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FORTY THREE
Fabian sat at the foot of the bed with his elbows propped up on both knees. In his hand was a faded paper crane.
He looked at it, studying the folds and structure of the origami as he twirled it slowly between his fingers.
He’s gone, and know I’ll never know where she went, he closed his eyes and lifted his head up towards the ceiling.
All his life he had hated his old man, but seeing him suffering brought no joy to Fabian. He went to his father’s deathbed intending to demand for his mother’s whereabouts, but upon seeing his father’s pain-stricken face, he lost the ability to ask. And now that his father was truly gone, Fabian realized that he missed him. It hurt – it hurt in places he never knew existed.
A knock came at the door. He did not answer, but it creaked to an open anyway.
“Fabian?” a gentle voice called out as Amber peeked in, her red hair spilling over her shoulders.
He looked at her and for once, he was glad
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It would be two days later before Fabian finally emerged from his room. He hadn’t planned on stepping out of his man cave so soon, but a surprise invitation to attend an exclusive preview of ‘The Millennia’ changed his mind. ‘The Millennia’ was his former partner’s promotional launch of the soon to be rival product of VX2. A part of Fabian was furious, and yet another part of him was confused. How on earth did Liam come up with his own version so fast? The man had hardly left Virtuex for less than a year and he was already launching a product of his own? Not to mention a product that he claimed to be on par with the VX2? As far as Fabian could remember, the son of a bitch never set foot in the design meetings during the initial stages of VX2 and had practically zero knowledge of its design; so how on earth did he manage to make one on his own? Granted, the man was smart, but Fabian had been friends with Liam long enough to know of his limitations. Unless he somehow m
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Amber was not okay.As she stepped aboard the brightly lit superyacht, worry consumed her thoughts, blinding her from the flurry of activities that were going about on the floating vehicle.What the heck is Liam Smith thinking of? Why is he throwing a launch party when he doesn’t even have the blueprint? She hadn’t even gotten her hands on the safe yet. Didn’t he know that? With Fabian around the house the past few days, she barely had time to try out the different combinations on the lock, let alone contact Anson!Damnit!But she had a feeling the shrewd man had something up his sleeve.“Amber!” a raspy voice called out from the yacht, bringing her attention back to her surroundings.Amber looked up at the open balconies above her and caught sight of two beautiful women - they were Lola and Bree and they were waving at her happily.She waved back before taking a p
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“Come with me,” a voice hissed into her ear from behind, sending shivers down her spine. Liam. She knew it was him without even turning her head as he grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her into the corridors of the yacht. Like a fool, she allowed him to drag her, even though every pore of her body screamed for her to run for her life. But she couldn’t, and like a slave, she went with him – all the way to a deserted VIP suite at the far end of the yacht. “Amber my dear,” Liam smiled slyly as he closed the door behind them, finally letting go of her wrist. It hurt where he had grabbed her and she nursed it gently. She made a mental note of him not locking the door. That was a good sign. The VIP suite was much larger than the normal suites and had a built-in jacuzzi in the middle of the room. The warm bubbling water was lit up in bright blue hues by its submerged lights. His manner was arrogant as he stepped forward and he forced her t
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She recoiled at his words, silently screaming, Don’t touch me! And as if the heavens heard her plea, the door to the cabin blasted open. “Liam! There you are…oh..” It was Madam Cecil. Amber almost let out a sob of relief when she saw the woman walking in. “What are you two doing?” she eyed them suspiciously as Liam let got of Amber. “We were just getting up close and personal,” Liam smile slyly, getting up. “You never know, I might just bid for her next.” Madam Cecil ignored him and quickly went over to help Amber up. With trembling hands, Amber grabbed hold of Madam Cecil as if she was her lifeline. And in a way, she was. She had shown up like an angel in one of the darkest moments of Amber’s life and brought her back to safety. “You’d better head back to the stage..everyone’s looking for you. They want to see the real thing, not the PowerPoint presentation,” Madam Cecil said flatly. All trace of friendliness in her voice was
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The night had been brutal and Amber wanted nothing more than to leave everything and run away. To disappear into the shadows of the night and never return. It was a tempting thought. A very dangerous thought. All this wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t set foot at the La Fire Club, she blamed herself, a flash of anger skirting across her face. So what if she had to continue working three to four jobs a day? At least she and Anson would have been able to lead a normal semblance of life. But now, here she was, standing alone in her bedroom. No, this is not my bedroom. This is Fabian’s guest room, she corrected herself bitterly and her gaze fell upon the little black handbag that lay innocently on the bed where the coin-like device lay hidden inside. I’m going to do the bidding of a man who might very well be the killer. What blasphemy is this? She bit her lips and fisted her palm. The thought of running to the police was very
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Back in the tiny apartment where the Banks siblings stayed, Anson paced back and forth in front of his window sill.What next? he wondered, biting at his fingernails nervously. He had found the source of the scent. It was a unisex perfume called Suede Pony.Anson had spent the past few days scouring over every perfume shop he could find and inhaling so many scents that his nose suffered from temporary anosmia. But in the end, a kind sales lady who stuffed the coffee beans in front of his nose finally found what he was looking for.“Oh! You have a fine taste,” she exclaimed in her heavily accented voice. “Suede Pony is a very unique scent. It takes a certain man to be able to carry the scent well. We’ve only managed to match the scent to three customers so far. And we’re the only one selling this brand!”Three customers…that massively narrowed down his search. It was an astronomical find for him. But the
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Amber expected the blueprint to smell of ammonia; after all, didn’t blueprints stink of urine? Her late father had a few copies of his company’s blueprints and she remembered pinching her nose at the stench.Time flies, she thought. They’re using laser printing for their drawings now. She really needed to brush up on her knowledge of today’s technology. Her lack of education was made even more obvious when her eyes fell on the drawing itself. It was alien to her. With all its odd abbreviations, numbers and geometries, Amber could only rely on the product name at the very bottom right of the drawing to confirm that it was in fact the VX2 blueprint.Carefully, she placed the A3 paper on the cool wooden floorboards, soothed it out evenly and positioned her phone over the paper.SNAP! SNAP! SNAP! And that was it.It is done, she blinked, surprising herself. She had taken photos of the blueprint. But strangely, the heav
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Fabian got up from the edge of the bed where he was sitting and was just about to head to the study when Amber flashed into view with a look of anxiety. “Fabian, I need to head back to Margaret’s for some fresh cream. There’s none in the kitchen.” He narrowed his eyes, what was the woman talking about? As if sensing his confusion, Amber pointed downstairs, “I’m baking a cake. It needs icing. I need to get it from Margaret’s.” Fabian frowned, cocking his head. One would have thought it was a matter of life or death from the way she was talking. He raised two hands offering a solution, “We could buy online?” She shook her head furiously and a few strands of her flaming curls sprung free from her bun, tumbling down the nape of her neck, “No, no, no…you don’t understand.” Damn right I don’t, he thought. Was she trying to stop him from going to the study? She placed her hands on her hips in exasperation, “Margaret’s icing i
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