RED INKEp 21: One Ego in mind•• ~~Linda's Point of View~~ "Have you prepared the presentation?" She asked Greg who was standing opposite her. He came forward and handed her the flash drive in his hand. She collected it and looked at it, it was a tiny flash drive, it barely reached one-third of her finger. "I will go through it one last time. Have you been able to contact Mr Dillion?" "His assistant has been picking the calls." "So, not once has he communicated with you, himself?" He shook his head. "No." Linda scoffed. "What does he feel like? " She murmured to herself. "If not that this is important, I wouldn't have bothered." She looked at Gregory, "So, is it certain he will be attending the meeting?" "Yes, young madame. His assistant confirmed he will be there." "Then we better see for ourselves. Wednesday morning, 8:00AM is the fixed time. We will be there thirty minutes early. After all, we are the ones going after him." "Madame, don't you think going thirty minute

RED INKEP 23: Succumb not to seduction•• "I don't know how to find him." She said to Fiona. "You said you researched him online." "Yes. But his information are limited. It's as if it was blocked out of the internet. There is little to no information on his family." "I understand that some people are very private people. Luckily, you both will run into each other again, someday." She drew her to the table, drew out the chair and sat her down. "Eat. Your food will get cold." "When you leave the room." She patted her shoulder. "I told you I wouldn't leave anytime soon." "You said until I tell you what made me sulk. I have." "When did I say that?" "Nana!" "Alright. Alright. I will leave. Finish everything on the plates. If you need more, just go to the kitchen." "Fine." Fiona walked to the door. "Where is the jug of juice you took away this morning?" "The maids took them out while cleaning. Should be in the kitchen." "Okay." Fiona walked out of her room and closed the do

RED INKEP 25: A Place to Start•• The hard pitter patter of the rain on the concrete flooring was considered a stop to activities for the day. Nobody would want to enter such a weather to get to where they were going, except that place was home. Peter with his violin bag strapped at his back and his hands in his pockets looked up at the sky like a child who was excited to receive a candy for a job well done. It was always that time of the year, let the season do its job. Linda stood beside him. "It has started raining...again."Peter smiled. "Let it shine. It is its season afterall, and it comes with a lot of cold."She was mesmerized by his endearing personality to act without pretence as he pleased on a first date. And though that was a characteristic she admired, the wide smile on his face and the excitement on it captivated her more. When he turned to look at her, the light in his eyes—it sparkled like crystals in a blocked cave. "What do you say, Linda Springdam?" He asked.

RED INKEP 27: You know I am no Angel, nor Devil•• Linda despite having had a wonderful evening was exhausted, and she didn't know why. To make it even worse, she had a very busy schedule the next day.She sat in her bath tub thinking about the work she would be doing tomorrow, it was going to be another hectic day. She had meetings with her group and other organizers, she wouldn't have time for herself. At this moment, she just wished she had someone assisting her with her work. She sighed. Around the edges of her tub were small fragrant candles that smelled of strawberry and cherry. The water was foamy to her skin. She looked at the foams and raised her leg up, admiring the bubbles. Some times, she found herself deviating in thoughts, thinking about her earlier date this evening. He was famous for opera and yet she never knee about it. She wasn't surprised because she definitely hated opera. But, thinking back to that night at the opera house, watching him perform was not that bo

RED INKEP 29: Hold my Disposition•• Sai sat down in her bed, drinking the little soup that was bought for her by Clara. It was goat meat soup boiled together with mushrooms and basil, which added a tender taste to its consistency. It was satisfying her craving. Though she still had drip fixed to her hand, she was feeling better, too well. Her bodyguards had been well fed by Clara who saw the need to get them meals to eat while they were here at the hospital, since they couldn't leave their posts. Now Clara had gone out again, to get them their third meal of the day. It's been two days since she was awake and Dillion had not come to see her. What was happening? Griggs stated that he would come when he was ready to but she just wasn't prepared to be left suspended like this. She drank her last drop of soup from the plate, Crux who seemed to be the most sympathetic one among them helped her with her plate, by placing it on the fridge. "Thank you...C-ruz?" "Crux." He corrected, g