Antonia had been distracted by looking for Maureen and had forgotten to do what Charles instructed. As Clarisse watched the blood scene, tears fell from her eyes. Antonia was rechecking all the rooms upstairs and when she came down, she saw Charles' room door open. She went in and saw Clarisse as well as the blood scene."He killed her," Clarisse said as she saw Antonia."Keep quiet. Don't say a word." Antonia covered Clarisse's mouth."What are you saying?" Clarisse asked in tears and when Antonia saw that she was panicking, she put her hands across Clarisse's mouth and tightened them."Get a grip on yourself. Stay here." Antonia said and rushed to lock the door. "What are you doing? Don't cover this up." Clarisse said as Antonia locked the door. "Shut up!" Antonia said and when she was done with locking the door, she returned to Clarisse."Look, this doesn't mean anything okay? This could be Mr Charles' blood. What if he's ill and possibly hiding it? You're aware that he came home
Alexander Stone sat in his office in Strong Stone Construction (SSC), a company he owned and it was around 3:00 p.m. He bore a bright and hopeful look on his face as he was in his best mood ever. It had been a long since he felt this way and not even making love with his beloved wife, Monica Stone could replace this."Sir, when are we taking our next step?" Jerome, Alexander's bench man asked but Alexander simply giggled. He felt refreshed and Jerome was confused. Jerome didn't understand how he became a comedian and his furrowed brows told the tale. "Calm down, Jerome. The first was just executed and you already want another? You're a bad boy!" Alexander said and giggled while swivelling the chair. "But sir, I think we should at least have a new plan. It seems like we don't have any yet. I think we should kill him." Jerome was thirsty for more blood. His utterance made Alexander chuckle as he couldn't control the amusement in him."Be wise, I won't let him die happily. He's just t
Charles went straight to his study. He was surprised by Antonia's revelation even though it wasn't obvious. He was convinced that Maureen was a gold digger but he was perplexed by her decision to leave. He didn't understand. It appeared unreasonable since he believed that he was her target all along. In his view, there was no way that Maureen would quit her job. He felt that desperate girls never gave up. He was convinced that Maureen was going to come back and even if she didn't, he believed that she was probably too ashamed that her plans failed and left. Charles realised that she didn't wait for her send-off pay and that was the most confusing of all his thoughts. Even if she was ashamed, why would a desperate girl leave without money? Besides, it could be her compensation for their time together. Charles knew that a desperate lady would threaten to announce what happened between them and as such he would have to pay for her silence. He was convinced that Maureen was desperate
I looked up at the woman who had tapped me. She was tall, slim and beautiful. At first glance, I didn't need anyone to tell me her age as she was in her early fifties; ten years frame from my 43 years old mother. I gazed at her brown eyes which were locked in my black. She was on a pair of blue jeans like me but wore a mismatched shirt and scarf which was draped around her neck. Although she was beautiful, she looked rather ordinary. "Yes, ma'am," I said looking at her. "Are you alright?" she asked. I think she's worried. "Yes," I answered. "Okay, but you don't look good. Is something the problem?" "No, I'm fine," I answered uninterestedly in speaking out."You're crying and you say you're fine? You don't have to feel alone. Why are you sitting here? It's okay! You can talk to me." she said and I didn't utter a single word."You don't need to feel ashamed. I see you have a bag! Do you have where to stay? Are you homeless? Were you kicked out?" she said and yet I didn't reply. In
A YEAR AND FOUR MONTHS AGO.I had just celebrated my 18th birthday. I watched my mother's teary face as I departed to the unknown. Every part of me was breaking and I couldn't watch. I had to go. She was shattered and broken. My father was enough disappointment for us. I walked slowly with my heart beating in my chest, at the thought of my mother having another traumatizing experience.I was sure I was far from view and turned back to look one last time. I wasn't sure when I was going to return. Suddenly, I felt her hand clutch my dress."Mama! I have to go." I told mom. The pain was evident on my face and I hoped she could read my pain and not feel that I wanted to run away. I'm certainly not dad! I had a purpose- one which I aimed to achieve."Sweetheart! You don't have to go that far. Please!" She begged. It was becoming too much for me. I didn't know if I could keep up with my will. I just couldn't bear her unceasing pleas."Mom! There's no life for me here. I want to be the daug
"Oh no!" Claudia my short blonde colleague said and I rushed to her. "What's the matter?" I asked in confusion as her face bore sadness and it lingered on it. "Maureen!" She called out and I became worried. "What?" I responded in haste and then she spoke. "It's my friend," she said and paused thereby keeping me in suspense before she spoke again. "It's Hannah, my childhood friend. Her mother called and informed me that Hannah hasn't called since she left for Tokyo.Marise also said that she should have called her when she got to the airport but she didn't receive a call not even a message like they do every time and that her flight took off by 9:30a.m.”"Calm down!" I admonished. "How can I? I'm worried about her. I'm more scared because it's been a long since she left. She didn't even send a message or a pic. What if it's serious?""You don't need to be bothered. She could have forgotten, don't let this weigh you down, c'mon. It could be that her phone was stolen before she arriv
Hurriedly, I rushed to the bathroom, washed up then came out, I raced as I wiped my body. I picked up my uniform, fixed into my black-spotted white shirt then adjusted the zipper of my tightly-fit-straight-long black skirt before forcing my legs into the black flats by the corner. Then standing by my bed, I rolled my hair into a French bun that was too thick and heavy to be carried around, and since I've adapted to the style as I couldn't wear my hair in a ponytail or let it down like the others due to its massive length, I endured its disturbance on my neck. Before rushing out, I stuck my iPhone by the front, on my stomach and since my shirt was tucked into the skirt, my phone was tightly positioned with the bottom into my skirt and the top visible outside, on my shirt. I hurried out, headed for the kitchen and walking in, I was questioned by the head chef, Samson Woods's menacing scowl. "Sorry!" I apologized quickly as I didn't want to be queried so early. I had already taken a hea
The air traffic controllers were still on the search for West Land aircraft and utilised all the radar systems they had available to track it down. After the disappearance of WL flight, A245 MAX which dropped from the radar in Los Angeles (LA) and thereby lost contact with the airport control tower, the next radar system part of the plane's flight plan was contacted to track down the plane and then, a host of others. With all radar facilities utilised, the destination airport, Narita International Airport in Tokyo was informed. Irrespective of all efforts, the plane was still missing and Charles was deeply disturbed. It was a long day for him as he hasn't been himself since he has been pinned on the search for his missing aircraft. It was late and yet the employees and search personnel were still working. They couldn't abandon the issue at hand as it posed a threat to the lives of many individuals as well as the airline. Charles was sitting on his couch when his phone beeped and th