Dylan clipped the last buttoned on his shirt and threw on his suit jacket. He gently walked out of his room and headed to the living room. On getting there, he saw Chelsea standing and waiting for him with her hands clasped behind her. "Good Morning" she greeted with a smile."Let's go" he replied, not answering her greeting and walked away towards the door.Chelsea turned to Joyce who stood, watching with a smiling face. The motherly housekeeper nodded approvingly at her. She smiled and turned, walking out behind Dylan.They boarded the Urus and were soon speeding on the highway towards downtown. ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤At Cross Enterprises, Dylan called for a meeting with the executive board. He stood at the head of the table, waiting for each member to arrive. Chelsea sat by his right hand, her eyes fixed on the part of the table before her. Selina was the last member to arrive. Her face was sour and filled with dejection. Chelsea traced her eyes and saw that they were fixed on Dylan. Dylan h

Chelsea placed the contact card in her purse and sat up on her chair. If he was playing a game, she would show him she knew how to play along good enough. If she could swindle moneybags and bigwigs what was a little back and forth game that she couldn't play?She opened her company Skype account and searched for Fred's contact. He had already sent her a message. She clicked and read the message. Truly, it was all about business. He was giving details of prospective deals and contracts that he had in store for Cross Enterprises. But every businessman had a bad boy button somewhere on them. She was about to turn on Fred's bad boy button. She typed a short but demanding response and hit sent. 'When are we meeting?' It read.Then she relaxed, awaiting a response. Before long, the notification dinged. She opened the message and saw a picture with a text underneath. The picture was a selfie. He was in a restaurant, sitting alone on a table, probably awaiting his order. Under the selfie he

They finally got to a large red door. Chelsea could feel the horrors oozing out of the door. It felt like there was an evil world behind the door, like it led to a place of no return. A place of death.She shuddered as she watched Dylan open the door. He held it open for her to enter. She inhaled and exhaled deeply before gradually stepping in. The metallic smell of blood instantly invaded her nostrils. As she walked in, she could see blood splattered everywhere.In the middle of the room, a man was hung by two chains holding his hands apart. His legs were also chained to the ground, positioning him in a crucifix fashion. His head hung low as though he had expired but his chest said otherwise. He still heaved, an evidence that he was still alive and breathing. Only that his breathing was laborious and rather slow.Two other bodies hung beside him but their fates were much worse. They were completely lifeless. Why not? Their eye sockets looked nothing like eye sockets anymore. It looked

They got to Golden Petals and alighted the vehicle. Dylan feigned disinterest as he walked slowly, tagging behind Chelsea who led the way. Chelsea didn't dilly-dally, walking briskly towards the reception where she obtained their access cards. She walked to the elevator and entered it, turning around to wait for Dylan. She leaned on the inside, taking her left leg upwards a bit. Dylan scratched the tip of his nose and walked into the elevator. He turned around and stood beside her as they watched the elevator doors slide close. Then the facility began its ascent to the destined floor. They both felt the heat building up inside the elevator but neither made a comment. They kept silent as though they were strangers but each one seemed to know what the other wanted.Chelsea groaned silently and threw her purse forward. She walked to it and bent to pick it up. She let it slide from her hand and it dropped again. "Ugh" she groaned softly. She bent further this time, arching her back as

Dylan and Chelsea finally got home and alighted the Urus. Dylan nodded for her to go on and she obliged. She walked elegantly, taking gracious strides into the mansion. As expected, she saw Joyce standing with her hands clasped together in front of her. And as usual, she had a radiant smile on her face. "Good Evening, Ma'am" she greeted courteously. She had begun to accord the woman a great deal of respect since she learned that she was Dylan's foster mother. "Evening, Chelsea" Joyce beamed. "How was work today?" she asked with a knowing glare. "Pretty splendid" Chelsea answered cheerfully. "Hmm. I can tell" Joyce replied with a sly smile. Chelsea laughed softly and walked past her, heading for her room. She got to her room and took off her dress. As she undressed, she observed her form in the dressing mirror. She studied her body admirably, pleasing her eyes with what she saw. She caressed her hips and rubbed upwards on her torso. Her hands got to her breasts and she outlined th