Megan had already spent two weeks looking for a job to no avail. She would leave the house early in the morning with Benny as she dropped him off at school then head out job searching.
It became a routine for her to go into the cyber café in town to search and apply for jobs in the internet. After spending about three hours doing this, she would then start walking in the offices around in search of job vacancies while dropping her resumes.
The one disadvantage that she encountered was that the companies wanted someone with at least two years of experience in a prior job so even though she had the papers to prove her qualifications as a Human Resource Manager, she failed in the interviews when it came to work experience.
All this could have been made easier for her if her husband had agreed to get her a position at the company.
This was all her fault, she thought as she got into the car to pick up Benny from school in the afternoon. If only she had not rushed to get married to her university love soon after graduating, she would not be at such a disadvantage.
As she changed lanes and took the exit to the school, she remembered how she had fought with her parents when they rejected the idea of her getting married right out of college. Her father had arranged for her to work in his Boss's company as an assistant Human Resource Manager after begging his Boss for the position.
Instead of appreciating all this, she threw it in her father’s face and vowed to kill herself if they would not let her get married. Afraid of her making good on the threat, her parents had to give in and blessed the couple. That marriage had cost her five years of her life and she ended up with nothing to show for it.
Benny sat in the back of the car and looked at his mother. She had a sad expression on her face and she looked tired. In the last one year, he had been forced to grow up fast and read the adults mood especially after his parents started shouting at each other. He chose to concentrate on his homework and not bother his mother.
It had now become a norm for Rich to come back home after midnight which was fine with Megan. She was still a dutiful wife and would wait for him to come back. She would then warm his food and place it in the dining room before heading to her room to sleep.
At first, the food would just be left there untouched but after a few days, she noticed that he would have his dinner before retiring to bed. This night, she did not wait up for him and just left a note to say that his food was in the microwave.
Rich entered the house but did not find his wife in her usual spot on the couch. Not bothered, he went to the dining room but his food was not there but a note. Not in the mood to eat, he went straight to bed, wondering why Megan was acting up.
As luck would have it, early the following morning, Megan got a call from a boutique that she had left her resume on a last thought because she figured that if she could not get a job as an HR then she would go for anything else out there.
An interview had been scheduled for ten o’clock so she had enough time to drop Benny at school and prepare for the interview. Getting there half an hour earlier, she quietly sat in the reception area until the secretary asked her to go in.
The owner of the boutique was conducting the interview in person as this was a high end boutique where the rich and affluent shopped. He had no problem with working with inexperienced people as long as they were first learners and he liked Megan on the first instance because of her warm smile and open yet honest nature.
Just like that she got hired and would be starting her first job the following day. She was so excited that she rushed to her parents to share the good news.
Mrs. Fodert was so happy for her daughter because she knew the grievances that she had suffered in both her first and second marriage. She thought that the job would help her get a footing in life and stand up for herself in future.
Mr. Fodert on the other hand showed neither concern nor joy for his child. After they had a fight when she graduated, he deemed her unfilial and still held a grudge in his heart. Megan always thought that after getting into the second marriage to save his life, his affections for her would change but the damage that she had done would take a long time to repair.
After spending time with her parents she eventually left to pick Benny. She still had to tell her mother-in-law and Rich and she did not know how they would take the news. She knew Beth was still rooting for Liana to officially become her daughter in law and her unwanted presence in the family was irritating them. Coupled with Rich's indifference towards her, living in that house was really taking a toll on her.
"Good afternoon mother, may I speak to you for a minute?" She approached Beth who was sitting in the garden with a book in hand.
Beth lifted up her head and looked at Megan. She disliked this girl because she had ruined her son's chance of living with his true love. "Make it quick. I am busy".
" Mother, I got a job today and I will be starting tomorrow," she said hoping for Beth's approval. Maybe if she showed her worth to the family, they just might change their attitude towards her, she thought.
