Rebecca was waiting for Loraline to make the wrong move. Ever since her cousin’s terrible attitude yesterday, all Rebecca needed was one chance to get into a fight with her cousin to put her in her place. Loraline went into Rebecca’s room with her hand on her hip, and the other behind her back. “You know, I need some money.” Loraline said, and Rebecca ignored her. “Please.” She eventually added when she saw that Rebecca had no interest in paying attention to her. “Come here and get me my purse.” Rebecca said and Loraline obeyed. “You know, coming here and lasting about is not what I would call help.” Loraline said after collecting the money from Rebecca. Rebecca’s eyes widened, as if in realisation. “Oh, it’s not?” Rebecca asked. “I’m sorry, how about you give me back my money and go and get a job?” “You know, I really hate you.” Loraline said, getting closer to Rebecca. “I’m not your greatest fan either, leave me alone and go and do what you have to do.” R
Taron's head was not in one place. He was discussing the future of one of his companies which was suddenly undergoing a loss, and not only that, but leak of information too. That meant that a trusted individual was ratting out, and Taron hated rats. Humans and the animals alike. "We've stopped the bleeding, sir." His doctor came out to tell him and Taron sighed as his worries became less. "Thank you, how is she doing?" Taron asked. "Luckily, no vital organs were hit." The doctor said and Taron sighed. "That's a miracle." Taron whispered. "Yes, but she has lost a lot of blood, and while the possibility of her dying due to that is low, there is a chance that she will pass out for a very long time." The doctor said. "How long are we talking about here? I need figured." Taron asked impatiently. "It might take a few hours to a few days." The surgeon looked away for a second. "Is she asleep right now?" Taron asked. The doctor looked down nervously. "No, actually,
I took the day off and decided to look after Rebecca personally. I knew it was something she could also do for me so I did not hesitate to make my decision. I wanted the day to be special for her, at least make her feel more of herself and forget about what happened. Maybe not forget about what happened because that would be hard but I could help take her mind off it.I knew how much my presence meant to her so I just wanted to stick around with her. She deserved it. I came up with the idea of making her dinner and I knew she would appreciate it so I went on with the preparations. I called work and answered the necessary calls and sent the necessary messages. I had to make sure everything was cleared and all my schedule was either canceled or rescheduled for another day.Making Rebecca happy was my priority right now and that was exactly where my mind was focused. “The meeting you rushed out from was called off after your departure sir, you will also need to conclude that,” the lad
Rebecca had mostly spent all the time that she had after coming back from that traumatizing visit in bed. Taron’s bed. What surprised her was the fact that they had not done anything sexual since her return. All he did was feed her, get maids to assist her during bath time and other things and she was extremely grateful for it. She had not known that she would eventually be in so much pain as the surgery seemed to be such a breeze for her. Rebecca was walking around, looking for what to do, as Taron had temporarily relieved her of her duties until she recovered fully, and she had a lot of people at her beck and call. “But I have a responsibility to the office.” Rebecca had said stubbornly when Taron told her not to think about leaving. “And I have a responsibility to my girlfriend. We’d see which responsibility would outweigh the other, won’t we?” Taron chuckled. “I’m so tired.” Rebecca said to one of the guards who stood behind her. “Maybe you should go in and lie dow
"What are you thinking about so early in the?" Taron asked as he turned around to face her on the bed. "You've been tossing." "I need to leave." Taron sat up and looked at Rebecca, perhaps she was joking. “What did you say?” Taron asked. “I need to leave,” Rebecca gout out of bed. “I’m sorry, I’m grateful that you have been so good to me, for taking care of me and everything, but this place is choking me.” “Been so good to you?” Taron asked in disbelief. “You are my girlfriend, what are you talking about?” Rebecca shook her head and draped a shawl around her shoulders as she looked outside through the window. “And this place is choking you? It’s a very big house.” Taron shrugged. “You know that I am a working woman,” Rebecca sighed. “I don’t like staying in like this, I feel terrible.” “Fine, we would go out tomorrow.” Taron sighed and rolled back into bed. “No, I mean to work,” Rebecca said. “I want to go back to work.” Taron looked like he wanted to a
“You like to talk a lot, don’t you?” The tall man in a suit asked the lady in an afro who was in their group. “Excuse me for giving my opinion.” The woman merely said and continued to speak. Taron admired her confidence. “I’m just saying, you have been talking for quite a while.” The man said again and the lady turned to look at him. “Preston, is it? Are you trying to limit my freedom of speech because I’m black, or because I’m a woman?” She said. “I’m just saying. Most women that I’ve met don’t talk a lot, it’s terrible, you’re not married, are you?” Preston had a smug smirk and Taron fought the urge to tell him off. “Only by choice, honey.” She said and turned back to continue talking about the last charity event that she went to. Taron was at a charity event, but this one was not set for the night time, and Taron felt that Rebecca had not recovered well enough to start going to these things again. Rebecca, of course, had disagreed heavily, but he had ended up as
"These are not making any sense." Taron frowned as he handed the papers in his hand to his secretary, who also happened to be his girlfriend, Rebecca Moore. "What does yours say? Mine seems to be okay." Rebecca started to open the files. "Rebecca had two people sent out, and each one came with variations of the whole thing." Taron said. "I had only one person work on it, and why are you talking about me like that?” Rebecca rolled her eyes and Taron chuckled. “No, actually, I was talking about Rebecca Torres, it’s her company I went to to work on Javier’s case.” Rebecca’s eyes bulged as Taron said that. “Oh, okay.” “So what did yours say?” Taron took a seat and waited. “Well, here it says that Javier is a teacher, but he also has a part time job that requires him to dress up in different outfits every evening.” Rebecca stated, giving him her file. “So he is a spy in one of those kids’ television shows?” Taron laughed. Rebecca glared at Taron. “No, he is an
Rebecca did not know what the dressing code was, or if there was one to be followed, but Eloise inviting her on a one on one lunch date was something that she had not been expecting. Rebecca certainly did not want Eloise to look dressed up and gorgeous while she looked dressed down, or vice versa. To play on the safe side, she had opted for a sky blue sundress with a short coat. “Mom did not even tell me about this, I’m actually hearing about it from you for the first time.” Taron said. “Not that you did not know that your mom had been planning to have lunch with me for a while, though.” Rebecca said non committally and Taron laughed nervously. “She mentioned it once, but I did not think that she was being serious, and she has met you a lot of times already.” Taron said. “Yeah, we have all sat down to sit and talk, yes.” “Exactly!” Taron exclaimed. “Exactly! She does not want you to come in the way of our conversation, that is why she is requesting for us to hav