Tatiana crossed her perfectly shaped legs, her ruby lips curving in a smile while she waited. Her mind bringing the havoc she was about to wreak to life. She couldn't wait to disclose the bit of information she discovered. Her hands patting her designer handbag as if it were her co-conspirer.
"Ahh, Tatiana, my dear." She rose to greet Mr. Greyson. His arms enclosing her gently. "I have been meaning to get in touch with you, but I was holding off until I had a solution to dealing with my idiotic son."
Reportedly, the son of a business tycoon, Lex Greyson, has been spotted carrying on an immoral relationship with one of his students. This news is a huge shock to the media. The student in question is only identified as a miss Davenport. It is believed that this alliance was the reason for the prodigal son's split from his fiancé Tatiana.Sources tell us that this young woman is trading sexual favors for grades and when Mr. Greyson's intention to marry another was realized, she quickly used the relationship between this to blackmail the young man.
Lex eyed his watch as if his attention to the time would make it speed up. He was early, he was well aware of it but he needed time to collect his thoughts and prepare himself mentally. He didn't know how this meeting would turn out, after all, the board has proven to be highly unpredictable as a jury many times over."Nervous, son?"Lex's jaw clenched at the all too familiar tone. He took a second to breathe before he turned his attention to the devil that would no doubt attempt to bait hi
Isis Davenport rushed to class. She couldn’t believe how unfortunate she was. It was her first day of college and she was already late! She dashed down the halls, unable to recognize any of her new surroundings; she just focused on finding her first Humanities class. She prayed to God this professor was as nice as her former literature teacher.She pushed open the door and declared. “I am so sorry, I’m late.” One more step in and she tripped, slightly losing balance. Isis righted herself but, her books, her handbag, and all of her belongings were scattered on the marbled floor. The sound of the objects echoing deadly in her ear and her
Isis stood amidst the students, her pace seemingly slow. She stilled and looked on as everyone bustled busily around her. She felt so out of place. Her classes were done for the day, none of them half as eventful as her first class this morning. Her eyes roamed the grounds in search of a quiet place to sit and be alone.“Hey you!” She spun around and for the first time for that day she smiled genuinely.“Alex.” She breathed as her best and only friend walked towards
Isis plunged the key into the hole and jerked the door open. She stared grimly at the inside of her home. Who ever thought living alone could be so deafening? Didn’t college students usually jump for joy at being away from their parents?She pulled out her cell and texted Alex.Isis: Hey! I am home.Her cell buzzed
“I think you should do it.” Alex replied as she swallowed the last bite of her sandwich. Isis stared at her in disbelief.“Journalism? Are you insane? I would suck.” Isis replied, her eyes pleading with Alex to help her make an excuse, any excuse not to join.“You would not suck! Besides, you told him you would try so...try.” Alex persisted, waving her hands in the air as if her advice was a no brainer.
Lex didn’t notice the people he pushed aside; the only thought on his mind was to get to Isis before Sam. He knew the man, he would use her and leave her and somehow his conscious couldn’t allow that to happen. Sam was just about to gain her attention, he leaned casually against the bar and his lips parted to speak, to attract her attention.Lex grabbed hold of his arm in a crushing grasp and yanked him back. Sam stared at Lex in confusion, his arm pulsing dangerously as the blood supply halted.
Isis rushed to class and prayed to God she didn’t reach late. Last night had taken more out of her than she thought; she spent hours tossing on her bed only to fall asleep for two hours before her alarm sounded. So now she was rushing to class…again. Her hair a heaped mess and her eyes stained with eyeliner. She didn’t know what sorcery it would take for her to start removing her make-up before bed.Turning into the corridor, she almost ran directly into Mr Greyson. She halted slightly, the sight of him dredging up strange emotions. She was very much annoyed at his behaviour the night before, yet a tiny part of her felt elated to see him.