Sign it''What are they?''The Divorce Papers.''I'm afraid I can't do that''"How much will it take you to leave my daught