“Ok, that’s it, I think. Thank you both and just come back to the Resort tomorrow night at around 8 PM. Alright, goodbye now…”
”So you’ll be here tomorrow night?”
”Uhhh… I might be, but you’ll be meeting the Resort’s Coordinator and then the Fashion Designer so you will be very busy. And so will I, which means… no, we won’t be meeting tomorrow.”
Despite her make-up and wig, he would recognize her voice and
The Agpalza bodyguards finally let the gigantic military man inside the hospital suite after he was thoroughly frisked.The Major’s reaction was instantaneous, “Eric, my dearest brother, I am delighted to see you! Oh my good Lord how did you manage to get through the hospital staff at this hour?”
Lyra was completely losing it, but she can no longer help it…"YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! YOU SHITTY ASSHOLE! I TRUSTED YOU! I BELIEVED ALL YOUR BULLSHIT AND THIS IS WHAT I GET?!"It's instinctive for her to do this. It’s not just because she’s terribly disappointed with Hero but also because there is something inside her that just cracked and then… BOOM! "AND YOU SAID YOU'RE MY FRIEND?! WHAT A HELL OF A FRIEND YOU’VE TURNED OUT TO BE, YOU DICKHEAD!!!"Everything just spills out the second she felt the riding crop's leather handle touch her palm. All at once, she remembers the shock of seeing the Interviewer and realizing who he is… the memories of Hero’s assurance and even his care these past few months… the horror of dealing with her parents’ present hospitalization needs… and a hazy nightmare that keeps repeating in her head whether she’s awake or not, no thanks to Ed’s visit…YOU SAID I CAN TRUST YOU! YOU SAID ALL I NEED TO DO IS ASK YOU FOR HELP AND NOW YOU’RE MAKING ME DO THIS!
Two men walk into a room…About half an hour later, they are already sexually sated and have lighted cigarettes in the dark while lying naked on the rumpled bed. The first round is over so they choose to chat first before they go through another round.“So did she recognize you when you drove her home?”
Why aren’t you in class, Hero? Are you okay? Where are you right now?Three questions… At the very least I know that she's really sincerely worried about me. Fine, it may be because I’m still her student after all and the prof always cared about everyone in her classes. But at least she’s still concerned about me and I should be thankful for that.Hero starts typing down his answer and then presses send…
An 82-year-old man in a wheelchair, who looked like he was in his late 60's, was carefully pushed out of the Midnight Resort’s interview room by a tall and muscled young man of 19, who looked like he was 25. As the door closed, the younger male faced his grandfather and spoke in a low grim voice.“She’s lying. I’m sure of it.””Are you absolutely sure, Bien?”
It’s another day and another dollar for Edward Henry Malonzo. He happens to be a very expensive business analyst and his new boss has promised him more than a large salary in exchange for his skills. However, he would choose the bonuses that came with his latest career over the money any day.Hmmm... where is that parking space? Ah, there it is with my name written all over it and near the entrance. Just like I asked them to...He enters the glass double doors of the building. Hardly anyone greets him
“Bien, my boy! Finally, I see you and I am already feeling fully healed!””Dad, Mama thank you for cutting my exile short,” Hero jokes as he hangs his jacket on the classy coat rack near the door.His mother replies a bit tartly, “Well your father insisted that you come over. How can I refuse? Just, please, don’t upset him again.””Belle my love, can’t you see how active I’ve suddenly become when our son arrived? I’m sure I’ll be doing cartwheels by the end of his visit.””Well, I don't think I can stay long enough to upset anyone," the only son replies reassuringly, "I’ve finally found ourselves that Business Analyst and adviser that we’ve long needed for the Midnight Resort. We will be meeting after my visit here."Hero pulls out a white legal envelope from his leather jacket’s pocket and gives it to his parents. His mother takes it from him as if it was a fragile gold artifact and gently opens it. She takes out a multi-paged curriculum vitae and starts scanning the document.It took