"You can't go in there, we don't need more ladies for the night." The hefty bouncer barked at Emery, his chest-thumping hard, she feared he would lift her with one hand if she didn't halt her gaits and walk out of the hallway."I know, I know." Emery ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She wasn't ready to stop here, she was a few inches from joining the ladies where they were lined up, she promised to make it there even though she'd later be rejected. She never did it, even though it meant losing her virginity to a stranger tonight, she needed to save her sister from dying."Stop!" Hayden, the man in charge of giving out the ladies to the rich folks yelled at the bouncer. "Stop chasing after her," he commanded, using his hands as a signal for him to not move any further."You can go," he finally nudged his head to tell the hefty bouncer off.Emery heaved a long sigh of relief, her eyes roamed the hallway. Ladies dressed in flimsy clothes, looking seductively attractive. They all

"Please, hold on, Amery. Don't die on me." Emery yelled out. "I swear, I was out to find the money for your surgery." She bent her head to feel her pulse, she was breathing faintly. "God, what do I do?" She pulled her phone out of her bag to call an ambulance.Emery panicked as she watched her twin sister lie lifelessly on the floor; she had lost more weight than she remembered, her hands were so fragile and her skin so pale. Emery sobbed, praying that her sister would not die before the ambulance arrived.A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived, picked them and headed to the hospital.They got to the hospital and Amery was rushed into the emergency ward. Emery had to stay back at the reception while the doctors and nurses treated her sister. She prayed, hoped, and wished.After about three hours, one of the doctors came out. He walked to where Emery was kneeling and called her to his office. She was dead scared as she walked behind the Doctor like a zombie."Doctor, please what ha

Emery scoured the bar for her best friend. She finally saw her attending to a customer at the bar counter; her large hazel eyes squinting as she schmoozed with the customer in front of her, she served him a glass of wine and shoved him away with her hands. Emery smiled, she slung her bag over her shoulder and ambled across the front bar to get to Lola. "Hey, can I have a glass of wine?" Emery requested, mounting on the barstool, she giggled, patiently waiting for Lola to lift her head to see her. "Er… What kind of wine do you—?" Lola halted when she saw Emery. "Fuck you, Emery. Where have you been all these years?" She asked boisterously. She hurried to get Emery off the chair, she dragged her to the hallway, jabbing her head, she heaved her on the stool. "Hey, you are just going to calm down, okay?" Emery knew she was mad at her. "No, don't tell me that. You've been off for days and you expect me to calm down? Where the heck have you been, man?" Lola stood arms akimbo, waiting fo

The incandescent morning sun impaled the window blinds, forming rays above Amery's head as she sat on her bed. Her back was resting on the wall, her countenance was gloomy, and she looked so nervous. It was finally the day of her surgery and she felt she might not make it."Did the Doctor say that I will live? I am so scared, I don't want to die now, Emery." Amery clenched her twin sister's fingers tightly, rubbing her hands on them, she held back a tear from falling. "Why do I feel like it's time for me to die?""Hey, don't say those words. You are not dying now, Doctor Ryan assured me that you will be fine once the tumors are removed." Emery crouched on the bed and hugged her sister. "There is nothing to worry about, you will be fine.""That's what you say all the time, why do I feel you're lying to me?" The tears fell and Emery didn't let go. She caressed her back, trying her best to reassure her that everything will be alright."I won't lie to you about things like this," Emery mu

Benhail fumbled with the files that were stacked on his desk, he got hold of one of them and slid it out of the pile. Flipping through the pages, he stopped at one. He glanced carefully at it and turned to face Mariana, his secretary. "What are the complaints you got from the people at the winery?" He asked her. "We have a problem," Mariana shifted on the chair, she placed her hands on her jaw and looked at Benhail. "There has been a very high demand for our blue wine over the months," she peeked through the file on the table. "Yes, I know that. So, how is it a problem?" He asked, urging her to speak up. "We've successfully delivered within and outside Texas and now the problem is," she sighed and clasped her hands together, rubbing her itching eyes, she pulled out her nerd-like glasses. "We are running out of sweetener for that particular wine, the manager called last night to inform me of the shortage in sweetener." She dropped, wearing her glasses back, she adjusted them so they