Pamela was still not in her right mind as she sat in the corner with glasses of whiskey on the table in her front. She glanced around and saw the bartender. "Extra whiskey. Flute…" She waved at the bartender from the corner where she sat.It was a club she left the house and got there instead of getting angry and breaking things at home, she escaped the trouble of it all."Miss I think you're pretty drunk, you should go home." The bartender leaned in to advise her."Show me what to do?" She gulped while saying she was pretty heavy and couldn't recall that this was a dilemma. "I don't want to hang around with you." She said casually and slouched back into the seat, she pulled forward, grabbed the flute from the table and raised it to her mouth."What? Didn't they bring one just now? How come I have just finished it? Is the glass leaking?" She tried to practicalize everything but her head was banging furiously. She swung the glass in her hand, her head to see backwards but not a single
The gangsters were surprised by how the man instantly drank from the glass instead of Pamela. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" The leader of the group asks with a clairvoyant glare at the man, from his strong arm to his cherry button-down shirt."I should be asking you that," Joshua said with a strong glare as he flipped back to face them. Pamela was still drunk, having low consciousness of the happenings in her environment she flipped back and forth, and her hand ran through her eyes."Who do you think you're to her?""I'm her friend and I drink it on her behalf." He pulled Pamela into his side and with a murderous glare he demanded they let him go.The man chuckled, they had him in their centre while they covered them."Joshua is that you," Pamela muttered leniently. "What are you doing here?" She chuckled lightly. "I think I'll drink for real this time.""You're undead drunk." He glared at the mob, "come on I will send you home. Let's go." Pamela was still stuck tongue side
Joshua walked on the empty road with his suit covering Pamela's lap as he backed her, her head resting on his shoulder with her bag in his hand.He stood by the side ramming through his head for a while, looking over his shoulder slightly he saw her angelic features from up close. He signed and made her hug him tighter.They trekked through to Joshua's penthouse, checked in and took her to his room, dumping her into the white bed-covered couch.His hand dips into the bed, shucking his suit from under her with the last ounce of strength he had, but she relaxes more. Joshua stuttered, fell onto the bed beside her and sighed, relaxing and shaking his head. His eyes were still drowsy.Pamela groaned and extended her arm onto his body. Joshua gave her a side glance that exploded into a loud smile. After a while, she grasps waking up."What! Where am I? What I'm I doing here?" She wondered and asked looking at the face of her rescuer she snapped tears of anger and disgust on her face."Jo
"Pamela, are you okay?" The drink was a hormone booster, it was triggering Joshua to act out of his intuition. "Just how much did you have to drink?" She wonders as he passes out beside her. Pamela sighed, she was up and looking at Joshua with a thankful smile she curled up beside him.Joshua woke up to Pamela beside him, her head spread across her face, his hand slowly trailed and circled it from her perfect face, though ruined with puffiness from a long cry.Joshua groaned as his gaze darted to his hand, with a glance he saw that it was bandaged up and smiled as he saw the first side kit on the small table beside the bed.He buttoned up his shirt and got his suit from where he laid it and got out."Make sure she is tended to." He tells the butler as had got into his G Wagon and rode months to Stark mansion."God, my head hurt a lot!" Pamela groaned, holding her hand to her head as the door electrode buzzed."Joshua is that you." She walked to the door and unlocked it."I believe yo
Joshua got down to the car, Priscilla waved at him to wait for her but he shrugged her off.The car rolled off and at the patio of the Stark company, there were reporters, especially those that support Mr Bennett. Not fazed by the banners and the crowd fighting for the man that he deserved something better."This is what these mosques ate ever good at slandering and taking what belongs to others.''"Good morning Mr Stark." The receptionist greeted him and then closed the double glass door instantly, the troops of the crowd clumped to it demanding access."Wrong perception, slander, they fucking believe whatever lies the media passes out to them and because of their verdict they are here claiming to be here for that fraud."He hit the palm of his hand furiously on the table causing all rattle at the lighter edge.Miss Laura, saw the vengeance and anger in his eyes, instead, she stood her ground and gulped with the millions going on in her head before moving closer to Joshua."This is
Mr Bennett chuckled over the phone, his leg trailing along making a dragging sound.'It's not too much I want my position back Mr Stark.''Joshua was silent; he reached for his water and took a tentative sip before settling back in his seat, finally looking up at the file again.Yep, his eyebrow was still raised, and now he was leaning forward, one elbow on the table, his chin resting in her hand and a glint in his eyes, perusing through it. “So…” Mr Bennet said, dragging out the word. Joshua didn’t know what he’d heard yet, wasn’t sure if Mr Bennett was being for real and had called for this or not, so he simply sat there and said nothing. His secretary came in as he buzzed her. One thing Mr Bennet was confident best about is how Joshua would defend himself.Mr Bennett knew how to play the game well, but, luckily, so did Joshua. Joshua frowned while flying through the papers he smiled, a slow, evil grin spreading across his mouth."Mr Bennett, I wouldn't do that, would you if you
On his way home he swings by hob the small black market that operates in an abandoned warehouse that once held coal.It was down the side when they came up with a more efficient way to transport and move the coal, the Hob interrogated if the government took the place. Most marketers are still closed by that time but then after a long wait Joshua going through his laptop found something he shouldn't see. This place is highly intriguing. Here stocks were sold and exchanged at a higher value. So if you have a stock in your local currency it is easy to sell it for a higher price.The first expression you will have is that the coal refining is ongoing.They easily shot a glare at him, painting him as a suspect in their illegal business, Joshua's hand tucked in his suit."What brought you here?" The man that wore a leather jacket and leather globe asked."Do you have a new partner?" He said without rolling his eyes."Not your kind, you prove a threat." The man double-crossed him, his ches
