She heard them talking on the phone. Once again MJ Billings had failed to show up for her brother.Sonya tried to understand the first time because even though she never left Jorge’s side, she was also scared. But what excuse did MJ have this time around?MJ could have at least called her, but she decided to call her sketchy bodyguard, Jackson, with instructions to keep a close eye on Jorge and not to allow the police to interrogate him. It seemed like everyone was suddenly pretending she was a nobody because Jorge did not remember her, but she still wore his ring on her finger, she was still his fiancee.She watched the guard as he disappeared to get himself more coffee. Sonya could not trust him, but he was the only one who had shown up since Jorge woke up, even Shannon had vanished. She did not even want to think about Lola, God knows she landed there by mistake the other day.She was startled by her phone blaring up, she took it out and saw th

It was approximately 11p.m. when Sonya Smith arrived outside her apartment building, she paid the Uber driver and stood on the pavement as she watched him drive away.She heaved a sigh, turning around to face the old rusty building in plight. It did not matter what time of the day it was, the building was always dull, its quietness intimidating. It was worse now that she was unemployed, just the thought of returning to this place every single day made her feel poor.In a way, Jorge’s hospitalisation had rescued her; Meneer Brown could hardly say she used up too much water or electricity, she was barely ever home; she bathed and ate at the hospital and only ever stopped by to get a change of clothes.No one had to know that she had not paid rent these past three months or that she had cancelled all her clothing accounts, all that was mundane as compared to her boyfriend’s life. It was sad that he had lost his memory and would be wheelchair-bound, but the wo

The entire office floor was covered in papers, a crumbling sound filling the room as another paper was scrunched up and tossed away.Logan stared at the pile of the blank pages staring back at him without a clue.This was far worse than he had anticipated, it did not matter whether he came up with the best designs now or tomorrow, bringing those sketches to life was going to take months, and by then, his business would be over and done.He ran into a displeased client while in Gold Reef, the same time he received a text from Kyle, warning him about how he would be in hot waters if he returned with MJ, he also received an urgent email from a close companion and a client who happened to spot him, and they returned to Cape Town in the man's jet which was arranged to leave an hour after MJ took off.Logan had spoken too soon, his problems were far from over, he had only considered the goods that were supposed to leave the country and completely forgot

Zoe Botha was preparing the necessary documents in her office in order to pay Jorge Billings a visit at the hospital since his sister had been doing everything in her power to prevent her from questioning him about the night he was shot.It was still early in the morning and she had spent the entire night at the station, going over all the cases that had been giving her a headache.She had been about to head home for a quick shower when she received the call.The last thing she had expected was to go to a crime scene with a bad breath and sweaty armpits.The news of a murder spread like wildfire, especially when the first response team arrived first. Journalists and residents littered outside the building. Most of them were still in their gowns and pajamas, she could not blame them though, it was still early.The owner of the building, Mr Brown directed Zoe to the apartment, he claimed that he had not heard or seen anyone walk in, and

Brianna slipped out of her heels and shrugged off her coat simultaneously, and then threw the coat on the armrest before plopping down on the couch with an exasperated sigh. She laid back, facing the ceiling, and closed her eyes. It was ten minutes into 12p.m., and she had just arrived home from Ireland. Thankfully, her husband was at work and the kids were at elementary school, so she could catch a rest before the kids made their return. Brianna barely slept the previous night, she was exhausted from the hectic evening she had and from travelling. And to top it off, she was losing her mind waiting for Javier to update her on his trip. Her eyes were heavy and she was starting to drift off when her phone blared up, and she fumbled about and searched her coat, retrieving the phone and answering the international call. "Javier!" A soft chuckle sounded from the other side, and she slumped back in her seat, relieved to hear his voice. "Missed me that much?" He asked, humour in his voi