He could not keep his mind off her the entire night and when he woke up the next morning, she was the first person he thought of. He tried to envisage her in his eyes. She was blonde and full-breasted, with the soft-milky skin of a child. His body tingled as he thought about her. He could not believe that at a dire time like this, such a mundane thought crossed his mind.Emily Peterson! There was something uniquely compelling about her, something beyond her beauty and made-for-sex body that had haunted his dreams from the first day they'd had sex. He hoped to find out what that special thing was soon. But first, he had to secure her help.The next morning, he went to the office earlier than usual. His troubled heart would not allow him to sleep the whole eight hours. He was mer with the sleepy-eyed receptionist when he arrived. She shot up her head in surprise when she saw him and greeted him. Edmund mumbled in response and went his way.Emily was not in her office when he arrived. B
Emily sat across from her friend, Dre in a coffee shop that was a few buildings away from Greenwood Estate where she worked. Dre had insisted on going on a lunch break with her and even though Emily had protested, she'd had to give in in the end. Dre was not ready to give up.The waiter wandered to her side and flashed her a genial smile. Emily shaped her head towards him at once."I'm not ready to order yet," she said.The smile on the waiter's face faded. He turned to Dre and asked, "What about you, ma'am?"Dre shook her head."I'll call you when I need you."Without another word, the young man passed her a tight-lipped smile. His face quickly registered his displeasure. He turned and moved to another table."What is it?" Dre asked, after the waiter had moved out of earshot. "What?" Emily asked, raising her eyes to meet Dre's."The look on your face, Emily," Dre said. "It's obvious there's something wrong with you. Spit it out."Emily heaved a deep sigh."Is it that obvious?"Dre n
Emily stepped on the porch of her house and exhaled a sharp breath. It was unbelievably warm outside and she could not wait to get into the house, turn on the air conditioning system to the lowest level and have a sound sleep. But something was wrong. She could feel it in her guts. And it wasn't just the gnawing anxiety she felt, it was the fact that her eyes were twitching from the moment she left her office right till this very moment. She let her thoughts wander to what might be wrong. Had it gotten out to the press that SkyNet was sinking? That was the worst-case scenario. The management of SkyNet had done a great job at keeping their predicament away from the public. But what if it had gotten out? The thought of that made her feel depressed. She'd wanted to follow her up pulse and place a call to her father at once, demanding to know the situation at SkyNet at the moment, but on second thoughts, she decided against it. There was no need to pressure the old man. And she was just
Edmund had been busy all day. He'd barely had enough time for work. He was either calling the logistics company to make sure that everything was in place or he was yelling at the caterers to add a few more meals to their cuisine. It was all exhausting. He wished there was some other alternative but there wasn't. His father had personally put him in charge of everything. It was April 15th, his father's sixty-eighth birthday. Everything about the party that going to take place later that evening had been planned to the very last detail and Edmund was determined to make it a grand affair, just the way his father wanted it. Anything to make the old man happy enough to will the company to him or at least not change his mind if the will was already in his favor. Edmund hurried down the stairs in his apartment at Hillwood Estate, buttoning his sleeves as he did so. By the time he reached the foot of the stairs, he'd finished buttoning his left sleeve. He glanced at his wristwatch before he
Edmund frowned, his eyes narrowing into slits. He'd always known that Charlotte was a bloody opportunist but not even in his wildest imagination had he figured that she would ever go this far.From the moment she made her request known, he'd lost his voice. And like a pack of cards scattered over the table, all his hopes had crashed. All he felt now was anger. Deep, intense anger."What?!" He glared at her. "Are you insane? You and I are over, Charlotte. Why don't you get used to that?"Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Is that your final answer? Because if that is what it is, then it's fine. I'll just turn around and head back into the party to tell your parents the truth."She turned to walk away but Edmund stopped her. He grabbed her by the arm, his nails almost digging into his soft, delicate skin."Wait a minute, Charlotte," he said, heaving an exasperated breath. "This doesn't have to go this way. We can come to some sort of compromise. I can pay you to buy your silence. Just name yo
Emily placed her hand on her forehead to shield herself from the unforgiving scorching rays of the sun. It was just mid-April and the sun seemed to have reached its peak in the city of Washington DC. She hitchhiked on the road for a bit until a taxi stopped before her. Emily slipped away her sunglasses which she'd worn because of her prolonged stay out in the sun. "I'm going to Hillwood Estate," she said to the cabman. He appeared to think for a moment. "Gonna cost you twenty bucks." He had a thick Texas accent. Emily's eyes widened. "Twenty what?" She heaved a frustrated sigh. "You're tripping, right?" Without saying another word, the cabman returned his face to the road and zoomed off. She'd barely removed her head from his window just in time to stop him from snapping it from her neck. Emily cursed under her breath. Her car had broken down and she didn't have insurance to cover it. She'd had one, but she'd not funded it for a couple of months. She reconsidered the decision
Edmund Hamiton was in a state of deep wrath when he stormed out of his office. In his mad state, he'd not stopped to explain anything to Emily. All he cared about was putting a stop to all the madness that was going on. Charlotte had to leave. The deal was off!He found her downstairs, pacing through the sitting room engrossed in deep thoughts. When she saw Edmund enter, she stopped abruptly at the spot and glared at him. Edmund stared back at her in defiance."You need to leave, Charlotte," he said, fixing her a cold stare. "The deal is off."Charlotte stated back at him in disbelief, her eyes boring into his."You're joking, right?""I'm afraid not," he retorted, his voice firm. "I don't want the deal with you anymore. Surely, you of all people understand that."Charlotte studied him for a long moment, unable to find her voice."What changed your mind? Her?" She laughed sarcastically. "You think she cares about you more than I care about you?""There is no relationship between me an
Ronnie Hartman stared blankly at the computer screen before him. The name of the file read: Confidential: Emily Peterson.Just seeing that name on the screen made his blood run cold. He was sitting inside his bedroom in his moderate apartment. There was a guestroom and a sitting room just one hallway away. It was matchday but he'd exited the sitting room just a few minutes ago to have some time to himself to think, but more than that, he wanted to work.He reminisced on what had happened a few days ago at work when his boss had called him into his office and sent him on an errand that had taken him by utter surprise, not merely because of the type of work he wanted him to do, but because of who it involved.Emily Peterson, the one name that had haunted his dreams for the past two nights was the person he was asked to keep an eye on, although he would have preferred the word 'investigate.' That was what this was. An illegal investigation to look for something that did not exist.Perha