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Karen stood by the window of the hotel room she stayed in. The curtain of the window was pulled open, letting the early morning sun sip into the room. She was still in her pyjamas, her hair was scattered, indicating that she just got out of bed. She stood, looking across the city from the window, her mind disturbed and in deep thoughts.“Had Jack realised that she was no longer in LA?” “Was he going to look for her?” the thoughts ran through her mind as the watched the beautiful sunrise.She soon got tired of standing and went to take her bath. Stripping naked, she walked into the Ensuite to take her bathe. She heated up the water and stepped into the bath, relaxing in the warm water.She soon finished taking her bath and stepped out of the water, wrapping herself in a long towel. She dried herself before creaming her body. She soon got dressed in jeans trousers, a blouse top and a long coat. It was around eight AM, the weather slightly unfriendly when she stepped out of the hotel bui
“Anne Jones.” Jack called the name again and she shook slightly at the sound of his tone. Many thoughts were running through her mind as she stood in front of her new boss. “Was she going to be sacked?” That was the biggest of them all.“Take a seat”“Huh!” she exclaimed before she could even stop herself. To say she was shocked was saying things too lightly. She was bewildered, she was stunned completely.“I said, take a seat.” Jack had to repeat himself twice before the words finally sank in. He was offering her a seat in his office. She began sweating as she timidly took one of the leather chairs opposite him. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, her head bent as she muttered a quick prayer.Once she was seated, not comfortable though. No staff could be comfortable being in that position with Jack, Jack hard voice stated“Tell me about the corruption scheme y'all run in my company.”Her head whirled aggressively to stare at him, her heart almost stopped beating at that moment as
“You can't leave.” one of the men spoke out calming. He held a stick of lit cigar in his hand. He had strands of grey hair on his hair. He had thick beards too and spoke with an accent. He was a black American. “Well, Michael didn't tell me so.” Damian argued. Michael was the man who had introduced him to the organization. He never spoke of the process to leave the organization, and that was because none of them brought it up. Damian didn't know if it was possible to leave, but he had to push his luck.“Why do you want to leave?” Karen's dad asked, his voice calm, yet demanding. “I made a promise to someone I loved, that I was going to come back for her, and I hope to fulfill that promise.” he answered, leaving the men speechless. Karen's father bent his head in shame and regret as a sharp pain hit his heart. He had left his family many years ago while he was poor, and even when he got his hands dirty and got rich, he refused to return to his family. Instead, he stayed back, making m
She sniffled as she got back from her reverie and realized that she was crying. She had been crying silently for over fifteen minutes as she thought about her past. She looked round the cafe, trying to detect if she had drawn attention to herself, but found everyone focused on themselves, apart from the man who was staring at her intently. He was seated at the table beside her. He wore black suit and held a cup of coffee in his hand, but his gaze was fixed on her, his gaze was deep and intense, like he was searching for something. She stared at him for few seconds, and when he didn't remove his gaze, she reluctantly peeled her eyes off him, returning it to her cup of coffee. She took a sip from her coffee and almost spit it back. The coffee had gotten really cold. She returned the cup to the table and signaled a waiter over. “Get me one cup of coffee. This one had gotten really cold.” she said to the waiter, pushing the cup of cold coffee to her. She nodded with a smile, picked it up
Damian parked his car in front of his newly acquired mansion. He was dressed in a black suit. He stepped out of the car, pulling his sunglass on as he stood by the Bentley admiring the duplex he now owned. This was his first day back in Los Angeles. After successfully pulling out of the organization by signing a compromise, he had made quick actions on his relocation. He contacted a real estate agency in search of a house and few hours later he was the official owner of a house, a beautiful duplex mansion. “It feels good to be home” he stated, whiffing the fresh air around him. His house was a big duplex With a big lawn and a swimming pool and had cost him quite a fortune. To him, it was just one of the sacrifices he had to make to be with Karen again.Karen sat at her favourite corner in the coffee shop, sipping a cup of hot coffee and skimming through a fashion magazine. Her focus was solely on the magazine in front of her that she didn't notice a figure take the seat in front of he
He took another swing from his glass, emptying the glass before dropping it on the bar counter. He dropped a few paper notes under the glass before getting up. “I've dropped a tip. I should get going.”He walked out of the bar, got into his car and drove off, followed by some of his men.“Harry, I have something important to tell you. Please can we meet later in the evening for dinner?” Harry's girlfriend said into the call. They were currently on a phone call, and from her tone, he could tell that something was wrong.“What's wrong, babe?” he asked, already feeling really worried. “I will tell you when we meet. Take care.” she replied, dropping the call. He stared at the blank screen of his phone in surprise. Everything about the phone call sounded strange. She sounded different on the phone and it made him concerned. He dropped his phone and returned to work. He was going to focus on that later.Chelsy, Harry's girlfriend paced around her room after dropping the call with him. How w
Karen stepped inside her room in her beautiful duplex. The house still looked the same from how she left it, just that it needed a minor clean up session. She walked to to the window and pulled the curtain open, allowing the sun seep into the room.She had arrived by flight some minutes ago and had avoided the public eye. Though her situation with Jack had gradually died off, there were still some obsessed fans who were lurking around. The drive from the airport to her house had lasted fifteen silent minutes. She had taken the time to think. She was finally returning to Los Angeles after over a week and if not for her father who had suddenly showed up, she could have spent more days there.She wasn't prepared to see Jack. Infact, she would never be prepared to meet him, but she knew she would have to meet him soon. Frankly, she really missed him, but she would rather deny it. It was better that way. She was yet to come to a decision over her unborn child. Would she let Jack back into h
Damian yawned as he woke up from his sleep. It was another beautiful day, and he quickly adjusted to life back in Los Angeles. He turned to the bedside table, picked up his phone and switched it on before getting out of the bed. He walked into the ensuite and took a shower before going downstairs.“Good morning sir. The meal is set on the dining table.” his domestic maid announced as soon as he saw him walk down the stairs. He nodded at her, going towards the dining room. He took a seat at the end of the table and uncovered his plate.“Soon, it'll be me and Karen on this dining table.” he thought to himself before digging into his meal.He had spent over a week since his return to Los Angeles, and those days have been very busy ones for him. He had to clear up some documents. He wasn't working yet. He had saved enough money to take care of him for the next ten years without having to lift a muscle. He had made a smooth transition too from the organization in New York.His phone beeped,