Kingston could hardly count how many cans of beer Celestine had drunk and was still drinking. When they started drinking the sun was still up and every touch of it to their skin leaves a pinching soreness but now, the sky had gradually started to get dark, the sun hides with the departure of the clouds surrounding it but until now Celestine was still hadn't finished drinking.Celestine's face was now like a ripe tomato in red, her eyes can't keep still, it wanders everywhere like the eyes of a child just starting to know things about her surrounding, her gait is limp and sometimes she even stumbles on the sand but instead of moaning in pain, the woman was even laughing. Kingston just stared at Celestine. The woman was lying on the sand with a smile playing on her lips, her hair was disheveled with sand that looked like stars twinkling and made the strand of her hair their habitat. "Oh c'mon Celestine, get up," Kingston said as he gently kicked Celest

"Sir, sir, wake up." Vladimir regained his consciousness and opened his eyes as he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. He lifted his body and as he tried to sit on the sharp grass of bermuda a throbbing pain strike on his temples.  "Sir, you fell asleep. We have to close the cemetery now. We suggest that you just visit again tomorrow," The lady guard said with a warm smile on her lips.  Vladimir wandered his eyes to his surroundings. It was already dark. The moon was sheltered by the murky looming clouds. It was only when he becomes conscious that he realized that he fell asleep in the cemetery.  "Uhm, Miss. Can you give me a minute? I'll just say goodbye to her..." he said and looked at the pale tombstone with the name of the woman he loves the most engraved on it in an elegant cursive font.  The lady guard politely nodded her head before she started walking awa

Silence engulfed the whole dining area that even the slightest noise the cutleries were making as an interaction between them happened becomes distinct that it echoed throughout the hallway. No one dares to speak. Their eyes were glued on their plates, petrified that by chance their eyes will meet.  "Sir, I received a call from the bodyguard and he said that Sir Kingston is waiting for you outside," the maid said, breaking the silence between Celestine and Vincent.  She slowly sliced the ham on her plate. Her eyes swiftly glance in Vincent's direction. He wiped the corners of his mouth using the table napkin.  "Tell the guard to let him in. I'll wait for Kingston inside of my room," Vincent said before he abruptly stood up from his seat.  The curtains were swaying back and forth, some of her hair strands were blocking her sight from looking outside the window. It was a peaceful mo

"Thank you, Mr. Mogilevich. I'm looking forward to working with you." Vincent accepts the man's hand offering a handshake. They shake hands and eventually parted ways after minutes of casually talking. "Woah, that's nice," Kingston who just arrived get the glass of wine on the table and drank it. Vincent checked his wristwatch. The meeting took three hours of his time. It somehow made his throat dry so he motioned his hand to call a waiter. "Yes, Sir?""I want a cold glass of water," he said gruffly. "Is that all, sir?" Kingston on Vincent's side spoke, "One chicken fettuccini alfredo and smoked creamy salmon please.""Okay sir, is that all? We have—"Vincent interrupted. "That's all. You can leave now."Kingston chuckled and took a deep breath. "You should at least let him finish and do his job."The glass of cold water that Vincent ordered arrived. The waiter put it fastidious

Despite his astonishment, Kingston became alert and he was quick to pull out the gun on his back and point it in Vladimir's head who was now emotionless. They could no longer read what emotions he hid behind his stern face. It was impossible to decipher what emotion he's surfacing.  Kingston did not expect that Vladimir would tell the truth in front of Vincent. Even though he denied everything to himself he could say that he should not belittle what Vladimir and what he's capable of doing because of what he did right now. He's certain that the man has other plans.  Unfortunately, he can't seem to think of something that Vladimir was planning. And it's his job to know it.  "I won't hesitate to fire this gun on your head." He looked at Vincent. His mouth is slightly opened as if he still could not believe what Vladimir had confessed.  Kingston pressed the gun on Vladimir's head even more but despite that, Vladimir remained calm.