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The rule of three Her disappearance
Dean managed to squeeze himself in just before visiting hours were over. He was the last visitor who was allowed in. He told the warden who he was there to see. The warden directed him to sit opposite a glass wall and wait for Marshall to be ushered out. He waited for over thirty minutes. He was beginning to think Marshall would never come out to see him, when he noticed the door opening. Finally!Marshall walked in slowly with a proud gait. He smirked when he saw Dean.All the time Dean sat waiting, his anger had slowly risen higher and higher. So, by the time Marshall took his seat behind the glass, Dean was about ready to explode. Marshall picked up the telephone beside him and watched Dean do the same with a connecting phone on the other side of the glass.“I see you miss me.” Marshall said with a laugh. “Came to get some?” He asked, making a vulgar movement with his hand and hips. “You're a sick bastard.” Dean swore in disgust. Marshall laughed, clearly enjoying how riled
The rule of three Hell
Leilani was about to shove the eating knife deep into his chest when Marco Rossano opened his eyes. Although he was still not fully conscious of his whole surrounding, his self preservation instinct kicked in.He grabbed the knife and wrestled with her. Leilani gripped the knife tight with a surprising level of strength she did not know she still had. She knew that as soon as he took it from her, she would face hell.“Let go, you bitch.” Marco cursed as he tried to pull the knife.Leilani did not bother responding. She knew she would rather die than let him have it. She held on and put her back into the struggle. If she managed to secure the knife, even if she could not kill him, she would kill herself. Suddenly she felt a hard kick on her back, her hands withered and she fell off the bed. A guard pressed his heavy boots against her neck and pinned her to the floor.Marco bounced off the bed and shouted. “You bitch. The bitch tried to kill me.” He was completely naked when the s
The rule of three The screams
Florenza stayed away from Gustavo the whole evening because he was in a dark mood. He had been his usual calm self when he came home earlier that day.But his mood suddenly darkened after whatever it was he had read on his computer. He shouted at her to leave, and stayed locked up in his room since then. Later that night, she heard commotion from the living room downstairs. She was on her way to meet the butler to confirm Gustavo’s schedule for the next day, when she heard the sound of a glass shattering against a wall.“You're not my father.” She heard clearly. That was Già's voice. Florenza froze. She had been inches away from stepping into the living room. She started turning away when she heard Gustavo’s voice.“You!” His voice trembled. “Of course I could never be your father. No child of mine will act in such disgraceful manner.” Già laughed derisively. Florenza gasped. How dare Già? Had she forgotten who she was speaking to?“Don't judge me.” Già said. “Since you hav
The rule of three Success
It was several weeks later and Dean’s company was in full swing. He worked late into the night for weeks and was finally beginning to see progress. His business had their very first mention in an article, after an international celebrity mentioned ALLY, his e-commence app on a television interview. He read out an excerpt from the article as his company's project managers nodded and smiled. I CAN BE VERY INDECISIVE WHEN IT COMES TO SHOPPING. THE DAY I DISCOVERED THIS NEW APP, I WAS UNCERTAIN ABOUT WHAT TO WEAR TO A BIG EVENT. ALL THE SUGGESTIONS MY COSTUME TEAM MADE WERE NOT HELPING, IT MADE ME EVEN MORE CONFUSED.SO I SIGNED UP ON THIS APP AND FILLED OUT THIS QUICK QUESTIONNAIRE ABOUT MY PERSONALITY AND HABITS, MIND YOU, ALTHOUGH IT WAS MANDATORY IT WAS FUN. THEY HAD JOKES AND SARCASTIC COMMENTS ABOUT MY ANSWERS AT THE END OF EACH PAGE THAT WERE SO FUNNY I WAS UGLY LAUGHING BY THE
The rule of three A good day?
“What?”“I am here to offer you a loan. It is an awesome package, trust me. We see what you are doing and would like to be a part of it.”Dean knew he may have to take out some loans in future. Few people ran their business with personal funds the way he was doing. Especially those who wanted to be successful like he envisioned for himself.But he would be damned if he ever accepted a loan from this shark sitting before him.He decided to entertain himself a little bit, so he asked the general manager about the terms of the loan. He listened to the man explain how much loan he was eligible to receive, and that the loan would come at a 40% interest rate.He went on to boast about all the businesses his bank’s loan funded.“Thank you for your offer.” Dean said when the man was done talking. “But I am afraid I would have to decline.” “You mean to think about it, d
The rule of three Regret
“No, It's not necessary.” Dean tried to protest. “Oh rubbish! This is your first big break.” Lyda responded and walked off to the kitchen. She returned with wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. She filled both glasses past halfway and handed one to him.“Do you plan to get me drunk?” He laughed“You're no fun at all.” She playfully sneered at him. “If we are celebrating, why hold back?"Despite all Lyda's faults, Dean appreciated what she was doing now. All the people who had congratulated him so far have been strangers.She was the closest thing he had to a family. Even though theirs was a peculiar circumstance and was going to be temporary. So he relaxed and talked about his day with her, and the visit from the arrogant bank manager. They laughed at the man’s foolish arrogance and drank glass after glass of red wine.He knew it was playing with fire to get drunk with Lyda, but this was the first time he had felt somewhat at peace since he had gotten out of prison and he wanted
The rule of three For last night
Lyda was long gone by the time Dean woke up the next morning. He felt groggy even as he got on his feet and headed to the bathroom. The images from the event in this same bathroom last night haunted him. He got out of the shower and took up his phone to call Lyda. That was when he noticed the text message she had sent him an hour ago. THANK YOU FOR LAST NIGHTDean frowned in disgust at himself. What exactly was she thanking him for, not resisting her seduction or for keeping her company during the thunderstorm. He hoped it was the latter. He wished to forget that last night had ever happened. THIS CAN NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN, he texted back.He wore a suit, strapped on his work bag and headed out the door. He jogged all the way to his office.As soon as he stepped out of the elevator into the wide reception area of his company, he knew something was terribly wrong. “Good morning boss.” Rosa greeted him with a bow from behind the reception desk. He returned her greeting, and notice
The rule of three Winning tip
Why?” Dean asked. “That’s not a thing. Every shop allows for window shopping.”The shop manager kept quiet. Regardless of Dean's financial status, his presence commanded respect in most places. Not everyone was eager to take him on, because of his size. “And who said I was here to window shop?” He continued. At that moment, he decided that he would buy everything he needed here. This was not even a VERY fancy shop and he could afford to buy everything here if he felt like it.But they did not know that. Especially the Rossanos, and he intended to keep it that way. For a while at least.He would only show them an inch of what he was capable of today, and leave them guessing. He looked around and picked the tennis shoe he had been looking at, then he picked a tennis apparel, without looking at any of the price tags.He moved down the aisle and selected a pair of hair bands and some other tennis gear you would expect to find at a random fancy shop.“Let's go see if I am a bum.” He