Madison swallowed nervously, her heart pounding as she hurriedly ran after Alvarez. She silently prayed that whatever had him in such a mood, was not as bad as she had already begun to imagine, because a lot of different scenarios had already started to play out in her head. Deciding to hear from Alvarez first before jumping into conclusions and giving herself a heart attack, she walked faster to get to him, and soon she sighted him.He was just about to go into his bedroom, and she caught him on time."Alvarez!" She called out, making him pause in his steps, as he turned to look in her direction. He frowned, a bit surprised to see her, she could see it in his countenance but that was the least of her worries now. Already out of breath from racing so fast after him, she finally got to where he was standing, and exhaled in relief slowly."Madison… What's the matter? Did something happen in the kitchen?" He asked, panic already obvious on his face.She shook her head quickly, "No, n
Damien's fingers moved feverishly over the keyboard of his computer, as he typed out all the information he needed for a project at hand.He needed to forward it to his business partner as soon as possible, and he couldn’t afford any delays at all. He was supposed to have finished last night, but of course he had to entertain Katherine, who like always never got enough.He had woken up as early as possible this morning, partly because he had to rush down to the office and finish up his work and partly because he also really didn't feel like talking to Katherine first thing in the morning. He had a feeling that talking to her would put him in a bad mood, and he was doing his best to avoid that.As he neared the last paragraph of the document he was writing, the office phone rang stalling him down for a while, and Putting it on hands-free, he listened as his secretary informed him that Mr Rudiger and the lawyer were here to see him. Instantly, his fingers on the keyboard paused, as he
"You're sure I'm not underdressed, babe?" Katherine asked for the tenth time since she left Damien's house that evening, staring up at him with a pout on her face. She had been worrying nonstop about looking too basic the entire day, and so far as Damien could count, she had already changed three times tonight; twice when he was already dressed and ready, waiting for her makeup artist to finish working on her face and fixing her hair, then the third time when they had driven a short distance from the house. Something was wrong with the dress, so she had said and she had made him drive back to the house after pleading incessantly. Though he was irritated and a bit annoyed, he had agreed, taking her back home and waiting for her to change. The last time though, when she asked about her outfit again in his car, he had simply ignored her, to avoid saying something the both of them would regret. Now, they stood outside his mother's large house, and she had just pressed the doorbell wh
Madison smoothed down the front of the brightly-colored uniform she was currently putting on, trying to make it look as presentable as possible. This was the waitress uniform she had gotten, when she had been hired to work in this bar or was it club rather, and all her colleagues also were required to wear it too. Her palms clammy as she rubbed them over the dress, Madison let out a hiss at how the cloth looked tonight. It was rumpled after she had washed it earlier, and since there was no electricity, neither did she have a pressing iron she could use, she had left it there to dry and stretch like that. There was the alternative of taking the clothes to the dry cleaners, but well she couldn't exactly afford, and weighing her options she had decided to just wash and leave it.Sighing for the umpteenth time again, she flipped out the dress again, smoothing it down with her to take out all the creases, but all her attempts was proving futile. Frustrated already and sighing yet again
“My establishment, my club, and you have the guts to step foot in here! What the fuck, are you doing here sleaze? Security!”Madison froze at the sound of that voice. She knew that voice… and no it couldn't be, but it was. She held herself, her feets trembling as she slowly turned around, and then her mouth dropped open in surprise, as his name flew out of her lips in a stutter, “Da… Damien…”She couldn’t believe it, and she was taken aback when she saw the face of the very man that haunted every part of her brain, ingrained in every fragmented memory she had, and the effect had her nearly staggering back in shock. She repeated the words he’d just said over and over again, and her mouth widened in shock as she came to the stark realization that this was his club.His bar, which he owned.He was the owner of this establishment? Madison pondered, her stomach beginning to churn in fear. Her head spun as she clutched a nearby chair, almost spilling up the contents of the tray she held
"Yes, of course. I look forward to working with you.” Damien spoke into the receiver, smiling as he concluded a deal with Antonio Garcia from Antonio Enterprises. For years he had aimed at making this tough man one of his partners, and after he had delivered the rough draft of his ideas for an ongoing project to the board, they had been so successful that some other companies and tycoons had begun to reach out to him, including Antonio. As he replaced the receiver, Damien had a wide grin on his face, his first genuine smile in weeks. Landing this deal would distract him very well, as it would mean that he was to be busy checking through and it would also make him think of something else other than the past that had come back to haunt him. Checking through his schedule for today and seeing that there wasn't any urgent business to take care of, he decided he would take the rest of the day off to rest and celebrate.After all this deal, called for some kind of celebration and he was
~A Dream… 11 Years Earlier~"Is anyone home?! Open up!"Damien frowned at the urgent tone of whoever was knocking on the door, and getting up from the chair he walked straight to the wooden door, that housed the small cottage he lived in with his parents. The knock resounded again, and without wasting any more time he unlocked the door, revealing three men, who had a look of alarm on their faces. As he was about to ask what the problem was, his eyes flew down to what they were carrying, and he nearly fell to the floor in shock when he sighted the crumpled figure of his limp father.The sight was an eyesore to behold, and lips dropping open in shock, Damien noted that his father was nearly unconscious with a huge gash in his thigh, feets and both his hands injured as well, bleeding profusely. The sight of these wounds threw Damien off balance, and he began to wonder what could have happened. His father had been fine this morning. He had been perfectly okay… so, so what the hell was
"Tell me something nice.” Damien said as soon as Mr Rudiger and the lawyer Mr Paul, took their seats. They had informed him earlier this morning that they would be here first thing today, and he eagerly anticipated their arrival, already waiting to hear whatever news they had for him.. Clearing his throat, Mr Rudiger nodded, "We started a background check on each member of the family to enable us get more information, or anything at all that might be linked to their downfall from power. Just like you ordered actually…” The grey haired man said, and cleared his throat before continuing, “But…we indirectly found out something else. Something that is shocking and personally I couldn’t just pass it so, so I decided to bring it to you at once.”“Okay, and what is this thing about?” Damien asked impatiently, his hands tapping away at his thighs.“Sir… It's about Madison Connor."Damien inhaled sharply, his mind racing at the mention of that name, and his chest squeezing in that nostalgic