"Just open the door and I'll make your wish come true." Brant teased. He spoke over the phone, while simultaneously knocking on the door.'Shit!' she cussed inwardly, she looked at herself in the mirror. She already had her blonde wig on and had started doing her nose mould, 'how the hell am I gonna take this off? He cannot see me like this!' she cried inwardly.She took a deep breath, contemplating on what to do, while choosing to ignore Brantley's teasing and disturbing persistent knocking."Oh damn!" She exclaimed out loud just when she was about to pull off her wig."What?" Brant paused and asked. Of course, the call was still connected so both of them could get each other.She ignored him. She just remembered that Brantley already knew about Phoebe Rogers, in fact, he met Phoebe Rogers yesterday.She marched to the door and pulled it open, transferring aggression on my poor door."Phoebe?" Brant called out unconsciously."What do you want this morning and how the hell did you kno
"You categorically refused me from visiting these angels, how do you feel about that?" Brant verbally attacked Mila as they drove back to the office."What the hell are you talking about? Aren't we just from the orphanage?" Mila furrowed her brows in confusion."On Sunday, remember? If I did not show up this morning and if Carol did not fall ill, then…" "What is the big deal in it by the way?" Mila just could not comprehend his level of pettiness."The big deal is that I want to know more about you." "I told you, the more you know about me, that is the closer you get to your grave." She said coldly."I am capable of taking good care of myself, and I can protect you too." "You cannot protect me!" "Ev…" he started."Just, cut it already, ok? It's pointless going back and forth with you about the same damn topic." She cut in."Jeez! you are always gloomy!" He murmured, but she caught it.She lightly punched his tummy. "I'm not gloomy!""Ouch!" He held his stomach with one hand while
"I want you to sell your shares!"She was about to stand up when he voiced those words.She slowly adjusted herself back in her seat, took off her sunglasses and stared at the man sitting opposite her.She did not lose her smile, "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you clearly?" She asked politely.Her tummy was churning with anger, 'how dare he say something like that?'"I want you to give up your shares, you would be compensated accordingly." He repeated.She chuckled, "Please tell me why I should do something like that, convince me!" She maintained her cool."It is my company, everyone there is family. I get to decide who joins the family and who doesn't. I do not trust you, therefore, you cannot be part of the family!" He stated bluntly.Her hands were resting on the table, she took them off and placed them on her lab. She clenched her fist so tightly that her palms were white.Good thing she did not have long nails or artificial nails, or else she could have dug those nails in her
Mila's POVI have a weakness for science…weakness I'll say, because I just could never ignore anything that science had to offer. Knowledge is power, but not when you are dead.Maybe I concluded too soon, but honestly, I know that I saw my life flash before my eyes just before everything went blank…completely blank!My head spun as though I were in an active tornado. I did not see this coming, but I knew what was coming…dead__more pain!'The driver!' A voice yelled in my head. I struggled to force my eyes open. They blinked, but the muscles around there were just too weak to function.'You have to stay awake Mila, get up!' I heard my mother's distant voice echo in the back of my head as though she were around, whispering.I pulled my body a little, even if my eyes could not open, adrenaline made me move my legs, they moved. I forced my eyes open, they finally did. I noticed that my head was downwards and my body….my body was held in place, thanks to the seat belt.My hold body was n
I was pulled like a rag and shoved behind a deserted car to take cover. I was about yelling at Flynn but I held my words when I saw the face in front of me."It is risky, Monsieur." The young office said to me."There's a lady in the car, I need to get her out of there before it explodes!" I yelled at him. I was not ready for all their safety protocol rubbish!"Just stay here, I'll go find her." The officer offered.I obeyed.He held his gun at trigger point, looked around him before rushing right in-between the crossfire. I tilted my body a little, so that I could spy what was going on, but without putting myself in harm's way…I'll gladly do it for Mila though.When Randy noticed the cop rushing towards the toppled Uber, he slowly closed up on the young man, covering for him."She is not here, Sir!" The cop yelled from the crash site. I could hear him clearly from where I stood."Damn it, Mila!" Where could you have gone?" I looked around, trying to access the vicinity, allowing myse
Two weeks passed."Anything?" Brant asked as soon as Randy walked in."Nothing Sir." Brantley drew in a deep breath."So what news do you bring?" "The hospital called, they have found a donor for Carol and it is a match. If you want the surgery to push through, your presence is needed for signing the necessary documents." Randy reported.Brant nodded. "Anything else?" "That's all. I'll be around if you need me." And with that, Randy took his leave.Brant twirled the pen in his hand, rotating it in-between his fingers.His strong jaw muscles were gradually disappearing behind his overgrown beard, making him look ten years older than his actual age.He looked up when the office door opened. It was his father."You still haven't opened the windows? It is dark and eerie here." Mr White complained."Hmm." "Your secretary hasn't come back from vacation?" Mr White asked.Brant's heart twisted in his chest, almost squeezing the life out of him. He kept his cool, "Yeah." He replied coldl
"Mr White? You came!" Carol called out joyfully in a weak voice when she saw Brant walk in."I told you that it is ok to call me Brantley right?" With a white rabbit stuffed toy in his hand, he leaned down and kissed the little girl on her forehead before handing her the rabbit."Thank you Brantley!" She hugged it."You hold that and know that you've always got a friend with you, ok?" He spoke softly to the fragile girl.Carol nodded."Hello Stacy." Brant greeted Stacy who had planted herself quietly at one corner in the room."Hello Mr White, Miss Rogers still isn't back from her trip?" "Not yet." He hesitated for a moment before replying.He could see the sadness on Carol's face. He'd told everyone who knew Phoebe Rogers that she'd gone on an impromptu business meeting out of the country.He'd told those who knew Fabiola that she'd gone for a family expedition…his father and the others in the company bought it.But this child….Carol. He knew just how much Phoebe meant to her and h
"How are we going to war if we don't know where our enemy lounges?" Carl asked after a few seconds of silence."Hmm, I know just where to find him. He is still a kid in business and probably still needs to take ghost lessons from me." Grandmaster stated in a deep voice.Carl's eyes bulged open."You..you.. know him?" Carlson stuttered.His father looked at him. "Come with me." He deliberately ignored Carl's question.They walked to the court yard where Dom had both men on their knees, brutally beaten and chained up like animals.Any ordinary person would puke at such an inhuman sight. The courtyard was filled with gunmen randomly stationed."We would send a message to the Glacier Cartel!" Grandmaster announced audibly.The whole yard was dead silent."At twilight, I want his head in a box!" Grandmaster stated, pointing at one of the hostages."Package it and send it as an express mail package!" He passed the final offer.Dominique nodded. He was the executionist. It was his job to ma