“Mark, are you even listening to anything I'm saying?”, Matthew asked, snapping Mark back into reality. He glanced from his agent to the screen of his phone which Mark quickly turned off.“Sir? Yes sir. I'm…”, Mark said, putting his phone screen in temporary blankness as he slid into his pocket.“Priscy…”, Mark said, then shaking his head to shake the thoughts of as that wasn't what he intended to say.“I'm sorry Boss”Matthew looked at his agent.“Is everything okay with you Mark? You've been acting pretty off lately since the operation”, Matthew asked, glancing at Mark for a second as he had to keep his eyes on the road. The police station was in sight but Matthew was going to deviate to ensure Dougle's body was delivered.Mark turned to Matthew, making Matthew glance again.“Oh my God.”“What?”“We forgot Priscy”The realization made the boss think again. “Are you sure?”“Woah!”Matthew swerved sharply, almost hitting the incoming car in the one lane route they were on. Matthew had
She held her hand in a halt sign at him, like a warning to him not to interrupt, her wicked eyes resting on her daughter as she waved a finger.“Don’t you dare… don't you ever interrupt me when I'm talking or raise your voice at me ever again.”, her mother warned, her voice a whiskery and dangerous tone.“I didn't raise a disrespectful child”, she said in an even lower tone. She came closer to Layla.“And I will not hesitate to trim her wings”She paused to back away just a little.“Don’t play me with child. I don't think you know your mother.”She never missed the smile at the end. The smile that Layla often likened to joker's as a child. A character that had given both day and night mares. The simile that no longer seemed childish. Her mother threatened her.“You would want to change that shirt, darling”, she said, walking away from Layla. She took the turn to the kitchen, a decision she made just for past time.To them.So they assumed.Alistair stared at Layla, not knowing if to r
The rain poured heavily.Too heavily.The gusty wind blew.And that was too hard as well.The cars arrived anyway, so much that the cementary's once empty space was completely parked. Rosa's car rode through the road leading up to the front of the chosen plot where Dougles was too be buried. The bodyguards had arrived before her and two of them helped her out of the car. An umbrella waited for as well and as she alighted, helped up for her. The priest as well had come before her and both umbrellas held up for them were black. She was dressed in it as well, her dress simple yet chic, being a very endowed woman. It was an unanimous colour for mourning. The facilitator on her head, holding up her beautiful hair-do, had sort of a golden glitter to it, making a beautiful glimmer of her whole outfit even in the rain.More people started trooping in - a truck lot of relatives, business partners, representatives from his foundation, his friends and hers and of course, members of the board and
The clouds began to clear a little. They still shaded the sun and everywhere became a lighter shade of grey. The wind remainder gusty still, carrying the light droplets of rain and increasing the humidity. Layla covered her mouth, moving closer to Nathan as she already had a cold.Rosa was there a while, rather slow in taking the shovel with the sand.She finally got enough sand on her shovel and she hesitated to speak.“You lived well Ronald. I loved you. I always will”The sand hit the coffin hard as she threw the shovel up lightly. Tears streamed down Rosa's eyes so naturally, they seemed sincere. She wedged the shovel back, walking slowly as relatives joined to comfort her. They'd done a lot of comforting since the day of the death. The priest proceeded with the rest of the program, leading the audience into prayer for the deceased. However, his prayers were interrupted by Lana's arrival.“Wait!”, She shouted from the cab, hardly waiting for the driver to park properly before she
“Mark?”Mark knew that voice.Too well.He could never mistake it.He took a deep breath, knowing but yet not knowing what was about to go down.He turned to face her, dipping his hands into his pockets.“Hey”“Hey?”, Fiona asked back like she hadn't heard. Even if she had, she didn't want to believe it. “We haven't talked properly for days and you say hey?”Mark breathed in.“What's going on?”“What’s going on? You don't pick your calls, when you do, you say you can't talk and you didn't even tell me you'll be here.”“I've been… I've been pretty occupied”“Occupied?”, Fiona asked, almost lost for words. “Mark, what's going on?”She attempted coming closer to him and Mark couldn't restrain himself from moving backward. Fiona was so taken aback by his reaction, it showed fully in her facial expression, her hurt and confusion.“Look Fiona…”, Mark started and then stopped, seeing Starling who wasn't so far away. He was talking with one of the shareholders from Voxx. He turned to gesture
“Smile”, he whispered as soon as they came to stand before them. Fiona smiled, her expression choosing to stay plain.“Alistair, meet my daughter, Fiona Starling”“Fiona, this is our acting president, soon to be president, Alistair Bane, son of Voxx Bane”Fiona took the handshake he extended.“Nice to meet you Fiona”, Alistair said, with the briefest smile she'd ever seen. His striking manly features couldn't be denied. The boy was fine.Not that Fiona cared.“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Alistair”, Fiona said, taking her hand back. So he was Voxx' son? Where had he been all this while?Not that she cared.“Quite a vibrant, young man, Fiona. He's currently on a long term contract with the government in his successful Voxx Innovations Project. It's the bigger contract that any company has ever bagged with the government and it's fast making global impact”“That's absolutely outstanding”“Thank you. It's nothing really”, Alistair said, seemingly more interested in the content of his
Dark.It was pitch black.She could feel the ropes around her hands. She struggled, a physical embodiment of panic. It was hopeless but the anxiety eluded, controlling her like a domineering parasite. She was tied to what she felt was a board and the more she struggled with what she thought were ropes, the more she cut herself. Her eyes were wet with tears and her chest heaved till it was heavy and tired. Still she couldn't even see.It was damn pitch black.Like he's @#₦&@#₦ heart.What had she married?!If someone had told her that this was how far her greed would take her, she would have chosen otherwise.The silence in the room began to be burdened by sounds of footsteps. Daphne thought she was hallucinating but the sounds began to get closer and louder and a sudden feeling of doom rested on her. Her panic heightened. She breathed loudly and fast, as a matter of fact too fast for the capacity to which her respiratory organs were known to. It was like she knew who was coming witho
The knife slit her throat and continued to move down her naked body. He was cutting her in a perfect two and even the belt too. Her flesh parted like the red sea, her skin cutting open so easily. They'd had to drug her of course so that her outer layer weared at such a phenomenal speed, it left her bare Mammalian layer. Her blood gushed out like the first trial on a fountain and as Starling cut open her body till her vgs, her blood stained his immaculate white gloves.He stopped at her posterior - the frontal - and withdraw the blade from her body.“Handle the rest of the body parts.”“Yes Boss”, they responded simultaneously.They'd differentiate her body parts, preserve the organs for harvest and distribute the rest… across the world.“I want reports before the end of the day”They took the bloody off his hands, letting it fall straight into the bin. One of the them lit a match and placed into the portable incinerator bin. Starling saw the gloves catch the blue-yellow flame before h