ZOEY  Tears. Tears can be of different meanings,it could signify joy,love,hope,but the dreadful one nobody wished to experience is Sorrows and Pain. Unfortunately that was what life mostly bestowed in recent times,only few were lucky to have the good part. Same Fate could be said for Zoey. Hot tears of sorrows streaming down her eyes ceaselessly as she stood by her parents grave in one of New York's expensive cemetery. Well wishers and sympathizers had already dispersed after the burial but she chose to remain there. Alone,drenched under the heavy rain that poured over her umbrella that soon flew away from the raging wind. She didn't bother about the cold that stormed against her body or the wetness her black attire leaned against her skin. All that occurred to her were memories of her parents playing over and over in her head. Her hands clenched into a fist remembering how they died. A miserable death that nobody deserves. They died

ZOEYTies could be seen swinging in the air as various board of directors scurried along various floors leading to the highest level in the Johansson's company skyscraper. Anxiety could be perceived and a a certain amount of restlessness reeked off them. Regardless,Zoey was oblivious to these things. She was right seated at the end of the long dressed in a black formal suit with a white inner shirt and her now straightened hair packed in a ponytail. Behind her was a large thick glass window that illuminated the narrow but long room. It gave her the proper glance of her Parents board of directors who all scurried into the room with a nervous expression plastered on their faces. Each of them taking comfort with the black swivels hugging beneath the white desk. They paid their greetings but she bought none of them. She wasn't here for the directors nor business. There was only one thing,Revenge.   Her tiny smile vanished into

ZOEYIn the early hours of the morning,Zoey had visited her parents mansion. She had hoped to find comfort to fill the emptiness within her but in the end. She ended up a crying mess. Thinking about the turbulence that life had bestowed upon her. She wished for days when she was younger,where she knew no pain,no disappointments nor betrayal. Simply love. In the end,that wish is a castle in the air.There was so much responsibilities now,so much pain,anger,and betrayal now. From her relationship troubles to her parents deaths,to her best friend's betrayal,her career flop and most importantly,being the CEO. If one had told her life will turn into a simmering mess such as these,she would have vehemently argued.  But this is life and it's unexpected tidal waves. People expects her to be strong,to pull through this catastrophe but the truth is...everything was a facade. Deep inside she was mourning her great loss. 

GRAY"Mr. Robertson!...""Mr. Robertson!!..""Mr. Robertson!!... What do you have to say after the partnership with Johansson group of companies suddenly crashed?!.""There are rumours that your Family will soon drop from the status of billionaires after Johansson company deserted your partnership,is that true?!."Gray squeezed his eyes as more of cameras popped around him and his entourage who were busy clearing the path to his Rolls Royce Phantom. Their lights flashing and microphones appearing from various angles with a sizeable amount of hustling reporters clustering around him as he progressed. Gray was still battling with the letter of termination he just received from his Father's company he just stepped out of and now he had to deal with this persistent crowd and their strong resolve in succumbing to their heat and questions that flowed ceaselessly yet eloquently f

FUNKE  The morning was peaceful but she was at war. Daniel's mother had gone to the market while Uncle B busied himself with his usual business;drinking and chasing after women with his friends. Leaving her with Daniel who was still asleep in his room. Days had passed since she last visited nor even spoken to Daniel. She was only here due to his mother's request. The feeling of rejection was still there. Her love for him could be dated back to their secondary school days. When she had bumped into him from obliviousness at the library. Their array of books had clashed and crashed to the marble floor but he didn't take offence. Rather,he had expressed the most brightest and heartwarming smile she had ever seen. Scooping her book gently and arranging them in a straightened order. She had apologized countlessly for her actions but he maintained his countenance,apologizing instead. It was that smile,that care and warmth i