Charles Ballmer peeked under the VIP area table and found Ander trembling like a coward while hiding behind Annie."Boo!" mocked Charles Ballmer with a smile."Mr. Ballmer, I'm so glad you're here," exclaimed Ander excitedly as he emerged from under the table."I suppose you're..." Charles began, helping Annie out from under the table."She's my girlfriend. Her name is Annie," Ander said, then he sighed with relief. He was glad the armed man had left without harming them.Charles Ballmer looked at Annie for a moment and then smiled kindly."I thought you asked for escorts to protect you from anything," Charles asked."I wanted to order the escorts to kill him, but I didn't get the chance," Ander lied, not wanting to seem like a coward."Yes, of course," Charles said, not believing a word."I want to go home now," demanded a very frightened Annie."Take her home, Ander," said Charles Ballmer, smiling disturbingly as he looked at Annie."Yes, just give me a moment.""I understand you've
Everyone began to applaud the news that Carson had just announced. Everyone except Curtis. For the Stanton family protector, it was a sensation akin to feeling a knife stabbing his heart.Time seemed to stand still for a moment for Curtis. Those applause and congratulations towards Amber seemed to fall in slow motion while Curtis felt like his world was falling apart.Amber was very uncomfortable and only looked directly at the table, crestfallen, and only smiled, lifting her gaze when Kim, or someone else, congratulated her on the baby growing in her belly.While for Carson it was the best news in the world and a memorable moment for his family. For Curtis, it was like being submerged underwater. Harder and harder to breathe, and harder and harder to tolerate.However, Curtis reacted and realized that he might raise suspicions about him and Amber if he continued to display that expression of disappointment on his face. So, he quickly gathered courage and managed to fake a smile befor
Alfred entered Curtis Stanton's private office to tidy up a bit and dust the furniture and paintings that had accumulated dirt. However, he found a completely dark room with nothing visible. So, he quickly groped his way to open the heavy curtains of the window, letting in the sunlight to illuminate the space a little."I didn't give you permission to do that."Alfred was very startled and nearly had a heart attack at Curtis's sudden voice. Curtis was sitting in his personal chair with an empty bottle in his hand, his entire body slumped over the furniture."Sir... You almost scared me to death," exclaimed Alfred, with his hand on his chest, sighing deeply."I didn't call you. What are you doing here?" Curtis asked without moving, his face completely expressionless.Alfred widened his eyes a bit and approached, waving his duster over the tables and decorations in the office to pretend he was cleaning."Dawn has broken. It's a new day, and I just came to do a bit of cleaning. I didn't
Agatha opened her eyes very early that morning. A strange noise had awakened her after a long night of rest. It was a loud banging on the wall of the neighboring room.Agatha quickly realized it was a prostitute doing her job and earning money early that morning.Her awakening only served to remind her that she was still trapped in that horrible nightmare. She had even forgotten what the inside of the Stanton mansion looked like.Now she only knew the deteriorated interior of that dark room with walls torn by the passage of time.It was at that moment that Agatha heard the doorknob turning."Who's there?" Agatha quickly covered her body with the sheet. She was in her underwear because she had been wearing the same clothes for several days.Only silence answered. No one said a word, but the door opened and someone pushed hard to remove the obstacles Agatha had placed. After all, they weren't as heavy as she thought.Agatha felt panic when she saw the horrible figure of the elderly owne
Ander was returning to his establishment after a couple of days away. He was eager to feel that sense of power and respect he commanded over all the men and women who frequented his nightclub. Power felt very addictive to him.He adjusted his elegant and expensive suit inside the limousine. He wore dark sunglasses despite it being late at night. He had even grown a beard to appear a bit more mature and rugged."Do I look good?" Ander asked his driver.The driver glanced up to look at him through the rearview mirror while continuing to drive."You look like a real gangster, young master Ander," he replied with a kind and servile smile."Don't call me 'young master,' I'm not a kid anymore. I'm Mr. Stanton now, like Curtis or Carson," Ander demanded, requiring respect."Of course, Mr. Stanton. I'm very sorry."The driver quickly looked down to hide the powerful laughter he was holding back. His cheeks puffed up with all the air wanting to burst out of his mouth in a laugh."Never mind,"
"Get in the damn limousine," Ander ordered Annie, shouting loudly.Annie stood in front of him, biting her lips hard while clenching her fists, wanting to slap him with all her might, but that would mean the end of their relationship. So, she chose to take a deep breath and relax her body.Annie got into the limousine, followed by Ander."Back so early, Mr. Ander?" asked the driver upon seeing him enter."Shut up and take us to the Ballmer mansion immediately," Ander ordered rudely and directly."As you wish, Mr. Stanton," this time it was the driver himself who raised the tinted glass while starting the limousine.During the ride, Annie and Ander remained in an uncomfortable silence. Ander’s annoyance was evident in his facial expression. Annie wanted to change his mood and show him she was there for him.Annie was willing to do anything to see Ander happy. She loved him and only wanted to be with him under any circumstances.She took a risk and grabbed her angry boyfriend's hand, st
"You're complaining over the phone that you want to talk to me in person, and when you have me in front of you, you stay silent like an idiot," said Charles Ballmer while lighting a cigarette he had taken from his pocket.Ander mustered the courage to ignore the cries for help and desperate banging coming from inside the container, so he could speak clearly and directly to Charles."I arrived at the Britannia and found it completely deserted. No one was using my drug, all because of the disappearances of some girls leaving the club," Ander complained."I thought you didn't care about the club's profits. What does it matter if there are customers or not?" Charles responded, exhaling nicotine smoke directly from his lungs. The smoke immediately dissipated into the air."Of course I care about having customers. I need them to know they must respect me.""Rule number two of this business, kid," Charles Ballmer pointed at Ander with the fingers holding the lit cigarette."Rule number two?"
Agatha hadn't seen the sunlight in several days. So she decided to get up and open a window. Maybe that way she could also disperse the horrendous smell of old age that the motel owner had left in the room the day before.At least she had to be grateful that thanks to that old man, she had managed to eat something while she was locked up there. Half-eaten hamburgers that he had been bringing her.Agatha lifted her body from the bed and walked to the back of the room to open the window, but she quickly discovered that the window was bricked up behind the curtain covering it."Of course. I should have imagined," Agatha said to herself with a resigned grimace.Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door. It was a knock from the hallway. Agatha knew immediately that it was the old man coming with the intention of having sex with her again.However, Agatha was not willing to do such a thing ever again in her life. She couldn't bear to sink that low again. She had to do something qui