At least 72 hours had passed and there was still no sign of Logan.
Jorge had asked some of his best IT experts to track him down the same way he had done with MJ. He and Thuso had sent out a search team, and had gone to all the places they thought he would be, but he was not there.
They had just returned from their search, and were currently at Jorge’s, looking completely exhausted.
Anita came down the stairs, wearing tracksuits and takkies. “Any luck?” She asked as she headed to the kitchen.
“No!” Jorge said tiredly.
“This is so unlike the boss to disappear without trace.” Thuso sighed.
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Why wouldn’t everyone just leave her alone?It was not like she committed a murder; it was only fraud and tax invasion.Knock, knock, knock!"Why are people always banging on my door?!" She groaned as she climbed out of bed.She switched on the side lamp and put on her gown, and then she wore her sleepers and strode out of the room.It was past midnight and someone was knocking at her door. Considering everything that she went through, one would expect her to be careful with who she let in, but to no avail. She switched on the dining room light, and opened the door while rubbing her eyes.She had spent her day staring at her laptop since she came back from the office. Her boxes from the office were still sitting on the floor next to the door.She had been checking her social media acco
The café was almost empty with the exception of the group of teenage girls who were finishing up their homework on one of the booths.All the tables in the café were flipped and placed on top of one another, along with their chairs.It was their nightly routine and it kept Antonina rooted. She liked having a customer or two while she prepared to close up for the day. La Café closed at 8p.m. every day, but she stayed up until 10p.m. because she had no one to go to at home.La Café had become her shelter, and it took the loneliness away for a few hours of the day. Like a woman with issues, she went home late and left early in the morning. Her small business was her solitude, and it provided her with the family and friends she never had.Over the years, she had found daughters and sons among her regular customers, and brothers and sisters from some of the elderly customers and suppliers.She had had to start over when she arrived in
“Morning, Anita!” Jorge greeted Anita who seemed to be in a daze. He walked behind the couch on which she was seated and peeked at her laptop screen. “Carlyle?” He asked in her ear, causing her to jump.“Jorge!” She scolded and closed her laptop.“Aha! Here I was, thinking Blue was Logan and MJ’s colour, but I guess it is everyone’s colour these days.” He said as he jumped over and plopped down on the couch.“Every day is Monday for MJ.” Anita rolled her eyes. “Do you know anyone by the name of Carlyle?” She asked, fiddling with her fingers.“No. Why?” He frowned.“Some guy came while I was at the beach two nights ago; he said his name was Carlyle.” She said quietly.“How did he look?” He ask
David Botha was known to never leave a stone unturned. He was what people called a perfectionist; everything had to be done correctly and perfectly without a single mistake.One thing about him, he was not a family man. Yes, he was a good father to his children when he pleased, but not so good husband to his wife, Lolitta Leibrandt.However, he was a good private investigator.He worked for the rich. From CEOs to Mafias, from presidents to celebrities, and he never failed. He had decided to go back to England to investigate the ‘May Smith’ issue; even after MJ Billings had ‘confirmed’ that she had worked with her. At least that was what he told Logan when he left a few days ago. The truth was that he was here to find some dirt on MJ Billings.“Hey, beautiful.” He greeted the familiar face that was seated at the bar.
The first Monday of June couldn't have started any better, it was a cold and good day to stay indoors, but as usual, work never stopped for anyone just as time never did. Time was money, and money was the only language some people understood.The Billings' beach house couldn't be any cooler, MJ had woken up to the bluest Monday ever when she found her brother with a bunch of men in black, waiting in the sitting room."Oh, there you are!" Jorge said when he spotted her in her business attire. The other men looked at MJ, scrutinizing her with their eyes. MJ looked at them with glass eyes, causing them to avert their gaze. She turned her attention to her brother, waiting for him to explain what was happening. "Well, MJ, these are going to be your bodyguards. They will-""I know what bodyguards do, but since when have I ever needed a bodyguard?" She asked quietly, her eyes burning holes
His body ached and his head was pounding as if demanding for a release. His eyes felt heavy and opening them was painful. Logan stirred up on the couch and groaned when a sharp pain ambushed his head.His hand shop up at the excruciating pain and he reached for his head to pull at his hair like he normally did when he was frustrated, but his hand landed on a clear field. He frowned when he tried to grasp at his hair but only grasp into air. He fumbled his hand across his head, but there was nothing. His hand froze on his head and his eyes shot up in panic.He sat up and glazed over the room in confusion. Where am I? He wondered. He was lying in what looked like a sitting room, two times smaller than his own bathroom. There was a three-piece brown couch set, a huge room divider standing against the wall with a TV, a DVD player; as well as various mugs, glasses, plates, jugs, and Tupperware containers filling the rest of the space.
For someone who lived a fancy life, she sure did not look like it. Although she wore designer clothes and ate at fancy restaurants; she did not drive any fancy cars or own a multibillion mansion in the outskirts of Cape Town.Growing up and living in the city of glamour, Sasha wanted to be what everyone around her wanted to be; a super model. She wanted to travel the world, wear every shoe ever designed, and own a wardrobe full of clothes from renowned fashion gurus around the world.And she had lived that life once. She did not grow up living in this single storey, two-bedroom house located in the low income part of the town; she grew up in a mansion with multiple rooms, pools, a house where the sight of beautiful chandeliers was the first thing that greeted you upon entering.She had fancy clothes, shoes, expensive makeup kits, and every other thing that she ever desired; but all that fade
Mrs Dos Santos." MJ said, her smile not faltering. Antonina groaned as she pulled away."I swear, if you didn't look this beautiful, I would smack the life out of you." Antonina threatened, a smile gracing her face. "Call me Antonina or Ants, child!" She scolded and led MJ to a table. "How are you?" She asked as they sat down.MJ sighed and stared at her hands as she spoke. "Honestly, I don't know." She chuckled quietly, running her tongue over her lips. She was just confused. She was even thinking that maybe she didn't belong here or anywhere else. South Africa was her birth place, shouldn't she feel at home at least? Things were better when she used to be May Smith, she didn't feel left out then."And Logan?" Antonina asked, smirking.MJ snorted, "That's why I'm here." A smile tugged at the corner of Antonina's lips as she stared at MJ knowingly.