MISHA EXHALED, WHICH she hid from Soren and checked her email on her cell phone.She got new mails but nothing from Starshine.She went back to Soren, stopping herself from frowning. “No, I havent’ received it yet,” she informed him.“Ellis and his friends are slow,” he said lightly. “But I’m sure, it’ll arrive, if not tonight, maybe tomorrow morning.”She bit her lip upon hearing it. “Soren,” she said, ready to talk about Kayla.“Yes.”“Let’s talk.”“Perfect,” he said. “I was about to invite you to have dinner with me tomorrow, secret, of course, so we will do it in my house where no spy can enter, to celebrate you getting the project officially.”She cleared her throat, and opened her mouth to finally tell him about Kayla. But then, she thought, it would probably be better if they talked in person. What she would tell him was almost akin to breaking up with, and breaking up over the phone or through emails or text messages wasn’t nice, so yes, it would probably be a lot better to t
“KAYLA?” HE ASKED, the wrinkle on his forehead remaining.“She’s calling Ellis and other people at Starshine, to have us removed from the project.”“What did we agree upon regarding her?” he asked casually.“Ignore her.”“So why are we talking about her now?”“I can’t help it,” Misha argued. “She’s trying to cancel me and my friends, make us jobless. I mean, I’m sure she won’t stop here, she’ll harass again with our next projects, again and again until no one’s willing to give us a job.”“I won’t let her cancel you and your friends,” he said, which sounded like he was making a vow.It’s too late, she wanted to say.There was no doubt now that Kayla had been successful in her first attempt to strip her and her friends of a project, one that Misha was sure would lead to other cancelled noteworthy projects. And Kayla would only stop if she would abandon Soren. So Kayla was basically making her choose: be a model or be Soren’s girlfriend. And Kayla thought she would be in a serious predic
MISHA COVERED HER mouth to stop herself from giggling as she was being tickled by the soft kisses Soren was planting on her neck. And then she remembered that just a few moments ago, she was scared of losing her virginity, and now she was happily giddy—Soren’s kisses really had their way of making her forget everything.Soren finally lifted his head from her neck and went back to her lips and gave it a passionate, kiss, then, he stared at her deeply into her eyes again, a stare so intense she thought he was trying to melt her with his eyes. And there she was, at that moment, still hungover with the intoxicating kisses she just received from him, like a submissive drunk, ready to yield to anything he wanted to do, ready to accompany him to wherever he wanted to go, as long as his lips would never abandon her lips.He only had to tell her.“I love you,” he said to her, almost a whisper while he caressed her arm with his hand, those three words had made a home in his lips. “I’ll never ge
MISHA STARED WIDE-EYED at her inbox.There was an email there with the subject Starshine Corp., and right below that line, she could read: Dear Miss Misha Marzan, this is Ellis…She got an email from Ellis. Was it the contract? Maybe. But it could also be a letter telling her that she and Maggie and Yana were out of the project. She exhaled. Well, she could live with that and she was sure her friends, too. It was just that a contract would be a lot more delightful because it would mean that the good had once more trounced evil. Well, she didn’t know if evil could really describe Kayla now, roguish could be a more apt adjective for her. And she and her friends, were they good? Well, at least they didn’t go about trampling on other people.She opened the email, and attached to it—voila! — was the copy of the contract.Yes, Starshine was still offering them the project and they could officially clinch it once they signed it. And with their signatures on it, Kayla would be hard put to tak
MISHA STOOD UP bolt upright while retaining eye contact with her sister. “Kayla Cortez is here? In our house?” she asked Ruth.“Yes,” Ruth answered and crossed her arms on her chest, annoyance visible on her face. “And she’s looking for you.”“Why is she looking for me?” she asked. Yeah, really, why? Was she going to ask her personally to quit the project from Starshine? Then, that would just confirm that Kayula was one crazy gal.Ruth shrugged and walked away, taking the direction towards her own room.“Kyla is there?” Misha heard Maggie asking behind her.She closed her door and went back to her laptop and looked at Maggie. “Yes.”“Should we call the cops?” Maggie asked and smiled a visibly annoyed smile.“I don’t think she’s here to kill me.”“We don’t know that,” Maggie shot back.“You want us to go there?” Yana asked, seriously.She looked at Yana. “She’d long be gone before you can get here,” she said because she had no plan of talking to Kayla. The only words she’d probably tel
KAYLA LOOKED A bit flabbergasted. “I’m here to talk to your daughter,” she answered while remaining seated—and poised.“Get out!” her mother pointed dramatically to their door and demanded.“Oh,” Kayla smirked. “This family is rude.”“We are only rude to people like you!” Misha’s mother’s voice thundered. “People like me?” Kayla muttered and scoffed. “What kind of person is me, then?”“Possibly belonging to a family of killers!”“Mom!” she tried to stop her mother.Kayla’s eyes widened in shock before standing up, facing Misha’s mother. “A family of killers?” she exclaimed and stopped, like she was giving Misha’s mother to clarify what she just said.“James Marzan!” her mother uttered, the intensity in her voice decreased, probably realizing that it was indeed a grave accusation.“She’s my uncle,” Misha said, her voice calm in an attempt to defuse the volatile situation.“So?” Kayla’s face was both amused and confused as she glanced at Misha, and Misha could tell that she wasn’t fei
“WE TOLD YOU to stay away from him,” Misha’s mother said, her voice sounding frustrated. “Why are you disobeying us?”“I love him,” Misha said shyly.She saw Ruth’s smile grow bigger while her mother’s eyes squinted more.“I thought we were all on agreement that he’s not a good man?”“He is a good man, ma,” she argued.“Oh, do you have proof on that? Or it’s just a love-is-blind kind of thing?”“I’m in love but my mind’s still open and functional, ma.”Her mother sighed. “That’s not actually the point, Misha, the point here is you disobeyed us. You agreed that you’d avoid him, but not only that you didn’t avoid him, you even went into a relationship with him. You’re a really nice daughter before you met him.”“Ma, I’m still a really nice daughter. I went into a relationship with him because I saw that he’s good. I talk to him, I observe him, there’s nothing in him that will show that there’s something nasty in him.”“His family made your uncle disappear.”“He’s not involved with that.
SOREN OPENED THE door of the manager’s office and true enough, he saw Kayla sitting behind the manager’s desk, wearing a pink polo shirt and a cream-colored slacks, tinkering with her cell phone. He was already in this room a few minutes ago reading some reports, but got out to get a cup of coffee. While at the counter, bantering with some of the workers, the manager approached him and told him that someone had arrived at the shop and went straight to the office.It was Kayla.“Hey, I was looking for you,” she greeted him with a smile while remaining seated. She immediately went looking back at her phone. “I didn’t know you had a coffee shop.”He sat in the chair in front of the desk. “What brings you here?” he asked.He had presumed that the only time she would visit him was at his funeral, imagining her with a smirk on her face while she gawked at him through his coffin’s glass window, gloating. But here she was, taking a look at him while he was still alive and not inside some box