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
WHAT IS THIS? Soren thought as he stared confused at Misha’s text message. Was Misha saying good-bye to him and wishing him to find another woman to love?Then, he noticed the message above it.I’m breaking up with u.His forehead creased massively. Did he send this? He was breaking up with Misha? What the fuck? No, he didn’t send this. Why would he send this? He hadn’t gone insane, but Misha seriously breaking up with him would surely send him off the rails.Oh, great, he thought as he realized what had just happened. The message was sent just less than an hour ago—it was Kayla. And she sent it while he was out getting coffee.That girl’s insufferable, she thought and immediately dialled Misha’s number—but he couldn’t reach her. Had she blocked him on her phone that quick? He went instead to his Messenger and tried to call her there—and he couldn’t reach her there also. She probably had blocked him also on her Facebook and Messenger.Jesus, a single text message was enough for her to
SOREN WALKED TO his pickup truck while some of the lens of the cell phones around him followed him. If he could be invisible for a day, he would want it to be that day.“Sir, are you okay?” he heard one of his workers, one of the two who grabbed the man away from him, asking him.He glanced at the worker and smiled. “I’m okay,” he said as he reached for his car’s driver’s seat door. “Thank you.”He got inside the vehicle and drove out of the parking area and into the streets and let his thoughts fly.Who was that man? Vera’s protective boyfriend? Most likely. After he spoke with Misha and cleared up things with her, he’d next try to get the evidence from Vera. He still wasn’t sure what it—proving that Vera was spying on her—would do but it would somehow show the people, those that mattered like Misha’s family, that Kayla was really targeting him. Kayla hiring someone to spy on him would mean that she was also really capable of spreading malicious gossips against him. He didn’t need to
“WHY WOULD KAYLA want my photos?” Soren asked Cindy.“Not just any photos,” she answered. “Kayla wants sensitive ones, like a girl kissing you.”“Like when you kissed me?” he asked, his voice sombre.And she blushed immensely. “Yes,” she said. “Kayla wants some photos that will show you that you’re not nice.”“So you’re also working for Kayla?”“No,” she quickly denied, fidgeting. “It was Vera who dared me to kiss you. I didn’t know then that she was working for Kayla, I swear. She knew you’re one of my crushes… she said she’d treat me… take to a bar if I’d do it… I’m so sorry about that.” She reached for her pocket. ‘I have pictures when we were in the bar that day on my phone, me and Vera… I can show it to you…”Soren’s phone rang while she still was reaching for her phone.He reluctantly picked his phone from his pocket. But his eyes widened as he saw who was calling him—it was Misha.He immediately stood up, signalling at Cindy with his hand for her to stay at her seat—tio which s
SOREN HAD ANTICIPATED that Cindy might change her mind and that he shouldn’t leave her even for a one second, it was just that he couldn’t, for the life of him, reject or delay Misha’s phone call. If somebody else was calling, he wouldn’t even touch his phone and just let it ring or reject it outright.He was reaching for his phone in his pocket, thinking of trying to see if he had someone in his contacts that might have Cindy’s phone number, while re-entering his shop. He got his phone out and was about to put it on his ear when he saw someone approaching a table—Cindy. She sat back at the table, noticed him and smiled at him.He walked briskly towards her. “I thought you left,” he said as he sat in front of her.“I just went to the rest room,” she said.“Yeah, of course,” he said, smiling and feeling relieved, like a mountain had been dislodged off his chest. He exhaled lightly and said, as casual as he could, “I want you to come with me.”And there was an immediate apprehension on
Misha’s father took the phone from his wife’s hands and looked at the screen.Misha watched her father’s expression become grimmer by the second. And after a minute, he returned the phone to Ruth and glared at Soren, who looked helpless at the moment, like a defendant in a court waiting if the judge would set him free or give him a life sentence. Worse, Soren didn’t know what his crime was. Misha grabbed the phone from Ruth and looked at the screen: YouTube was splashed on it and there was a video which thumbnail was of a man who resembled Soren. No, it was indeed Soren. She clicked Play and watched it. “Get out of my house!” her father ordered Soren, his voice firm.Soren stood up and looked at Misha. “What is it?” he asked her.Cindy stood beside Soren.Misha stood up, grabbed Soren’s hand and pulled him. “It’s a video of you making a punching bag out of another man,” she told him softly while she was leading him to the door, still holding his hand while her other hand held Ruth’s
“Hello.”Misha wanted to smile the moment she heard Soren’s voice from the other line. It was just one word, and still it was enough to convey massive amount of loneliness and frustration. His past “hellos” to her calls used to happily jump into her ear and dance inside it; now it just sounded sad, like it wanted to just curl up inside her ear and sob .“Hi, are you still driving?” she asked him.“No, I’m home.”“And Cindy?”“I dropped her off at a mall.”“How was she?”“Disappointed,” he said. “But she really wanted to help, so she’s planning to talk to Vera, maybe, Vera talking to your parents would do some good. At least, everything she’d say about working for Kayla wouldn’t be hearsay, and she might have really incriminating evidence.”“Yes,” she agreed, “that would be good.”“So,” he breathed hard, “what’s the verdict?’ Are you calling me to say we should call it quits for real this time? Would this be our last conversation?”And Misha thought she would never be this happy hearin
“Kayla and Brix?” Misha repeated what Soren said. “The Kayla and Brix?”“Yes, the infamous duo,” he answered. “They’re already at the living room as we speak.”“What do they want?” she asked, her voice sounding alarmed.“I haven’t spoken to them but neither looked combative.”They’re treacherous,” she said. “They would look calm in front of you, say nice things, so they will drop your guard down and then they will put out their knives and attack you.”“Wow,” he muttered. “That’s… that’s imaginative.”“I mean, why would Brix go there if they mean no harm? Brix is her attack dog. If Kayla wants just some conversation, she would go alone. If she wants someone punched, he’d bring Brix along.”‘I don’t know,” he said. “I will talk to them.”“Maybe you should call the police first.”“He chuckled. “They haven’t done any crime, Misha.”“But I suspect that they will.”“If they mean to harm me, why would Kayla go with Brix?” he said. “Brix can do the job alone, there’s no need to incriminate he