Mr Benedict chuckled looking down furiously at the recording in his hand. Feeling excited and angered at the same time he opened the door with a whirlpool of anger that took hold of him before he could find out that people were waiting there for him. He turned to look inside but found that the door was already locked behind him. Clearing his throat and dipping the tape into his pocket he stepped forward. He smiled nervously and asked. "What is the meaning of this? Do you know who I am?" "That doesn't matter Mr Benedict." Miss Laura gave him a penetrating gaze that bit his soul like the harbinger of death, his teeth clenched and he found people gathered watching the video of his meeting with Joshua, his hand clenched down on the file in his hand and looking away with spite. "For that?" He asked and then continued. "It was only a fact that I was acting as a businessman to get Mr Stark to invest with, shouldn't you ask him yourself, this is nothing but a mere saying."
Before he can press a call button for the elevator the door slides open revealing a whole he can only assume was a lady aggravated from her endeavours. Aunt Miriam stormed out. Joshua gave a sharp nod then held it for her and stepped in. "You good for nothing!" Aunt Miriam's hand sweeps Derek's face. "Are you that weak? You could have taken your chances and killed him!" She said in a mean voice as she dropped her bag on the glassware. "Mother! That isn't right, Joshua is not some animal to be dragged." Derek replied using the same mean tune as his mother. "Then are you? I thought from the onset, I will set a very good foundation for my boy. Derek will be great. Where has that part of you gone? Tell me now." Derek gazes at her mother, he takes in a long deep breath and then shakes his head. "What are you talking about?" Derek asked. Aunt Miriam's leg stomped the feet, her hand snapping. She moves randomly; it was like her body was caught on fire. Like a deer
Joshua turned to look to the side of the garage, peeping through the small hole he noticed that the media were dropping across to Mr Hudson's penthouse. He turned to face Pamela. "I believe you understand what that means." Joshua drew his brow together, his hand ticking together on his pocket and he tried to understand what had gotten into Pamela. "I told you before. I can't get your company back for you if you think I would use that to repay you if you succeed in securing me back in my position." Pamela threw her hand to her back, her eyes were on Joshua and she continued. " There is a chance that you would be labelled a fraud, scared that he would lose his position as some measly rival. That is why you go there to meet him and drive him. Or a fight that might end up ruining your reputation. It could be either the two or several other reasons are you going to meet Hudson or you go to Sheffield." Joshua's hand rubbed the back of his hair. Her words were with an iota
"It's so unbelievable how you upgraded to meet first class, I thought out of the fear in you that you might meet someone you know you would have taken a regular flight with." Joshua still looked at her, he wasn't sure of what to say, should he reply to her or keep his tongue coated inside his mouth while he gave her a hard stare. Pamela stuttered her hand digging into the seat rim and supporting herself that time Joshua to give her space to get down. "I don't expect to see you here, what is with you? Are you also here to scout me? Hudson sent you, did he not?" "No one sent me. If you're not going to give me a chance to pass and take my seat, I will have to ring the attendants." Joshua parts his lips like he was going to laugh but nothing comes out. "This is the most speechless I have ever seen you." She says sliding her pack into the seat beside her. "I-" He closes his eyes. " What are you doing here?" He asked again. "Ladies and gentlemen on behalf of t
"It feels like we need a safe word," Pamela said the lines around her eyes slowly fading. "I wouldn't allow it, neither of us is allowed to walk out and go the way we were before we boarded on this plane, we can't and you know how this trip is secret." "Okay pick it, what is our safe word?" Pamela anticipated tirelessly, she knew more than anyone that she got on this plane for her own reasons. Mind blown Joshua shrugs. "I'm as surprised as you are. I wouldn't know any, come on figure out one I will just have to live by the way." "What about blue for when it's right and red for when it's not," Joshua suggested, the scowl Pamela three his way we're oddly penetrative beyond his flesh. "Random as hell." "I like where this is headed already. Don't forget it's not a date." "We're going to Sheffield and they're known for their extra cautious lifestyle. It wouldn't help us last some days without getting discovered." She shrugs. Joshua grinned. "What is
Pamela walked the entry street by the woods, she sighs as her eyes catch the bus stop not far from where she stood, her hand to her knees and her forehead dripping with sweat. She doesn't know whether to say summer in Vancouver was far better but here her whole body is soaked up. "Thank heaven there is a bus stop right there." She dug her hand into her pocket and pulled out the hole from her pocket. Her head shook, she had no single glimpse of what Joshua's intentions were when he asked her to deliver the letter and what was inside the letter might bother her to try to figure out more but she dug it deeper inside her coat. "I shouldn't look beside it's not intended for me." She shakes her head and drops her hand from her pocket. Her superficial attempt to hold everything under her baby was a kind that feels so hefty. She finds herself fitted on the bench, beside her stood men who were dressed heftily, their voices the dark chrome of their dressing. Pamela blinked up wit
Pamela swat her hand to her face, she thought they were way past that. This hurts more than she could figure, what in God's name! Even as she feels her heart slamming against her rib cage and sweat dribbling down her spine. She forced a smile on her face. "What?" "I'm reminding you, did you send the note I told you to?" Joshua showed no restraint, his voice was purely authoritative, Pamela's eyes met his folded gaze she broke before she ran her hand along her jaw scratching through it as if there was a complete cold she had met the harbinger of death. "Yes, yes of course I was just going from there. It slipped my mind that I didn't let you know." Joshua's brow rises and she takes a step back as he takes a step towards her. Joshua's hand dribbled from his side and raised to touch the lips of the Pamela jacket that she wore. "You should lay this properly." He said then turned his back. Pamela clicked her fingers to the heart of her hand. Joshua's gaze was on her
"What is the name of the disease?" Joshua asked but the nun didn't reply to him. He put his hand against the counter with a vase and asked again. "What is the name?" His brow tint demandingly. "I'm sorry but that is all we could find, I can't pronounce it but I have everything emailed down to you. Got to take a look at it." The nun muttered. Joshua gulped, his eyes lingering relentlessly, If Joshua finds that what he thinks is true then it means. . . Well, he was too deep into his sleep with the call came in, his voice was trying to sound normal. Joshua couldn't quite think well enough. He let out a deep sigh and shifted to the side without letting the suspense die off, the nun vanished and killed the call. "Alright, Thank you, sister Mary. I quite think you have done enough." Joshua said over the phone and ended the call he dropped his phone by his side, in a toss that showed he wasn't sure what to do at the moment hen then let himself dribble his hand off his face as he fucking