Bennett clutched the phone in his hand a little too tight, almost enough to squash it into bits and pieces if he had the ability to. Something has to take the blame for the insults which had just visited his day.He let out a roar full of pure guttural rage, and in his anger and frustration, he hurled the glass of whiskey in his other hand at the wall, watching as the glass blasted into smithereens and sent a million little shards flying in every direction.He considered throwing away the phone as well, to make it atone for its misgivings, when it began ringing again, like a hungry infant, oblivious to the troubles its demands brought with every cry. He stole a glance at the screen and nearly doubled over at the caller ID. Number One.A wave of nervousness coursed through his veins like an electric shock. Why did the man call him at that time? He had obviously seen the scandal on the news, so there was no escape out of his judgment. Whatever he deemed fit to make out of the issue woul
Mark sat in his office, swiveling this way and that in the ergonomic seat. Before him were Bill Baumerman, the chairperson of the executive board, and David. He had instructed his secretary to close the doors and ensure that they were given maximum privacy.When David had come up with the idea of a meeting, Mark had been excited about discussing the progress of the company and other exciting things that they had talked about over the phone. But by the time he had sat through one whole hour of a round of back and forth between David and Bill, he wished he could be anywhere else but in his office.“I believe Quantum Edge Technologies is more than ready to explore new markets". David went on another rant again and Mark rolled his eyes.“With the profit the company has been able to making, especially since recovering from its little stunt in the hands of Jennet and her son, there is more than enough resources to finance an exploratory venture". David stated professionally.Mark trusted wh
The air she felt was cooling against her skin, caressing her with a soothing kiss as it ran through her hair. Jennet had come to love quiet moments by herself. It wasn’t that she enjoyed being a recluse, but the madness her life had been plunged into ever since Gabriel resurfaced from the land of the dead had left her world in a topsy-turvy mess.Brown wasn’t doing anything to help matters with his endless drinking. He had successfully run out of liquor, and the week was just beginning.He definitely got that from his father. Definitely his father.But Jennet had no idea who Brown's father was. She had been seeing two men at the time. Both of them seemed to be potential husband material. She had always been identified by all who came across her as an opportunistic individual. She saw a window and dived right in to it. When neither of the men wanted to accept the pregnancy, she felt so miserable, like her world had come to an abrupt end.She traveled to her mother’s home somewhere on t
The phone rang shrilly into the air, disrupting what little quiet Mark had been enjoying. He picked it up with irritation brewing a storm on his tongue, waiting to unleash a tirade of venomous verbal assault on whoever it was that was calling him. Dad.He quickly received the call and held the phone up to his ears.“Hello, good afternoon, dad,” he rapped off in quick succession.“Hello, son. How’s business coming along today?”“Very well, thank you, dad". He heaved a sigh.“I can tell that you are really stressed from the sound of your voice. But not to worry, you’ll unwind at the party tonight. Looking forward to it as much as I am, right?”Of course, Mark was facepalmed, beating himself up mentally for not remembering the socialites party his father had received an invitation for. He had been so preoccupied with the new investment and putting the board members in their place, that he had totally forgotten about it.“Are you there, son?” Gabriel asked when the line had gone silent fo
Jennet held the phone to her ears with shaky hands. It felt like she was speaking with a ghost. If her memory serves her well, she was speaking to someone from her past, someone she had thought to be dead for many years.“Jennet? Hello? Are you still there, Jenny?” the voice came again.“Charlie?” Jennet asked tentatively, faint embers of hope coming alive in her heart.“Jenny. Hello, Jenny. It’s been a lifetime,” Charlie said with a voice full of nostalgia.And indeed, it had been a lifetime, a very long one spent in wishful thinking of what is and what could have been.Jennet had run into Charlie when she was at an all low in her life. She had just been jilted by several lovers who found her too demanding. All she wanted was a bite of their giant-sized snack of money and affluence. Since when did that become a crime?It didn’t matter that Jennet had been with all those lovers at the same time when she got busted. Somehow, they belonged to the same rotary club and played golf togethe
“Wait, slow down,” Elena interrupted Bennet over the phone, still confused about what he was saying.“What is it this time?” She could imagine Bennet rolling his eyes as he spoke to her over the phone.“We are supposed to turn up for a party tonight? On whose invitation?”“Number One’s . Now you’ll stop asking me questions and get yourself a fucking pretty dress for the event. I will come to pick you up at eight". He barked over the phone and the line went dead.“Honey, who was that?” Margaret came paddling in from the kitchen with a tray of cookies in her hands.“Fancy the number one fellow asking us all out to party tonight, mother?” Elena quirked her brows in confusion.“Now that’s strange,” Margaret thought aloud, standing with both hands fixed on her waist.Jennet dashed into the room to put on some proper clothes. She had just ended the call with Charlie. He was in town and willing to meet with her. A part of her was apprehensive, and pretty much skeptical, about meeting up with
Bennet arrived at Elena’s doorstep just as agreed. He neither wasted any time nor did he care to exchange any pleasantries. Elena felt awkward being around him, especially after the whole drama with Mark and his father had put Bennet’s business in danger.They made a quick detour to Jennet’s house, which just happened to be out of their planned commute for the evening.“Beats me why she’ll buy a property in a neighborhood so far from the happening places,” Margaret rolled her eyes at Elena, who nodded absentmindedly in agreement to what Bennet said.Elena’s mind raced with thoughts headlined by a dozen million questions. Why did Number One want them at a party? If he wanted to meet them physically, he could easily have pulled them off to some private hotel room, which he was capable of doing.Elena had done the courtesy of browsing through the invitation list for the party. Well, she had heard by some stroke of luck, when two women were discussing a friend who had managed to land an e
Their little group went silent after Bennet had finished speaking as they digested the words he had just shoved down their throats.Someone has to put these ones in check every now and then or else.Bennet looked from Jennet to her son, then to Margaret and Elena. He closed his eyes and let out a deep, long breath, after which he wordlessly stepped past them and moved across the street, into the waiting entrance of Chezzy’s place.Of course, he had his own questions about the whole impromptu arrangement. Like, who exactly chooses to show up at a party where his enemies have also been invited?Well, I guess we’ll find out soon then.Bennet’s eyes swept across the length and breadth of the restaurant space, in search of any notable figure, anyone at all that looked out of place in the environment. Unconsciously, his mind had registered Number one as someone with a need to show off and make a statement in public. So, he expected to see someone in a fancy three-piece designer suit, sittin