“So basically, I ended the year with a loud bang.” Glen threw his half-eaten donut back inside the box. “If that doesn’t call for a celebration, then I don’t know what will.” Two weeks after returning to work from the holidays and Glen still couldn’t shut up about how he scored two women on New Year’s Eve.
Will made a face. “Hmmm…I don’t think so, buddy.”
Una sighed long and deep as she walked into her house that Friday afternoon. While all she did was sat in her class and hoped for it to be over soon, she felt worn out after a long day. Her quick visit to Professor Cullum’s office earlier that day also added to the stress she felt. Although she knew her professor was right, she needed to sort her major soon and start learning something that really mattered to her.And when her last class for the d
Every so often, Liezel’s eyes drifted across the office toward Sinclair’s office. Ever since her curiosity had led her to what might be her boss’ little secret, she’d grown more curious and anxious to know who was that man Sinclair met with. “So, what do you think is the real reason why Will took off early today?”Liezel looked up at Glen, who was standing just outside her cubicle with his arms crossed over his chest
“I still don’t know what to major in? What can I do?” Una mumbled to herself as she left Professor Cullum’s room, hurriedly leaving the university that Thursday afternoon.Una had tried to avoid dropping by at the professor’s office, but o
Liezel sat in the booth by the large window where she could see people passing by from inside. She stared at the steam slowly wafting into the air from the white cup that sat before a middle-aged woman on the polished wooden table. Her attention was suddenly interrupted when a group of women opened the door and leisurely strolled inside, engrossed in whatever conversation they were having before coming in. For a moment, she felt calm as she continued to watch the group laughing and talking.
When Liezel came to work that Friday morning, she only had one thing in her mind—to quit. She had enough. She was no quitter, but the thing with Sinclair was a lost cause. Storming toward her boss’ private office, she gathered every strength and confidence
The mind governed by the flesh is death…Lust—“What does a consci
“…but how can you be so sure that he won’t press charges after what you did?”“I’ll go and speak to him tomorrow.” Wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants, Will closed the door behind him.It was already almost midnight when they decided to climb to Una’s bed after finishing a tub of ice cream and a Chaplin movie. It had been a long and exhausting day for both of them, but most especially for Will
Will woke up on a couch in a corner with a mild headache, his hands shackled together while his feet were chained to the floor by his left ankle. He blinked and realized where he was―a concrete room that smelled of bleach, which was too familiar for him.