"There must have been some misunderstanding here, except for the coal I offer nothing." Mr Edinburg twitched his eyes and almost blinked."The fact that you deal with stock buying, investors coming here." Joshua manoeuvres his way to the spare room behind where Mr Edinburg stood. The space between them got tighter, more catastrophic as Joshua paced forward. The area is large, about twenty workers were present each having their eyes on Joshua as they noticed that things weren't going smoothly between their boss and the incomer.The man behind reading the dull treaty of the coal as he does at any point notices that people were probing into his capability. Joshua was not listening to any word he had himself convinced before coming here and this made Mr Edinburg wear a concerned look on his face."I'm afraid Mr Stark you've caught me. Well, it's not a lie what could we have done, the coal has lost its uniqueness, and the market no longer demands it.""But you are depreciating the value
Joshua almost choking on blood, Hudson twisted the knife into his gut, he felt like he should have himself down on a cliff but on second thought he could not quite sketch out why Hudson was greedy for what was not his. "How are you going to get the Stark when it's not even yours, your identity?" Hudson curled his eyebrow right at him and then began to chuckle. "Then what? Do you think I will think of something that will just remain solely as an illusion?" He sauntered over to Joshua. , "I'm a man of my ambition." "Hudson this will be interesting as you have declared your intention." Joshua laughed, choking on blood. His heart was dark and bloody. Hudson stood there In his hand was the blood-stained dagger he raised it straight pointing at Joshua. "When you have lived your entire life claiming the identity you're not, Hudson it will be hard to live without purpose." He looked around and then back to Joshua. "That is extreme." "I know but once you're dead nothing is stopping me."
Swirling around them was a cloud of dust from the sawmill where Joshua was held hostage. When he went out to meet with Peter earlier, something came up. Peter after spending time with him induced his water with a powder, his head spun around like he'd gotten into an accident, his heart started to beat slowly like everything he had worked hard for had lost its base, and his hands wobbled his head. Banging loud like it was hit by the hardest metal. Everything was so surreal and yet so copper in his throat. What kind of liquid was he induced with? He didn't know but he knew one thing for sure, this was not a mistake or a coincidence. Peter sat at the opposite seat and watched him while everything happened unwavering, Joshua fighting for his breath was like him watching a drama, a scary one he has gotten used to at that. "I don't like to see you like this Joshua but I have no option, never trust an enemy to be your friend." Peter's voice was screechy, stretching no tension. All Joshua's
"I have an idea, Let's run the DNA test and confirm the truth about Hudson." Miss Laura contributed. "You scared the crap out of me, Miss Laura," Pamela concluded. Pamela got that served quite cold and slowly she tried to regain her strength in an oblivious way, she blinked at Miss Laura, the relationship she had with her, she was quite sure if things go out the wrong way with the DNA she will be more than screwed. Joshua with the most condescending look sipped on his drink and relaxed on the sofa. "That is brilliant, I think it will work that way." Joshua agreed. Miss Laura and Joshua almost in unison glided their sight to Pamela. "What?! You're not expecting me to get it are you?!'' She shrugged, choking on her saliva. Pamela turned to look at Miss Laura. After what happened last night she couldn't get any closer to Joshua without it being suspicious. She huffed and rested her hand to the side of her face, her head hung in a sluggish tired way on the desk and Josh
Joshua was still shocked by Miss Laura back slashing attitude toward him. "Let me see what you have there." He said and Miss Laure forwarded her iPad to him. He read through it carefully then sighed. As if knowing what was going on he stared straight at Miss Laura. "Don't be like that." "Don't be like how we have gone this far and to think that some bastard is sitting up there… if this had no impact on you. You do it does on me, I can't let Hudson take charge." She clenched her jaw and felt the electric shock rifle up her jaw. "I will see what I can do about it." "Coward." Miss Laura hissed behind his back and he left her alone in the office entry. —--- "I can't believe this,'' Hudson said and he clasped his hands together while getting closer to the lady in front of him. "What do you believe?" Pamela scoffed. "The fact that you want to have me ruined or the fact that you figure out your dream will come true." Pamela bit her bottom lips, the word hurting through her mo
Joshua flew his gaze right at the mirror where he was unbuttoning his shirt, "It has already begun." He clenched his hand around the curtain and turned to give a second glance at the west wing of the room he had allocated to Pamela while they were there together. He pulled his suitcase towards himself and then dropped it, what if there was no reason for him? Likely he won't want to go back just as he thought about it closely. Every muscle in his body throbbed. But something like a weave of the thread was dragging him back. He wouldn't be able to make it and if he turns back now it means that everything he had worked hard for during his period while staying right here in Sheffield was nothing but a wasted time. The nun Mary has to meet with her as soon as possible to figure out more in regards to his twin brother. Could Hudson be lying, his medical report didn't reveal that he had any genetic disorder. But there was a chance that he fabricated it. He had to meet the nun. And his fligh
"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
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
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
"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