He watched her go away, disappearing behind the door, over the corner of his eyes. He felt cold, a certain shiver, as if blown by the wind. His body shook immediately. For a minute, he felt himself almost become engulfed with sadness at her condition. But before he could get swallowed up by it, he laughed."Haha!" He could not exactly tell why he was laughing, but it felt good to transform the strange hollow he felt in his heart to something happy. Even if the laughter didn't sound so happy. He was not feeling sad because the money wasn't available to do what she wanted, but because she threatened to divorce him. She wasn't going to divorce him for that, was she? Of course, she wouldn't. But he did not want to wait to find out either. He laughed once more at the ordeal, and most especially, at the request. It was totally something he could not handle, so fretting over it was really out of the question.He placed his hands on the table in front of him and squinted. By his hand, his pho
Meghan found herself going to the family house to get some things she had left behind before she got married to Gavin. She was in need of more clothes as the ones she had on were already getting worn out since she had not bought new clothes to replace them because she had way too little money to get herself some.She had gotten into her room, thinking she had not been seen by anyone sneaking in, when all of a sudden she heard the door open behind her, and a voice spoke behind her."So, I guess you have come back to your old room, I see." It was the voice of her mother standing behind her. "Yes, I just came to grab some things," Meghan said without turning back to look at her."Incredible. One would have thought that you would have given up these old things to the poor and the homeless." Another voice was now speaking. "Or forgive me, I think I made a mistake. You are now the poor and almost homeless." There was laughter. Very annoying mocking laughter that had Meghan turning back to
"You are such a foolish child," Mrs. Stallion said to Meghan with a glare of disappointment in her eyes. "Was this what I thought you when growing up? Was it?" Her voice was now thunderous. Her words echoed back and forth, bouncing upon the four walls of the room.Meghan gave no reply to her mother which in turn steered the woman's anger even much more than she was angry. So much so that even her eyes and the ways she stared at her mother, elicited even much more anger than was being thrown at her before then. "You look at me like you are hearing a single thing," Mrs. Stallion started once more, “Or as if you are going to learn from your mistakes but I know you do not hear a thing of what I say. If you leave this room, you will just go on and do whatever comes to your mind. You will just go back to that good-for-nothing husband of yours that cannot even afford your clothes. Is that not a shame? Is it not?""Mom, I know what I am doing. You do not have to scold me like this, I am no
Ron Duke, the Chief Security Officer of the City Express, was in his office. Today he did not have his friends over. Neither was he expecting anyone. He was not expecting anything at all. Even that his door would be knocked open in front of him. Even the person that would be standing at the place of the knocked door was someone he was not expecting as well. The most unexpected person."What are you doing, banging into my office like that?” Ron asked glaring wickedly at the man in front of him. "Have you lost your mind, you?"Gavin himself was not the kind of person to go knocking the doors of people's offices. Even he himself could attest to this somehow. But there he was, standing there with his fingers curled up into a fist, eagerly staring at Ron. His mouth full of numberless words to say to the C.S.O."Am I not talking to you?" Ron barked again at him, ignoring a tiny voice in his head preaching to him about how the man standing in front of him was not the Gavin he knew. This was
"Hello," said Gavin into his phone. "Can you hear me?" Like he was replying to a voice that no one else was able to hear, he said again into the phone, "You already got the name. I want you to deal with him tomorrow. Just as planned.”A very muffled voice broke out of the phone. It was hard to tell what the voice was saying. But Gavin replied to him again, "I trust you. I just hope you will do a good job, so I can trust you more. I want it done as quickly as possible, with immediate effect.""Okay. Remember. His name is Ron Duke. He uses an old washed up Mercedes that has a little scratch by the side. It should not be too hard to notice." He hung up from the call and smiled to himself. He had not wished for things to come to this, but he sincerely wanted to deal with the C.S.O by all means. If there was anything he wished to do, with all his might, was to beat him up and subject him to the same torture and pains he had put him through. And that he was going to do, all determined a
After the call, Gavin thought to himself that it would not be particularly fair if he went out with her in a taxi. After her outburst, he really wanted to surprise her and make her feel as though she had made the right choice. Although he had no doubt that she had.What else could he do to make her happy? He thought to himself. Certainly there should be something he could add. He thought for a few minutes, and then, before he knew it, the most crazy idea crashed into his head."I could go borrow a car," he said almost aloud, but still to himself. He smiled deviously afterwards. There was a car rental-and-use spot somewhere in the inner reaches of the city. There seemed to not be any harm in it, so he went off to the place.He got there in a taxi. He still wore his worn out uniform. His body was still bruised. A stout man with a walrus moustache came out of the gate and saw him standing outside."Oy, mate. What are you doing standing outside of my spot? Do you have some business her
After being given the Bentley, Gavin drove to a spot near the plaza he had planned to take Meghan to. He called her on his phone to come meet him. She told him she was coming, but with the same level of skeptism that she had always had concerning the things he said. Even if she did not outrightly say it to him that, it was quite clear that she was struggling to believe him. So when she came to the location and spotted her husband in front of a blue looking expensive car, she could do nothing but frown and wonder what sort of antics he was up to this time around.Gavin was waiting, his back resting on the Bentley. He had a gentle smile calmly sitting on his face. He was waiting for her, but did not know she had spotted him from a reasonable distance away from him. He looked particularly annoying to her, because he still wore his dirty worn out uniform that seemed as though it had been scratched and torn by a thousand rats fighting for food. It was a distasteful thing to see on him,
In Gavin's head, he had prepared well to make the trip a memorable one for he and his wife, who still frowned profoundly beside him, not exchanging a word with him at all. In Meghan's head Gavin looked nothing different from a fool. He could cover it up by renting an expensive car, but not having the sense to at least change his clothes into something better showed how lacking he was in his fashion sensibilities. And she could not say anything other than to be ashamed of him.He was going to embarrass her, wherever they were going, she predicted and was sure of her predictions."This the place," he said confidently, stopping the car and coming down from it, while she hesitated, even almost pinching herself to convince herself that what she was seeing was just a dream and it was nothing she should take seriously."What are you doing?" He asked her, noticing that she was taking time to come down from the car. "I know what I am doing," she said. "You do not have to rush me. I am not a k