Third Person's POV
Twenty-five passed five when Henrick got out from his room and went straight to the dirty kitchen where a maidservant was busy cooking breakfast for the guards. Her companion left her few minutes ago running some errands at the market. Henrick didn't mind the idea of someone from the inside of the Villa coming in and out from a daily basis. As long as they know how to keep their mouth shut, there's nothing they can be afraid of and before they all went to this Villa, Henrick personally orient them on what and what not they should do. Somehow gives him the assurance that everything goes smoothly."Just knock on the door and leave the food outside. Am I clear?" He asked the maidservant. She looks young, around early twenties. She read the list of food that his employer given her for today's breakfast. Checking if she'll need to ask more question or just nod."Yes, Young Master." She finally replied.He then took his leave. The moIts been hours since Irvin trying to call Mr. Williams but he still can't get a hold of him. The operator's voice starts to annoy him, as if telling him that his persistence won't work. He'll still end up of choosing leaving a voice message instead. "Still no answer?" Henrick was now sitting at the couch. The trolley has been sent away by one of the guard that passed by the hallway and he is now waiting for Irvin to finish his business with his phone. Hoping that they now can start their next agenda for today.He shrugged glumly. He can't find any reason why suddenly Mr. Williams is out of reach. The old man usually on his phone most of the time. It has been roughly ten passed eight in a Tuesday morning. Just the right time that Mr. Williams would be on his phone, if not on his side, checking emails and sort. As far as Irvin know, Mr. Williams owned a number of grocery stores around the city. He once visited the one that was close from school. It wasn't
"Oh. My. God." Oliver squint. He halted when he bump into Boone on his way to the faculty. The dark coloration under his eyes is the reason behind his shocked expression. "What happened to you, man?" There was concern on his tone but the other is just too annoyed on his voice. The lack of sleep from last night leads him to even more lose his temper. "Woah. Are you studying so hard for the exam?" Oliver tapped his shoulder not even bothered even though he is giving him a death glare."What exam?" Zeke barged in. He was on the way to the comfort room when he notice Oliver and Boone talking in the hallway. He looked at Boone and reacted in disgust after seeing how exhausted he is. "My god!" He gasped. Grabbing Oliver by the shoulder for the support. "You scared me, Boone!"Boone didn't reacted more. He swing the rolled paper on his right, giving one swat each on Oliver and Zeke for over reacting. "This is all your fault." He grunted under his teeth. The main reason th
Finn’s POVWhat the hell?! It shouldn’t have happened! How am I so stupid to fall for it again?I even bury myself on the duffel bag wrapped on my arms. Moe sitting beside me, laughing as he told me what happened on the bar and how I end up on Boone’s condo. “Don’t worry, man. It’s fine.” Moe way of comforting didn’t help at all. With him failing to hide his laugh on the situation.“But…” I try to dig some words to express what I feel but even my brain won’t cooperate with me. There is no other emotion that I feel other than shame, disappointment and maybe frustration. “How I should face the other now?” Moe even burst in laughter. “What?! Can’t you see I am stressing here? Act like a friend for once, Moe.” I faced him and throw punches on his biceps. It didn’t hurt him so much. This guy workout and just simply blocking punches from someone like me is nothing.“Chill out, man.”I stopped. Bury myself again on my bag sitting on my desk. The
Third Person’s POVThe waiter carefully lays the dessert plate on each person on the table. The University has prepared a variety of sweets for today’s lunch. Chocolate mousse, burnt basque cheesecake with caramel sauce and carrot cake was set in the center and for a moment Zeke forgot the awkward silence that they were in. Oliver elbowed him. Pointing at the three that are surprisingly quiet.“What?!” He whined at him under his breath. Zeke leaned on to reach the mousse and took a slice of it. Not minding the three. “They’ll be fine. But my tummy won’t if I’ll let this baby miss.” He devoured the sweets. Moaning every time the soft chocolate texture enveloped his tongue.“Seriously?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Don’t you even want to help them…you know talk?” He whispered.“Why? Are they fighting?” Still confused about the situation. Moe is a slow eater, he is still munching the meat that had been gobbled by the others mi
Third Person’s POV“Wahhh!” Irvin shrieked when he jumped into the water. His body sunk into the deep, clear sea. The coldness sends shivers unto him that awaken his body from the exhaustion of these weeks’ happenings. His top was neatly folded and placed on the biggest stone that lay just a few steps away. The sneakers that Irvin wears also hide away the reach of dirt and water. As the others enjoy nature's pool, Henrick watches his figure subside and resurface to the water. He finds it amusing to see Irvin play on his own like a kid that is being brought to the playground for the first time.“Hey,” He called out to Henrick.”What are you doing there?” Henrick looked at him full of questions on his face. “Don’t you want to join me?”“Uh…No…I-uh”“You can’t be serious.” He squirmed at Henrick's response. Irvin pushed the water towards him. The first throw barely reached him. But the next one, he added some force that the liquid hit his torso. He continued to
Third Person’s POVSylvia was enjoying her chateau lafite on her balcony. She wasn’t planning to open the bottle after a few days being at home, but the stress that her son is giving her is too much that can only be cured by the expensive drink. She watches the white Lexus ES 350 enter the main gate. It was Max. He spent the whole day at the company. Sylvia knows why.Their marriage was a mistake to begin with. She didn’t have any admiration towards Max. Even after the marriage they both know that the bond they have is a mere responsibility that needs to be obtained for the benefit of their parents. But regardless of the reason, Sylvia has only one thing in mind. To keep Henrick’s rightful spot as the future owner and CEO of E-Vans Technologies. She once failed with her plans, she no longer wants to crash her goal for her only son.Max had gained the inheritance of his father because of Sylvia, she carried a son that was full of potential to be an heir and
Henrick’s POVThe loud ringing of my phone wakes me up from my nap. Irvin was probably too tired that even the annoying vibration of the gadget that I didn’t notice fell on my pocket and landed on the bed, just between us.I checked the caller, it was Ran. “Yes?” I slowly stand on my feet. Hoping not to wake him up.“Sorry to wake you up.”“It’s fine.” I walked out of the room and headed back to my room “Do you have any update?”“No. I haven’t found Donnie yet. But I found some gems in the process of my digging.”“And that is?” Puzzled at ‘gems’ that Ran has been talking about. What I am sure of is he is not referring to a stone.“Well, there are numbers of staff on the scene during the shooting. And after they were rescued by the Italian police, all that was left was the shattered Villa. There are also no bones or remains on the island. All the police had found was the Italian employees that were hiding at the seaside.”
Finn was still on the couch when Boone entered the room. His body was taking one-fourth of the two long L-shaped couches connected. Oliver and Zeke were just standing in the corner, enjoying their free drinks before heading downstairs to vibing with the other guests tonight. "Is he drunk again?" Boone asked Zeke."Nope. He is just sleeping." He replied as-a-matter-of-fact.Oliver walked closer to them and whispered, "Aren’t you going to take him home?" "Why?" He smiled. "Nothing." He shook his head. "I'm just curious." Zeke laughed at him. Giving him a strong slap on his shoulder. "God! Is that your way of asking Finn's drink for yourself?""What d'you mean?" His brow furrowed, looking at the two exchanging laughter at the situation that he can't get a thing. Oliver raised his glass, almost empty. The remaining orangey liquid inside of it can be done in one gulp. They asked the staff for an additional order of the drink but unfortunately they added some concoction that the manage