ALEX“The eleventh person had just died in the hospital,” Grayson said after he put down the phone. Three days had passed since the catastrophe, and there were still seven people lying in the hospital in less than stable condition.I hit the table with my fist and cursed. Matthew Christopherson, the construction manager, four supervisors, six engineers, Grayson, and I were sitting in the conference room, trying to establish all the facts. I rose to my feet. My eyes went around the table as I met everyone's gaze. “Could someone explain to me what the fuck happened up there?”Matthew worked his jaw before facing me. “The southern wall cracked at the top. Then a few more cracks followed, fracturing the wall, breaking the floor, and finally causing three floors to collapse in the entire area of the southern wing.”I drew a heavy breath, barely containing the fury raging within me. "When did it all start?" I asked and saw everyone lowering their gazes. “Were those cracks even reported befo
SARAHIt was a little after 10 PM. I was sitting at the police station, talking to Detective Charles Gibson. The rather friendly, dark-skinned man with a short black beard seemed hell-bent on finding the so-called robbers. The truth was, I didn't know what to call those men because, as I carefully checked, they hadn't stolen a single thing from my apartment.Once the forensic team arrived, I was allowed to take a few personal items. Of course, I did it under their supervision. It sickened me. My clothes and lingerie were all over the place. Those who had broken into my apartment touched them and tore them apart, and now the same shreds and pieces of something that had belonged to me were examined by a large group of policemen. The most intimate things I had were now presented for everyone to see…I felt violated.Nonetheless, I needed to forget about my shattered dignity. I had to protect Liam. I packed some of his toys and clothes and took him to Joy's apartment. Fortunately, she had
I blinked, the name Alex said echoing inside my head. “Um… who?”He scratched his chin. “I think it might be better if we continue this conversation somewhere… more private.” He gestured at his car, and a moment later, we were heading to this more “private” place Alex mentioned.He took a turn by Central Park and parked the car in front of something that looked like a cozy café. He walked out of the car and rushed to my side, helping me out. I drew a nervous smile as he extended his hand. His little gentlemanly gestures woke up the hyperactive butterflies in my stomach. He tangled his fingers with mine and led me inside.The place was all bricks and wood and was filled with an amazing scent of coffee. Well, he was right about the privacy since, for some completely incomprehensible reasons, this place was completely empty. “This place is owned by my friend, and he is rather discreet,” Alex explained, leading me to one of the tables close to the counter before adding dryly, “Although he
ALEXI'd noticed a certain black car behind us a few minutes earlier. I'd slowed down slightly and waited for the SUV to pass us. It hadn't. I had taken a turn I normally wouldn't have chosen, but after a few minutes, the black car was still on our tail. Shit.“You have your seatbelts on?” I asked, looking at Sarah. She nodded, and I corrected my grip on the wheel. “Hold on. We will try to lose him.”I looked ahead. The lights had just turned green. I hit the gas and jerked the wheel, turning into the left lane. I heard Sarah gasp as the sudden rush pushed her back into the seat. “You're OK?” I glanced at her and saw her nervously biting her lip but nodding. I smirked and sped up, swiftly maneuvering between two lanes.The black SUV was still visible in my rearview mirror. The fucker behind the wheel surely didn't care about being discreet, and that definitely was not a good sign. The car following us sped up, passing two cars, closing the space between us, and nearly hitting my bumpe
SARAHWhen I returned to Joy's apartment, she led me to the guest's room with half-sleepy eyes and quickly returned to bed. I knew she had to go to work early, so our conversation about Alex and everything that had happened in Phuket had to yet again wait.Thankfully, she had only a few things in our apartment, and for some reason, those who had so violently invaded our privacy spared her favorite Death Note sweatshirt and Tokyo Ghoul trench coat. That made me feel a little bit less guilty for occupying her apartment.By the time the sound of the obnoxious alarm in my phone spread across the room, Joy was already gone. I wished she didn't have to leave for work so early. I could really use a friend at that moment…I drew a deep breath and painted a bright smile. I did it for Liam. I didn't want him to see me anxious or sad. Of course, he was aware of what had happened at our apartment, but I didn't let him see what those bastards did. I told myself that I was going to clean this mess
I jerked up from the sofa and walked over to Joy's kitchen, thinking it would be better if I spared her listening to my conversation with Alex's brother. I took the call.“Hi, Cameron.” I heard my voice and instantly wanted to punch myself. It was too strangled, too high-pitched, and just far too awkward.“Hello, Sarah.” Unlike mine, his voice was steady and deep. “How was your business trip?”A nervous laugh broke free. “It was... good,” I managed. “Promising…” I had never told him where I had gone. The only thing he knew was that I was about to start a new project, and that required me to often go abroad.“Good to hear that. Listen, I'm calling because there's an annual charity gala where my entire family shows up. It's happening this Friday. I'd like you to go there with me... as my girlfriend.”Oh. My. God. I closed my eyes and sucked in a sharp breath. I would have wanted him to say it aloud only a week ago, but now? Now everything was different. I couldn't let him think that the
I forced a deep breath into my lungs. My mimic muscles already hurt from stretching my lips and keeping a smile on my face. The mask I crafted just before I met with Cameron was about to break into dust, and without it, my nervousness would become more than obvious. We were sitting in a French restaurant not far from the Ravenford Corporation Building. Cameron was wearing a light gray three-piece suit, which caused him to look younger and more approachable, but not a bit less charming. I ordered a salad while Cameron had something I couldn't even pronounce. We sat in silence for more than a few minutes. I pretended to be busy chasing cherry tomatoes around my plate, trying to stab them with my fork. Cameron seemed to patiently endure my awkwardness… until his patience eventually vanished. He put down his knife and fork and sighed. “Talk to me, Sarah. What's going on?” I shifted my gaze, reluctantly meeting his. My smile faded. “I've been thinking about… a lot of things recently…” I
ALEXTwelve people. That turned out to be the final number of deaths. Twelve people died during the catastrophe on our construction site. With all the news about the previous attacks leaking to the press, our unbuilt hotel in Brooklyn Heights had already been declared a cursed place. Just fucking perfect. We might as well use it in our marketing campaign. Perhaps we should also modify our advertising and start including all the paranormal sites. “Stay for the night and see if you live ‘til dawn!” That could have been the headline for our campaign.Yes, sarcasm and dark humor were now taking the place of anger and determination. I was fucking tired of waiting. I waited for the investigation to end. I waited for the moment we could finally take action because we could only do so once we knew who to blame. I waited for the moment the press stopped calling my office and asking questions I couldn't answer. I waited for this fucking storm to calm down…I finished my fourth espresso and step