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the blinds of the hospital waiting room, casting long, pale shadows, the weight of the night’s events pressed down on Queen and Dante. The initial shock had begun to give way to a gnawing anxiety, a desperate yearning for any news about Megan. Wendy sat quietly beside Dante, her presence a silent question mark in the tense atmosphere. The police officer returned with a weary look on his face. “We’ve reviewed the CCTV footage from the campus gate,” he began, his voice low and serious. “It’s… not very clear. The area was dimly lit, and the crucial moment was obscured by the branches of the acacia tree.” Queen’s heart sank. That one piece of evidence, the potential key to unlocking the mystery, was shrouded in darkness. “However,” the police officer continued, his gaze meeting Queen’s, “we did see a figure running away from the scene shortly after the estimated time of the attack. We will continue working on it". A chill ran down Queen’s s
The scene that unfolded before Queen in the periphery of the campus lights sent a jolt of pure terror through her as she saw a shadowy figure crouched over a motionless form lying on the tarmac. Her breath hitched in her throat. It couldn't be...“Megan!” The name tore from her throat as she dropped to her knees beside her friend. Megan lay sprawled on the cold tarmac, her limbs at an unnatural angle. A dark stain was blooming on the back of her head, and her usually vibrant face was ashen and still. Queen’s fingers trembled as she reached out, gently touching Megan’s cheek. It was cold.Tears welled up in Queen’s eyes, blurring her vision. “Megan, wake up! Please, wake up!” Her voice was choked with sobs. "Do you know this lady?" The man asked as he moved aside for Queen."She called for a cab but didn't get in. When I alighted to see what was going on, I found her sprawled on the ground."Queen lifted her face to look at the cab driver, tears welling in her eyes. She fumbled for
The world dissolved into a starless void. One moment, the harsh glow of the campus lights illuminated her frantic face as she reached for the taxi door; the next, an all-encompassing darkness swallowed her whole. The last sensation was a dull, sickening thud against the back of her skull, followed by an abrupt silence that was more terrifying than any noise. Megan’s phone slipped from her numb fingers and clattered onto the tarmac, its screen displaying Dante’s contact. The cab driver, oblivious to the silent violence unfolding behind him, waited patiently, the meter ticking. A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, his face obscured by the low-hanging branches of a nearby acacia tree. He swiftly retrieved Megan’s phone, his movements precise and deliberate. With a final, lingering glance at Megan’s unconscious form sprawled on the ground, he melted back into the night, leaving no trace of his presence. Inside the grand hotel, the party continued its raucous crescendo. Laught
The air in the grand hotel hall that was hosting the campus party crackled with an almost palpable energy.Lizbeth moved through the throng with the practised ease of a hostess. Her smile was bright, her greetings effusive, but behind the polished facade, her mind was a whirlwind of calculations and simmering resentments. Tonight was about more than just a simple college party; it was about subtly manoeuvring pieces on her own personal chessboard.Her gaze, sharp and assessing, swept across the room, finally settling on a figure standing somewhat apart near the ornate bar. Wendy, Dante’s ex-girlfriend, exuded a quiet intensity, a hint of lingering pain, hidden in her eyes.Wendy had arrived with a singular purpose: to see Dante, to gauge the possibility of rekindling a flame she believed had never truly died. Seeing him across the room, laughing with a group of men, a familiar ache resonated within her.Lizbeth, ever the opportunist, had invited Wendy, not as a potential ally but a
The grand ballroom buzzed with vibrant energy, the air thick with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. The party was in full swing, a celebratory affair following the successful signing of a crucial international investment contract. Yet, amidst the revelry, Rich, the company's usually charismatic CEO, stood apart. He was a solitary figure in a dimly lit corner, a glass of amber liquid clutched in his hand, its contents barely touched. The truth was, he hadn't wanted to be here. The weight of the day's intense negotiations still pressed heavily on him, and all he truly desired was the quiet solitude of his home. However, his position demanded his presence, a symbol of gratitude and success for the visiting investors. Across the room, Liana was a whirlwind of practised charm, embodying the role of the perfect hostess. She glided from table to table, her laughter echoing, ensuring her presence was felt by every guest. A carefully cultivated percept
Queen sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had noticed the dreamy look on Megan's and the soft hum on her lips, indicating that something might have transpired that day. She had also missed classes, which had never occurred before."It must be Dante" she guessed."Queen, we cleared things up." She said as she smiled at her friend and explained what happened earlier.Megan's blissful ignorance was starting to grate on her nerves. "Megan," she began again, trying to keep her tone gentle, "I'm just saying, isn't it a little convenient that Dante suddenly has all the answers and Lizbeth is just… a liar?"Megan's smile faltered slightly. "But Queen, he explained everything! He said Lizbeth was just someone his family knew a long time ago, and she's always been a bit… dramatic. He said he told her to stop spreading rumours."Queen raised an eyebrow. "And you believe that wholeheartedly?""Yes!" Megan insisted, her smile returning with a touch of defiance. "Dante wouldn't lie to me.