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Lucas Blakes seemed taken aback by Shirley's question so he didn't answer immediately. However, his expression turned sour as he too dropped his cutleries and leaned back on his chair, searching Shirley's eyes. "You were intimately involved with Max, so shouldn't you know? Didn't he tell you how he was sent by the government to spy on me and stop me from uncovering the truth about your mother's death? Did he not?" There was a certain heaviness with which Mr. Blakes spoke. Judging from how her father was speaking, Shirley could tell that he was expecting her to be surprised and even shocked by his sudden revelation about Max being a spy. So she feigned the reaction he was expecting. She knew her father well enough to know that he wasn't accusing her with his choice of words, he was simply revealing something to her. "Max was a spy sent by the government?" she asked, even lowering her voice so it was almost a whisper and pulling off a quite appalled expression on her face. He nodded
She gasped when he grabbed her waist from behind, and then started to relax when she caught his familar scent. "I thought you were tied up with work and couldn't make it for my ballet," Shirley said, turning from the window to face him. Her lips was curved to form a pout. A cute pout. Charles smiled lightly, and then reached out to touch Shirley's face. His fingertips carassed her cheek and she heaved in a deep breath as her chocolate brown eyes stared into his hazel ones. "I was only pulling your legs babe. There is just no way I would miss your ballet," he said and leaned his face forward, capturing her lips in a light kiss. "Well, I am so happy, you are here," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. He smiled and rubbed his forehead against hers. "I have something for you by the way," Charles said and pulled away from her. He walked towards the door of the VIP suite and opened the door. He bent down slightly to pick something from the floor, only taking a step outside, and
Her room was a complete mess. The drawers of the table, which served as her study space and sometimes an office space, was overturned. Her wardrobe was ajar and her limited edition dresses were strewn all over it and on the floor too.Even the book shelf, which hung on one side of the wall, in a corner of the spacious bedroom, was a total mess. Some of its books were on the floor, while the rest just lay scattered all over the book shelf.Shirley was bent over a box, which was on the floor, searching for something. There was a pained expression on her face as she literally threw away all the contents of the box, and let out a frustrated groan."Why can't I f*king find it!" she kept mumbling as she moved to her school bag, lying on the floor beside the table. She opened it and started to take out its contents, one at a time. Another frustrated groan escaped her throat when she was done emptying it.St
It was drizzling slightly. Shirley walked out of the car and took light steps towards the entrance of Pandora University. After one hell of a weekend, she wasn't exactly thrilled to be back in school that Monday. One of the bodyguards had an umbrella over her head as she walked.Shirley Blakes was in her third year, studying Business Administration.When she stepped into the lobby and started for the locker room, she halted when she realized that Mr. Bernad, the head bodyguard was still following her."You are probably going to follow me to class as usual, aren't you?" she said sarcastically, turning to face him."Umm, I am only obeying your father's orders," he said and she scoffed."Whatever," she blurted out as she spotted Emily. She started to approach her.Shirley's father had been the one to personally enroll Emily in the university as soon as the
Maxwell hurried out of his car and rushed into the headquarters of the secret service he worked for. The director and a few of his colleagues were already inside, speaking solemnly about something."What is going on?" he asked the director.Mr. Thomas Finn, a well built man in his early forties, was the director of The Defense Intelligence Agency. He was a tall man."There is a situation. The senator's daughter has been kidnapped," he informed."The senator's daughter... Was that not Shirley Blakes, the nation's fairy?" he thought."Okay... But this isn't exactly in our jurisdiction, is it?" Max asked. It was taking all of his willpower to hide his anxiety and worry. Why was he so worried about this girl? He had no idea!Even though it was the senator's daughter that was kidnapped, they didn't usually take care of situations like this, hence his confusion.
"It doesn't make any sense," Max said in a voice so quiet. So quiet that the rest of his team almost didn't hear him.They were in the basement of Maxwell's villa. The basement was designed with high technology. The walls were not just soundproofed but bulletproofed as well. There was a warbrobe filled with different types of arms. Shawn was standing in front of it, running his fingers through one gun to the next."What doesn't make sense?" Amy asked. She was standing beside Maxwell, looking at the plan drawn by the director, on a big paper spread across the table. Maxwell was tracing something in the plan with his fingers."The terrorists know we are coming," he declared."What?" Shawn asked, leaving the guns and moving to the table to stand with the rest. He raised an eyebrow at Maxwell."The vandals know how big of a request they are making by asking for that USB drive and the
Shirley didn't know for how long Linda used her as a punching bag, only that her entire body was now numb yet Linda didn't stop. Closing her eyes, she heaved in a deep breath. "Is this how I am going to die? Being beaten to death?" Shirley's thoughts spurned. As she felt herself slowly losing consciousness, there was a sudden thud, like someone had knocked the door of the room off and stormed in. "Had help come?" Shirley wondered. But she knew better than to be relieved just yet. Next she heard gunshots. It was almost like a shotgun carnival. It made her ears start to ring and hurt at the same time. She was lying sprawled on the floor, on her side. Shirley heard Linda's scream, and then the gunshots stopped. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes open as a result of the sinking sensation she felt, like she was sinking into her subconsciousness. And there was also the throbbing pain, which was literally emanating all over her body. She didn't know where she gathered the str
"Dad please! I just want him to be my personal bodyguard_ the man that saved me," Shirley's chirpy voice resonated in the house. Mr Lucas Blakes sighed, and then slowly started to put away his laptop. His daughter was at it again. Ever since she was discharged from the hospital three days ago, it was all she talked about. "Look, it isn't that easy," Mr Blakes stated. "But you are the senator, dad. You can make it happen. You can make anything happen," Shirley countered, her eyes boring into her father's. She was standing right in front of where he was seated, in his office space in the house. "That feels nice to my ears _ the part about me being able to make anything happen but it isn't exactly simple this time. The people that saved you are special agents, feds. They work for the government not private individuals," Mr Blakes tried to explain. He stood up slowly from his chair, creasing the lines on his forehead. "But you can at least find him... I just... I just want to see him