THE RINGING STOPPED and Ambert heard a female voice from the other line.“Hello,” he greeted back calmly. “Is this Nancy?”“Yes, this is Nancy,” she said, her voice sounding exuberant and younger than her forty-four years. “Who is this?”“This is Ambert Torres,” he introduced himself.“Ambert Torres?”“Yes, ma’am.”She didn’t speak for a few seconds. “Of the Torres Family?” then she asked, her voice sounding a bit incredulous.“Yes, ma’am.”“No kidding?”“No kidding.”“Oh!” she quipped, which sounded happy. “I will need a proof, first,” she chuckled. “I don’t know Mr. Ambert Torres personally and I’m not expecting a call from him. You might be a scammer or a hacker targeting my fat bank account.” She chuckled again, and then said. “Please speak again.”“I’m not a scammer, ma’am.”“Speak again, please.”“What do you want me to say?”“Nothing substantial, really,” she said, he could picture her smiling widely at that moment. “I just want to hear your voice. But there, I believe you no
AMBERT STOOD UP as Nancy walked towards him at the lobby. The big smile on her face seemed genuine as they shook hands. She seemed excited to meet him, and he remembered those genuine chuckles of her while they were talking on the phone earlier. She seemed to be a cheerful person, that it would be extremely far-out for somebody to think that she would be capable of mayhem. If she was an actress, she would probably be typecast as a loving and adorable aunt, ever protective to her nieces and nephews, one that would always be horrified even at the pettiest of crimes.Nancy was still in her office attire: dark blue blazer, white dress shirt and dark blue pants. He too was still in his office outfit, which was a two-piece suit. She was petite, probably standing at five feet two inches, and she had white complexion, slim figure and was bespectacled. And despite the glasses, he could still see her laughing eyes. He just hoped that it would still be laughing after their conversation. We need
“THERE’S A YOUTUBE video of you slapping her and pulling her hair,” Ambert said, choosing to ignore Nancy’re action. Then, he glanced at his cell phone which he still was holding. “That’s physical injury. You want me to show it to you?”Nancy remained seated. She became quiet again, but Ambert could hear a storm brewing inside her. He continued eating and waited for her to calm down as an agitated Nancy would be harder to convince.“Okay, yes, I slapped her.”“Why?”Nancy squinted at him. “For real?”“For real what?”“You don’t know why I slapped her?”“I don’t,” he said. “I have my suspicions, but I don’t have proof.”She sneered. “I have no doubt that you hired a private detective,” she said. “So, it’s either you didn’t ask your detective to dig deeper, or he dug deeper but found nothing remarkable because he’s not that smart. But then, why won’t you get curious on why I slapped her, in a very public place at that? I could follow her inside a rest room and maul her there without a w
“IS THAT LAYLA?” Nancy asked him while Ambert hesitated on what to tell the manager. “I called her up before I got here. I told her we’re meeting to talk about her.”“You should have asked my permission first,” he told her, stopping himself from gritting his teeth.“Ambert, my dear,” she said, a wry smile shaping on her lips. “You invited me to talk about her without her permission.”I was doing her a favor, he wanted to tell Nancy.But could you really do someone a favor without that someone asking for a favor? What if the favor you thought you were doing for them turned out to be harmful? What if because Nancy thought that he was meddling, instead of stopping, she would hasten her plan of harming Layla? He wanted to wipe imaginary dirt on his forehead. What had he done? He felt an urge to purse his lips. But he didn’t want to show Nancy that he was being affected negatively. And when you really think about it, now that Nancy knew that he knew about it, she would think twice befor
“I HIRED A detective,” Ambert said.He was expecting to see fury on Layla’s face but what registered there was frustration—and helplessness. “You really shouldn’t have done that,” she said in a weak, unconvincing voice. “I was just trying to amend.”“Amend how?”“Did you know what happened to her family?” Layla asked her, voice breaking.“Tell me,” he said, just to goad her to continue talking and let it all hang out.“Ralph, her husband, was sent to a mental institution,” she said, voice on the brink of crying. “Their daughter, Michelle…” She spoke haltingly, pain hovering on her face like an unwanted mask. “She almost died… she tried to commit suicide by overdosing on pills… she survived but her kidney and other organs were damaged… she’d need dialysis all her life… she’s sickly now, she even suffers from, some memory loss at times… She paused and stared blankly in front of her. “I’ve ruined her life.”Ambert already knew that and it was the most painful part of the detective’s repo
LAYLA LOOKED AT Ambert abruptly with wide eyes. “W-what..? How?”“It was the first day of me meddling in your life,” he said, shaping a small apologetic smile on his lips.He waited for her to say something but she didn’t—she probably was too shocked her tongue had a nervous breakdown and collapsed. He pointed to the glass of water beside her. She looked at it, grabbed it and drank it. “You were there?” she asked afterwards. “Was it you who called him on the cell phone?”“No,” he said.A little disappointment crossed her face. Disappointed that he wasn’t her hero? “I thought… Where were you then?”“In my office, working.”“You said it was your first day of…”“Yeah,” he interrupted her. “A private detective was working in my behalf.”“Oh,” she quipped. “A private detective… I only hear of them in the movies…”“They exist in real life,” he said. “The detective I hired was following you that day. He saw everything.”“Was he the one who called that man?”He nodded. “He got his number fro
THERE WAS A soft and moist and warm thing that was traveling on Layla’s skin, roaming slowly and deliberately, and it seemed, nervously as she felt it shivering a little. She was dreaming about something sweet when she was awakened by it, and it was a nice little dream largely because she was with Ambert in the dream. And in her dream, they were on a shore, sitting across from each other on a small round wooden table, just a few meters from the small giddy waves that kissed and adored the sand repeatedly. There was a bottle of champagne on the table, two wine glasses, and a white rose at the center with its short thorny stem.In the dream, Ambert, seemingly, was happy and was always laughing—he would draw his head back, his hair would appear like every strand was jumping for joy, and his mouth would open wide into a happy shape— although he wasn’t making any sound, it was like watching a muted video, and she didn’t know why he was laughing, but he seemed very happy, yes, his eyes shon
“DO YOU WANT me to get out, ma’am?” the woman asked Layla.The woman was sitting on a chair near the door, which was closed at that time. She was wearing a white blouse with purple collar and a purple skirt and black shoes, which Layla surmised was a uniform. Layla looked around, Ambert had vanished, but she could see that she still was in his hotel, in his suite specifically, and that this woman in front of her, was employee here. What this woman was doing in the room with her butt naked, she still had no idea. Layla jerked and suddenly looked at herself when she remembered that indeed she was naked at that moment. But no, she wasn’t naked. She still was wearing the clothes she had when she rushed to this hotel, except for her shoes which were on the floor near the bed.She still was in bed, alright, but now that her lightheadedness was slowly disappearing, she now was starting to have a strong inkling that the kissing scene with Ambert which she happily—and hungrily—indulged with wa