“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
“If you would excuse me, my friends. I have urgent business to go attend to before the party kicks into full swing,” he winked and walked away towards another entrance. The bodyguard turned around and gave them a menacing glare and walked after his boss. Under the bright lights, he looked imposing and hardened with the scar running down his left eye. He looked formidable.Bennet walked over to an empty table and the rest followed him like sheep. Elena slipped into the seat right beside him and kept her eyes fixed on the table. The rest of their group kept busy with the drinks moving past their table and Elena seized the opportunity to begin a conversation.“It’s a beautiful place,” she nodded with a patronizing smile.Bennet barely grunted a reply and reached across to pick a drink from a passing tray.“Ben, I’m really sorry about how things ended between us. I wish everything went differently,” she tentatively placed a hand on his arm.Bennet looked down at the place where Elena’s ha
Elena watched with disdain as Mark marched alongside his father over to the VIP area. She knew that she had never been with the man for love. Her mother has given her mandate right from the first time he turned up in front of their house and they identified him as ‘Mark Darius, heir apparent to the Darius empire’. “That’s a walking cash cow, you silly girl. It’s our one-way ticket out of these slums,” Her mother had admonished when the shred of confidence she had left, felt terrible for giving Mark false hopes.“But, mum, I don’t love the man,” Elena had protested. Now, there was nothing not to like about Mark Darius. He had the most beautiful smile on the planet, and his eyes held a sparkle to them. He was tall and very handsome, and what more, he had a name that mattered.“Don’t you talk to me about bloody love, Elena. I loved your father and look where he left us! That’s right?”Looking at Mark Darius now, restored to his former glory and custodian of so much power and influence,
Mark looked desperately between his father and Mr. Cornelius, his eyes glinting with a fake smile which screamed ‘don’t leave me alone, I beg you!'“Nonsense. I say we take a tour of this fine hotel, what do you think, Cornelius?” Gabriel said with a smirk, before taking a sip from his glass of wine.“That’s a lovely idea, old friend". Cornelius replied him with a wink and their pair was gone in the next second.Mark settled back in his seat immediately after and couldn’t count how many glasses of wine he had taken from nervousness. Was it three already? It was a new behavior for him to be nervous about meeting a new woman, but subconsciously, Elena’s assault on his psyche during their marriage had left him somewhat traumatized and hesitant about getting involved with females.“Lovely deco,” Karen nodded, looking around the hall. Mark nodded for lack of a more appropriate response.“Karen, right?” He blurted out before he could reign his tongue.“Yes, right". Karen nodded with a smile
Mark ran with his heart sinking further into his stomach, while Karen was somewhere behind running as fast as her heels would let her. All Mark could think of was his father.But just as he approached the elevator door, he spotted a faint movement from the corner of his eyes. Didn’t that suit look familiar?He approached the scene cautiously, praying with all the faith he had within him.“Mark?” The figure lying on the floor stuttered weakly.“Dad!” Mark screamed in alarm and dashed for his father, falling to his knees beside him.“Mark. I think they’ve got me, son,” Gabriel muttered weakly.“Who got you, dad? Stay with me, please!” Mark couldn’t keep the tears from flowing down. He had to act fast. Mark slipped one hand into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone, while the other gently cradled his father’s head. He took in the situation again. It didn’t look any pleasant. His father had sustained a gunshot wound to the upper chest, just above his heart. There was no doubt that th
Brown was in a fit of panic, running in circles around the hotel lobby and its unending corridors. He had no recollection of how he had gotten where he was or what he had been looking for.Why the hell do they have these many bloody corridors?How would an adult be lost inside a building, whether or not the building was as large as the Red Panda Hotel? As much as Brown wanted to feel stupid for letting his guard down in foreign territory, he had bigger fish to fry. Where had the gunshot sounds come from?Brown walked with the staggering grace of a drunk goat and barely saw more than a few feet in front of him. He cursed every single time he bumped into a flower pot along the corridors.The distant blaring of a siren cut a shallow hole through his drunken stupor and plunged him deeper into panic. He ran any which way, as long as it was away from the sirens.An angry man bumped into Brown on his way in the opposite direction and sent him staggering back a few meters.“Hey watch where yo