“Thank you for stepping in, Max. There are a few topics that we need to talk about,” Jack said, opening the door, letting the team leader in and closing it after him so they could finally walk to his desk. Jack sat on his office chair while the mad one took one of the seats in front of his superior's desk. “Of course, boss, what would you like to discuss with me?” Max replied distractedly, with that air of 'Just remember, I’m the best you got!’ that Jack was getting so tired of. “First of all, we need to talk about you being late today. Can you tell me what happened to you, and why I was not given any prior notice so I can find someone available that can take your place? I had to find a replacement on the fly. Luckily no one got hurt, but an accident was barely avoided because of you not being here.” “Oh, my cellphone had a small accident, boss, and I couldn’t make the call early in the morning,” the logger lied. Just at that moment, however, his phone sounded off loudly, as he u
There’s a saying that things look different when you see them at night, and since he had only seen the house during the nighttime - and his concentration was completely focused on SOMEONE else - he was practically seeing it for the first time. And he was quite amazed at what he was seeing. It didn’t look anything like a farmhouse. As a matter of fact, it looked like one of those old Victorian homes in Germany, with porches going around the house, multiple floors, and a signature spire that’s the highest part of the structure. The tall windows with slightly frosted glass and mosaic accents on top completed the magnificent antique finish of the residence. There’s even a part that slightly resembled a typical creamy white American country home with flower-filled window planters, grey bricks, and a spacious patio space in front. In broad daylight, this was a far cry from the dark shadowy Addams family-like mansion that he saw last night. The city boy, who had never really cared much ab
Speaking of impressive homes... The three-story mansion - not counting the attic and basement - had at least 22 rooms and a dozen of those had their own full bathrooms with bathtubs or hot tubs, while the rest just had the basic shower and toilet. However, those still had the johns that flushed automatically, faucets that flowed on their own when your hands were underneath them and high-end hot showers with rainfall shower heads. Yes, those were actually just the bathrooms… The whole house was mostly automated, run by a central computerized system that could be activated by voice commands, and a security system that was the best money could buy. And, as expected, the owner truly had a lot of money to buy everything and anything he wanted… Well, almost anything. Because right now, as he was lounging beside his humongous rooftop infinity pool with black tiles and strong jets of water that doubled as fountains at the flip of a switch, he was intently thinking of a special “someone”
"This is just perfect! I’m glad you’re here, Eron, because Di will let me go into the garage now and that’s where Mason kept all of his machines and tools and gizmos. We should go there later… Whoa, your back muscles are really hard! You working out, because there’s gym equipment in the garage too, and...” "And this is where the library is, because Diwa loves books. We didn’t use to read when our parents were still alive, but now, she’s gotten us into it and we’re hooked so… Wow! These are pretty big biceps! What do you do for a living?” "We have a playroom, too. We don’t keep dolls because they are scawy but we have stuffed animals. I have a horsey and a big wolfie and lots of small cat plushies. I want to introduce you to them and… Oh geeeezzz, what big hands you haaaaave!!!” "Guys! Guys! GUYS!” Di finally shouted with a small laugh. “Stop mishandling my future pa... renter! He won’t be able to pay for his room if he ends up in the hospital!” "I don’t break that easily, Miss Diwa
"I can't believe how amazing she is, even when it's just giving a simple tour of her own house." Eron couldn't help but say this to himself as he watched her show him around the second floor. They've gone through the girls' rooms, the boy's room, the playroom, the library and the other three remaining empty rooms, and he fervently wished that the tour was longer so he could just hear her talk while they were alone together. “And this is the last of the vacant rooms on this floor. If you still aren’t sure about it, you can always take the other rooms on the ground floor. They are slightly smaller than any of the rooms here, but they are more easily accessible than up here. There are also other rooms upstairs and, in the attic, but then you’d all be on your lonesome. We hardly go up there, you see, since all of us sleep on this floor and have the library and playroom here as well.” The Charmer had not really been paying attention to the quality of the rooms being shown him within the
The patio doubled as the house's breakfast room. For now, it felt more like a party area due to the laughter, giggles, happy tones and the continuous stories that Diwa and Eron were telling the kids... Of course, the one they insisted on hearing first was the accident that happened at the lumberyard that morning. It was interesting that the two adults were both telling the story in sync with each other, even finishing each other's sentences. They weren't aware, but the young ones were. And that added to their surprise and awe as they listened to their surrogate mom and her new boarder. "He picked me and Jack up, and I immediately checked him if he was hurt," the landlady said, as she poured her and Eron a new batch of tea. "Good thing he only had a small wound on his elbow." "Not even a deep one, too. It was just a scratch, see," the man assured his audience as he showed them a small square of gauze and a bit of bandage on the lower part of his forearm. "Good thing Jack and your ma
The children’s parents had to be transferred to their uncle’s home while they were sick so that they could be taken care of. Well, Diwa was the only one who took care of them since her husband never seemed to go to the sick room out of fear of the fatal illness that was taking so many lives in their village. Also, she didn’t want the children exposing themselves to their parents’ sickness. However, the kids were so intent on helping out their benefactors that they were helping out with cleaning the house and even preparing the meals. Di also felt that this was their way of letting their parents feel they love them still, despite being sick. After all, the three couldn’t exactly hug and snuggle with their mom and dad during this time. Because of this, Diwa also spent a lot of time with the children, trying her best to comfort and encourage them during these dark times. Unknown to her, her husband was now starting to resent the attention she was giving to his brother’s family. He see
It was the longest argument they've ever had as husband and wife, but Diwana knew that she wouldn't just give up the fight. Honestly, to her, her moment of silence was just a break since she needed to do something which was equally important... So right after the fight, Diwana went to check on the kids, wondering now what she could tell them, but determined to find a way to keep them together and with her, despite what her husband said... Whatever her husband said! “Erica,” Di called, walking around, knocking on the door of their rooms, without hearing an answer or noises, not their voices, or the normal sound of movement in a kid’s and teenager’s room. “Macky?” she tried again… A feeling of anxiety started to grow in the back of Diwana’s mind, and a knot started forming in the pit of her stomach. Di started walking faster, checking room after room. She then went to the garden, the backyard, and the kitchen. At the end of her search, she ran through the house, yelling their names