“What do you mean that your last trip to Paris was funded by your boss?” Amber screamed out in annoyance. The man sitting opposite her looked around embarrassed. He turned to face her and calmly explained himself. “You are screaming Amber.” He adjusted his eyeglasses and whispered, “What I mean is, I can't spend my life savings on lavish trips like that, I mean, I have to be prudent.” “Prudent!” Amber scoffed loudly. The man adjusted uncomfortably on his seat, “Prudent of course, aren’t you a lawyer? You should know better about how things work.” Another miserable miser spotted! Amber thought dejectedly! She had always known how things worked, of course. It had made her choose Vince, then Bernard, but now, she didn’t need a poor excuse of a good man to be with anyone. She rather wanted one that could spoil her silly, with gifts and luxury. Arguing with the loser seemed pointless. This was her sixth blind date in two months. It was starting to feel annoying when she ended up g

Amber’s eyes scanned her reflection in the mirror. She still found the turquoise bikini weird looking but she wasn’t willing to change it. It was newly launched the previous week and she would only assume other girls would stare. She picked up her transparent floral scarf and tied it vertically along her waistline down her hip. “This should do, Amber Reed.” She said to her reflection in the mirror as she applied a lip gloss and smiled softly. The moment she opened the restroom door, two other ladies who had been waiting outside eyed her maliciously. She had merely excused herself to change into her bikini, now she had literally spent the whole day there preventing others from entry. Amber walked past them happily, she was humming a favorite tune to herself. She was right, the ladies' attitudes showed that they were envious of her limited edition bikini. She adjusted her stride of movement as she walked into the afternoon sun. The fluffiness of the beach soil graced her feet.

“Did you hear what I said Mr Finn?” Lance said slowly. Lance was starting to get frustrated by Vince’s silence but he still maintained his professional tone. Vince on the other hand still carried the same shocked expression he had on, since the previous day when Kate’s death was announced. “Give me time.” He finally responded. “There is no time Mr Finn, Mrs Finn had insisted that you follow her last request before her death and it cannot be delayed because…..” “It was a request, Mr Lance.” Vince cut in. “She didn’t give me an order, which made it more of a choice on my part whether to follow or not!” Vince’s cold voice retorted. He had been trying to think since the previous day but everyone seemed to be interrupting his line of thinking. The internet had been on fire with a strong controversy of whether Kate Finn had died a natural death or was murdered. That bothered Vince more than the fact that Gabriella had stated his grandmother’s last request. “Reveal your true identit

“Get him out of there.” “He is still breathing.” “Bring the oxygen tank now!” The words echoed continuously in Vince’s head. He managed to raise himself up from the bed and looked around him. He was in the VIP ward of the hospital, the exact same room Kate was admitted when she lost consciousness in the past. Vince couldn’t ascertain if the voices in his head were from his memory of the car crash accident, or if it was merely a fragment of his imagination. But his bandaged wrist was enough evidence to show that he was definitely in a bad shape. He tried to get off the bed but unfortunately he couldn’t move his legs. The heavy bandage around it baffled him so much and he wondered if he was ever going to be able to walk again. He was still wallowing in the pain of his predicament when the door bursted open. Mr Smith, the Finn family doctor walked in with a huge smile on his face. “You are right on time Mr Finn, I knew you should be awake by now. How are you feeling?” “Terribl

Amber hissed loudly as she dropped her phone call. Her eyes drew down at the strip she was holding. If there was anyone with bad timing, it definitely was always Bernard Harris. She imagined what fucked up fantasy was going through his head when he decided to employ her as his defense attorney against the very company where she worked. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest as she looked at the strip again, just like the previous day. It had two lines. The reality of her situation came with a mixed feeling for her. She imagined five different scenarios of having to confront Vince Finn, the CEO, about her pregnancy. Their one enjoyable night of passion which they had both been pretending that it didn’t happen, had finally led to a bigger deal. He had asked her in the past if she had used a birth control pill the night they had sex and she had lied about using one. Unknown to her that her supposedly past ovulation had actually shifted forward that month. She held her belly butt