He was unsure of how the blonde girl was going to react to his offer to sit and talk to her. He didn’t even know where he was going to start from in a manner that wouldn’t sound offensive, but his inner gut told him that she needed help.Pulling up to the chair, he asked politely, “Can I take the chair?”“To any other table you want,” she replied, eyes glued to the tablet she was scrolling.“Are you sure about that?” he asked, really hoping she would say no and he could stroll back to where he was with a free mind.She looked up, wanting to shush the disturbance in front of her, but stopped at the last minute and said, “You’re the guy with the expensive coat, isn’t it?”“The coat is not as expensive as you think,” he teased. “You looked like you wanted to say something the other time before I left. Am I right or wrong?”“Not totally right, but you are not completely wrong either.”“Okay,” he said, looking around and motioning to the attendant at the cafeteria. The attendant, a clean-c

The trip back home looked as if it was going to take one hundred and seventy hours instead of the usual seventeen, and Cameron knew he could only attribute it to one thing: longing. He was longing for a lot of things, longing to be in his own space back at the office, longing for the squealing of the twins as they bickered over irrelevant things in the house, but most especially, he knew he was longing for Lana’s touch, her feel, her scent, her sense of humour; without being told, he knew he was missing her entirety.He buckled the seat belt as the air hostess had advised and relaxed better in the chair as he felt the engines of the plane start to roar beneath, wondering at the magic behind the floating airbus.At the exact time prescribed, he touched down at the airport and checked the time, knowing that Lana would still be home at the apartment he had gotten for her. Stepping outside the airport and feeling the familiar air of this place fill his lungs, his longing was felt like nev

Yesterday was a glorious night, a night to always remember, and there was no overrating it. It was as if Cameron and Lana had both bottled their emotions and let them all out like butterflies in a botanical garden. Lana could have sworn in her life that she never felt that good, and Cameron was just boasting inside of him that he was fulfilled. They had both fallen asleep, naked, not even caring about the open window or the impending rain, which, to their favour, never came. She was woken up the next day by the striking rays of the sun hitting her eyes, and she stretched lazily, hanging over from the emotions she had consumed last night. She turned over and looked at his half-naked body, his lower section covered by the sheets. She stared at him continuously and found herself smiling for no particular reason, daring herself to go on another trip to her personal Disneyland, where they had taken the most adventurous rollercoaster ride ever. As she gazed at him, her eyes traced the

Freda sat in her office, going over the activities that were drafted by the company’s human relations team to boost efficiency and productivity among the staff. Against her wishes, they had printed it on hard paper and had it submitted to her desk, and she realised their decision was the best way, although it required defying her direct orders.Her mind drifted to the impending issue at hand, and she reached for her phone, putting a call through to the legal team to know about the latest updates.As usual, they kept her going with the news that we’re doing something about it, and she hung up the phone, a little disappointed, not knowing what to expect. Looking around the office and even standing up to close the office door to be sure she wasn’t being snooped on, she picked up the phone and called the person she had sent on a private assignment.“How is it? Are you done with it?”“Not yet, though the first phase is currently in development. Just calm down and use your seatbelt; you’re

The knock became louder and more frequent, and whoever was on the other side of the door didn’t seem ready to stop knocking until someone answered. With instincts kicking in instantly, the detective removed his gun and ordered Sally to stay back, going for the door knob with trained caution.“Hello, who’s there?”“We heard a loud noise from here; is everything alright?”“Yes, we are alright.”“We need to make sure; please open the door.”“Can I choose not to?”"No, sir, the company's policy demands that you open this door for a full security sweep. You have five minutes to open up, or we’re coming in either way.”“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” the detective answered, and he moved towards the door, his gun still in front of him as he turned the knob.The door opened to reveal the hotel’s security staff, heavily armed with different artillery and tools. They greeted Sally and the detective,“Why do you have a weapon? Are you licensed to carry that?”“I’m a detective with the police departmen