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Chapter Thirty-four
Sam let out a rile sigh. Why now? Charles was the manager of the auto mechanic garage who took appropriate care of anything and everything that goes wrong in their cars. After he had put a few calls through to him the day before, Charles claimed his schedule was occupied for the next two days but promised to come by the weekend. Yesterday he had expected him, he didn’t show up and today, when he had forgotten he even sent for him, he shows up. Just when he was in the middle of something. He groaned out, exchanging looks with Theresa whose cheek had become pink. It was apparent she was embarrassed Margaret had caught them making out. Something he couldn’t care less about. A cheeky smile tugged at his lips as he watched her button her shirt all the way to the top. And he gave her a ‘this isn’t over’ look before following Margaret down to the living room where Charles sat patiently, awaiting him.
“Charles.” He called unethusiastically o
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Sam looked up from the monitor to see his assistant come in with a latte in hand and a news paper in the other. "Here is today's Cloud newspaper sir," she said, leaving it on the desk, as well as the decaf latte. She flipped open her notepad and began to read out his schedule for the day. ". . . and you have a lunch meeting with Louise Sanders at two to discuss the publication of the last book in her trilogy," she finished, hooking the pen to the notepad. Sam nodded. "I'll speak with Louise Sanders in the early hours of the evening. So, postpone the interview till then." She nodded and quickly scribbled it down on the notepad. "Anything else?" "No," he answered. "Thank you, Emilia." And she exited the office. He sighed. He has been awaiting that lat
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Then, her face rested on the ‘distraction’ in front of her. After last Saturday, she’d done well to avoid any conversation pertaining to what had happened. And thank goodness, Sam hadn’t brought it up. They were fine, things were great between them. When Margaret had confronted her about it, whilst they were watering the flowers in the garden, Theresa couldn’t hide the colour that formed on her face as she recalled how his mouth devouring hers hungrily and Sam, pinning her hand to the back, taking charge of that situation right then. Unfailingly, Margaret noticed this. But she resigned to just seat on the sidelines and watch how things evolve. Maybe this time, Theresa would get a strong hold of Sam and he wouldn’t bolt like always. His eyes glinted as he smiled at her, before walking into her office, while Theresa closed the door behind him. “Where were you off to just now?” Sam asked, leaning into her desk.
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Sam was still leaning on her desk, smiling to himself. He glanced at his wrist watch. Since she left now, it wouldn’t take her more than fifteen minutes to get to the city’s capital. At most, twenty if there’s any hitch on the road. He tucked his hands into his pocket, standing upright. He wandered to the window side and drew back the curtain. Quick enough to see her board a cab. As usual, she had gone with a photographer. He smiled to himself again, recalling the first time he heard her name in the house. It was that Saturday after the award show. He overheard Robert informing Margaret that he’ll be expecting a guest that morning, by name, Theresa Gray. Something had come up with the Cloud papers that morning so he had rushed out to the agency before she arrived. Well, it would have been a shame if he hadn’t been around to see her in the house and she didn’t accept Robert’s contract and job offer. That would mean he probably wouldn’t have
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Theresa typed in the last word of the article and saved it. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth as she rested into her seat. After the speech at the city’s capital she had to go on to the small commotion that had come about as a result of the Mayor’s speech. So, he didn’t deny his statement but blatantly accepted it placating that the people were of their opine. This caused an upset and there were a group of people who demanded he drop out of the coming elections. She had followed up the small protest closely before it resulted into a violent backlash just in time for her to take to her heels. Quite a story she had to write on that one. And she had only just finished. She leaned forward again and quickly sent it to the editor before her intercom buzzed. She pushed down the button and said into the receiver, “I’ve sent it already,” before putting it off. Phew. She mentally wiped sweat from her forehead. Another day successfully completed. Ju
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Her last stop was a bar downtown. Theresa found herself feeling more forlorn than ever seated on the stool behind the counter. Now, she was officially out of job. Mentally, she calculated about how tiring it might be as soon, she would have to go in search of another job if she didn't want to get kicked out of her apartment. After she had left Havens Cloud, she had spent what was almost ten minutes outside Havens Cloud thinking of how to go about the rest of the day. Going home was not an option. Not when there was a ninety nine point nine percent chance she would fall asleep and it would happen again.As much as her solitude would feel her with so much comfort, doing that was inviting free roaming of the hundred and one thoughts about everything that happened. To top it, this 'thing' with Sam. Off the top of her head, she prayed she didn't hit a nerve with everything she let out but within her, she hoped to get him upset. She thought it was unfair that on
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The only positive she got from getting herself drunk last night was that she slept like a log – a very restful sleep – for the first time in a long while. There were no nightmares which made her want to consider knocking her self out with shots of strong alcohol before going to bed every night. But there was the terrible thing about it. It seemed like someone or something was pulling her head apart. Which meant she would have to get prepared to wake every morning with that splitting headache she was feeling right now. A loud groan escaped her mouth and her fingers dug into her hair frustratingly as she rolled on either side of the bed continually. After a moment, she reached for her phone on the headboard and quickly scanned through it. It hadn't been plug in since yesterday, so she fished out her charger from the drawer and plugged it in. There were about five missed call; two from her Mom, a couple from Anaya and the most
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