The company you were talking about…” Scarlett let the question trail off, looking for the answer in his eyes, and when she found it, she turned away with a sigh, and Mason just watched silently, knowing that this was not the time to talk.
“And why didn't you tell me?!” Scarlett asked angrily as she stared at him, and Mason stared back confused.
“I mean you had plenty of opportunities to.” She continued, as Mason continued to stare at her curiously.
“But you didn't! You know I hate secrets Mason, but it seems to be all you continuously do!” Scarlett cried, and Mason stared cautiously at her.
“Oh, say something for chrissake! And stop looking at me like I ha
Ric continued to stare hard at his one and only nightmare, he wondered why he was not given a less impressive villain to battle in life time, he wished a lot of things at the moment, most of which made no sense. He started to blink slowly, trying to make sense of the words that left Mason's mouth.“Dad!” Emerald shrieked, dashing over to shove the stunned Ric to a corner while she cradled their limp father's head. Dazedly, Ric turned to look at her, wondering in his heart what she was doing.“You idiot Ric!” Emerald glared as she cried, and continued holding, looking at her brother's slow mental breakdown. He was absolutely pathetic.“Ric! Our father is out cold! What's wrong with you?!” She yelled, and Ric blinked again, his brain trying
Mr Wilson had never felt this livid in all his entire life, everything he had worked for, down the drain. It made his heartbeat fast, it became irregular, and caused him to exhale short puffs of air from the exhaustion his thoughts were causing his body.This caused the doctors to worry greatly, as things like this often led to an acute heart attack, and it was something they were doing their best to prevent.As a result, Mr Wilson was placed under the influence of several drugs that made it difficult for his thoughts to stay coherent. And that was perhaps their biggest mistake.Mr Wilson could feel that underneath the strange abyss the drugs usually led him to, that it was just a cover for something much more sinister, so he would search, and search, but the inability to ac
Brietta Norman had spent several days now in deep contemplation. On one hand she was absolutely and ridiculously proud of the fact that she had stood up to the Rodneys and had put Ric Wilson and his disgusting sister Emerald in their place as well, and she puffed up with pride at the thought. But on the other hand, she knew she had to apologize to Michelle for her behavior.You see, Brietta Norman was usually level headed when it comes to these things. She was Queen Bee afterall, and had been for as long as she could remember.Now most people thought that a position like that was reserved for bimbos but it was not true. Being able to perfectly make people follow you, and look up to your every word takes more than its share of manipulative tactics.But right now, Briett
Mason laughed with Jonathan as they were finally freed from a four hours long meeting. It was all very exhausting and was not the first thing Mason had wanted to do after his exhausting deal in Singapore.He smiled as he thought about how well everything had turned out in the end. The relief on the old man's face was a testament to his lingering humanity, and it was something Mason vowed to hold dear, but he knew that every single event in his life would test him, tempt him into ruthlessness, but still the relief in the old man's eyes and his thanks was something Mason was not liable to forget in a long time.“What's got you smiling?” Jonathan asked with a curious brow as Mason grinned into his cup of coffee.“What exactly happened in Singapore? He as
“I_its fine. Really.” Brietta tried one last time to get Mason to listen to her, but as usual, he was deaf to her pleas as he looked at her with what looked like very clear contempt.Michelle could not believe that the tables could turn against them so fast. She had not expected Mason to care so much about his friend, and she definitely did not not think about that terrible terrible thing called CCTV footage that catches you at your every unguarded moment and holds on to it like a virus.“It's not fine! I need to see if he really dared to steal from my family. So that appropriate measures would be dealt with.” Mason answered angrily, and Brietta flinched at the veiled statement.“W_well I mean if you insist.” Brietta whimpered, fighting th
The crowds shifted around eagerly as they stared at the two reluctant girls who looked like they were about to cry for a completely different reason now.“Well?!” One of the customers finally spoke up after waiting for a few minutes. “Are you going to tell us! Or released us from this damn prison!” He yelled and Mason turned to glare at Michelle and Brietta, his warning clear.“W_we will speak.” Michelle muttered. “Truth is_.” She stopped her statement, panting heavily at the thought of the painful embarrassment that awaited her.“We lied!” Brietta completed her sentence, her hands twisting and bruising each other as her eyes stared at the ground as if it was the most fascinating thing she had seen in a while.
Mason was unable to go inside that evening as he sat in his car and contemplated his choices. He was not guilty for what he did, and he definitely did not feel guilty either, he knew they deserved it, knew they deserved every single harsh word they received that day, but he doubted his wife would think the same thing.He could just feel the chill emanating from his house, most of the lights were off, and all in all the ambience spelt a certain doom for a certain person, most likely him. He sighed again, and contemplated working the night away at the company as an excuse not to go home, but he knew whenever he chose to, the confrontation would still happen, Scarlett would make sure of it.He stepped out of the car slowly, nodding to the many greetings he got along the way, he met Edna Roffman, his head maid, as she took his bag.
Michelle was much too embarrassed the next morning, as usual the saying that time heals all wounds was proven wrong once again, the wounds were still very much fresh, and the scars run deep. She could barely look at the Internet as people certainly had to say about her character without even knowing her.She realized it did not at all feel good to be on the receiving end of gossip and gate, and she doubted she had the mental capacity to handle it.~Mason noticed the tension in the air when he stepped into the grand building of Microloft that morning. Of course due to his status and position it was normal to expect a little bit of tension when he stepped into a room, but this was something else.Every em