In the next weeks, talks about Mary’s death began to dwindle. The sales of the Havens cloud newspaper had began to rise again and they prepared for the launch of their annual magazine. Theresa had been working tirelessly to get a lot of work done and ready for the magazine. It was a whole lot of work for her since she’d accepted to help her lunch buddy with his work as he’d come down with fever. She hadn’t found the time to go out to the field and asked a couple other journalists to cover for her, while she navigated the publication room, her office and the staff lounge everyday. She also hadn’t had the time to work on the article she intended to write for the magazine although, she was able to come up with a rough sketch. It was always eight long hours of work and most of the time, extra hours to complete her work for the day.          A knock on her slightly opened door made her look up for the fir

“What can I do for you detectives?” Robert threw his coat to the settee in his office and took his seat in front of his desk. Detective Stones and his partner, Veronica Hade had arrived at his office a few minutes ago as he’s secretary had called, saying she found a note in his mail. It was a rumpled sheet of paper with red stains all over, his secretary thought to be blood and the words ‘They’re next’ was written boldly in another bright red colour she suspected to be blood. Staring at the note threat in front of her, she instinctively called the cops immediately. Robert glared harshly at his secretary and it immediately registered in her head that he didn’t like the idea of contacting the police before telling him anything. So, she cut her conversation with the cops and ushered them into his office.   “Your secretary found this note in your mail,” Stones was the one to speak as he placed the sheet on the desk while Robert reached for it to scrutinize the paper

         For each step he took, her heart raced a little faster as she was almost certain he’d follow her. After somehow turning her perfectly shaped butt and glancing over her shoulders to wink at him, she knew she’d just given an unofficial invitation to the devil himself. As speculated, he came upon the door to her office and gently pushed it open, revealing the devilish smirk he had on. Oh my! She gulped as a surge of hunger electrified her body, increasing her pulse rate. He was looking especially exhilarating and ravishing in his black dress shirt which hugged his body tightly, revealing his well toned muscular body. His tousled black, black hair came down his forehead complimenting his hazel coloured eyes which was filled with only lust and desire. Her back was pressed against the desk and he stalked towards hers that smirk still plastered on his face.   “Do you know what you just did?” he stopped when she was just an inch away, h

       Once it was five, Theresa hurriedly completed all she had to do and left the office. She went to the grocery store and bought some food stuffs to prepare William’s favourite meal in a bid to make up for all the time she had missed with him and particularly because she felt guilty for having a sex dream about Sam Johnson. Again, not a sex dream! She slapped herself mentally. When she arrived at the apartment, she took a quick shower, turned on the sound system and started cooking through the help of a YouTube video she had downloaded. Hopefully, the pasta comes out just as good as the one in the video and taste as that of the Oakleys diner. Just in case none of those things pan out as expected, she ordered a box of pizza. She also got a large bowl of ice cream which they were going to eat whilst watching a movie, like old times. She would eventually fall asleep in his arms and he would you tuck her into bed. A wonderful night she had planned for him

      They drove to the Oakley diner as Margaret was craving their milkshake and burger. The drive was mostly quiet except for that time Margaret asked Sam what he thought about Antonius. He was indifferent about it. He wasn’t in support of his actions but then, understood the reasons behind them. He pointed out specifically that he didn’t at all like he had killed a baby. His lips had curled into a sneer when he said it. The scent of burgers, spaghetti, ketchup and fries combined hit them as they made their way to the seat down the diner. Sam ordered a bottle of coke and fries, likewise Margaret, who had gotten chocolate milkshakes instead. And Theresa got herself Oakleys special tea and sandwiches.       They car came to a halt when they came upon Theresa’s apartment building. “Thank you for a lovely evening Margaret,” she appreciated as she got out of the car.   Margaret looked at her watch and huffed. “Do you min