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Her Con Artist ♤Chap: 18
It was weekend so we woke up late, after Eric took a shower and changed into fresh clothes. We took a quick stop at my apartment for me to get changed. After all the hassle, we reached the apartment where everybody waited for us. "Come have breakfast, if you hadn't." Owen said, taking a sip from his coffee."I am hungry." I announced as I walked inside the kitchen and took a seat beside Keith. Keith was kind enough to pass the plate and food towards me. Thanking him, I dug into my food. While I chewed my food, I looked at them to see what got them all gathered around Russell. Eric had passed them the file which contained Talons picture and some stuff related to him. "He was Leon's Assistant Director for about 12 years." Owen read out loud with a stun look. "We got the right man." Russell said, flipping the page to read the next page. "Tell me about his personal stuff if it is mentioned there." I said, in between eating. Russell nodded his head, flipping a few pages he stopped
Her Con Artist ♤Chap ; 19
IN THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW:Ella and Owen were taken by the employees who were supporting them, towards Leon's office. Eric and Russell were also close behind them which were also accompanied by other half of employees. One of the employee knocked the door of Leon's mirrored room. Everyone could see him reading a file on his table. Calling them in, Leon who was cladded in a three piece suit, fixing his tie he approached Ella and Owen. "Please take a seat." Leon said, voice stuffed with kindness that Ella and Owen had to raise their eyebrows up in question that this man has manner after all the barbaric he has done."We are here to interview Sir." Ella started with a bright smile on her face though her heart was burning with hate for him. Leon gave the young interviews a fake smile, he was tired of answering the same questions again and again but he had to keep a good image in front of them so he gave them a smile."How did you come up with your recent product?" Owen asked questi
Her Con Artist ♤ EPILOGUE ♤
After all the chaos was done and dusted. It was finally the time for Eric and his squad to move on. While waiting for Leon's hearing, everybody started to pack their stuff. I didnt had much in there except for a few ball points that i brought on the way to them. Collecting them from around the house, i put them in my bag. Yes you read it right, around the house, i can guarantee you,stationary has legs. You seem to find them in those areas which makes you think how did it get here. Hey before you judge me, i am a self-made person, i didn't had anything given to me on silver spoon. I had to work my ass off to get what i wanted. Anyway, Owen had to move out on the same day because his work was waiting for him. He can't waste a single minute now otherwise his boss who is also his friend, would beat his ass. So we decided to do a little party dinner outside just to spend some quality time with each other before we go our ways. Russell and Eric found a really good open space-restaurant.
Her Con Artist ♤Chap: 1
Just one more and i am done. I thought as my fingers ran over the keyboard, aching badly from typing for a long time. They felt like they are about to fall off. Eyes which were now burning, moving up and down from the bright laptop screen to the keyboard. Pressing Enter, click, the only sound heard in the empty office and i was done with my work. The sound of this specific key made my heart flutter with so happiness that even a boy failed to do so over the years. Boring life. Right?. Sighing, i stretched my arms above my head and yawned with my neck stretched to right. Relaxing the taut muscles. "Are you done?." Quickly moving my arms down, fixing my ridden shirt, i looked up at my colleague who was my friend as well. Dalton who stood in front of my table with a tired look and messed up blonde hair. "Yes, at last." I said, running a hand over my face in tiredness. "Good. Transfer the files to me and let's get going." He said and sat down on a tiny space on my table. Quickly s
Her Con Artist ♤Chap: 2
Water. I want water. Running, sweating, panting like a dog, i finally grabbed the only water bottle available in the mart. Haphazardly dropping the cap of the bottle on the floor as i chugged cold water down my throat. Quenching my thirst. Satisfaction filled my bones as i looked up and- "Monica!." Hands shoke me aggressively, making me freeze in my dream.What the hell?. Gears started moving in my head as my heart was beating rapidly against my rib cage. My hand molded into a fist, throwing the covers away and threw a punch at the culprit. My vision was still bit hazy but my mind was alert. "Oumh!! Ah!" The man fall down on the floor with thud as i punched and pushed them away. Not giving time for the culprit to recover and fight me back, i grabbed the lamp from the side table of the bed and hit them on their abdomen, which caused them to drop their hands from their face to cover the abdomen. My hands were sweaty from the tension which was running in my body and could feel my br
Her Con Artist ♤Chap:3
Today it was company's annual dinner, so I was getting ready for it. My outfit was off shoulder black dress which came above my knees with long sleeves and belt. It was cute and sexy. I chose my favorite high heel boots and wooden colored jacket trench coat. I went with light smoky eyes and maroon lipstick. Letting go of my long blonde hair into their natural curls and just brushed them to untangle them. After i was ready, i walked towards the full length mirror to observe myself. I was satisfied the way i look. My eyes slowly moving over the pieces of clothes i wore as memories rushed to my mind in a flash. How i used to long for these things. I would be happy even if i just touched the good clothes, feel the texture against my rough skin. Wanted proper shoes to wear not the ones which had holes in them. How i wished i had another warm coat to wear in the cold except the one that i have been using for years now. It never offered me warmth but only gave me sense of comfort that i ha
Her Con Artist ♤Chap:4
Seating in the car, i looked at the messages and emails that i received over the day. First one belonged to Zara. Take care bro :) She replied to my message that i send her yesterday night on my way back home telling her i am going home with a colleague of mine. I was finish with my work for today, which was really hectic. I was waiting outside Zara's apartment to pick her up for our dinner. Funny, i read her message now as i stood outside of her house. I put my hand the car horn and she came out as soon as the horn sound finished. She came near the car glaring at me for horning. I shrugged my shoulders as i gave her a toothy smile to rile her up. She shoke her head and sat inside the car. Leaving Zara at her place i drive out and was not feeling going home. So i decided to just drive around the city. Looking at my mobile to know the time it was 9 o'clock, putting up a music, i started my journey. Just driving here and there, lost in my thoughts. I applied break as the signal tur
Her Con Artist ♤Chap: 5
Days went by as usual. Work, eat, sleep. The coming days were important to all of us as we are trying to secure a deal with a major shareholder. So everybody is busy all day around. I didn't went anywhere except home and back to office. I was a bit nervous today because i have present the idea of our new project with every head of all departments. Dalton cheered me up, giving me thumbs up as he entered the meeting room. I nodded my head and took a deep breath. The meeting was tiringly long, i took a seat when i was done. My boss who was siting beside me gave me pat on my back with a satisfied look. It felt like alk my tiredness went away at that. The meeting was over after 3 hours, i stayed in the office while the rest went away. I put my head on the table and closed my eyes, i was really tired today. Have been working day and night for the past week for this presentation. I heard the opening of the door, but i was too lazy to look up and see who was here."Here drink this." It was Da
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