Brian was working on the job Trent gave him, his phone began to ring, and he looked at the unknown number for a while before picking it up. "Hello." Brian sounded unsure. "It is me." Brian sat up straight. "How have you been doing?" Brian was being careful by not calling her name in case someone is eavesdropping.
"would you still help?" her voice was rough and barely audible. Brian's heart ached for her. "of cause, always." He heard her breathe a heavy sigh of relief. "What do you need?" he asked. "I need you to investigate Garrison for me." Brian was shocked. "hello! Are you there?" He tore out of his shock. "Yes, I am. Why though?" he decided to find out. "During the time, we listened to them, Garrison seemed like a person that will backstab or threaten a friend to get what he wants." Ella was pacing back and forth. "And you got that from the few videos you watched of him?"
"I know it sounds stupid but I am betting all my money on him." She placed her hand on her forehead as she used her toe to play on the red furry rug,
"I will check and see what, I can find." "thank you so much, Brian." She ended the call with a smile. After talking to Trent last night she decided not to sulk anymore and find a way to prove herself and her father innocent. It was now three days to Christmas.
And chaos seemed to increase in the town. Inside a small, yet beautiful room, the husband and wife were naked under the sheet. "Lyle, you have never been this active before, is like you're another man." The lady breathed heavily. "I am a different man, I just look like your husband." The lady looked at him and they both broke into a loud laughter.
They heard a knock on the door. "Honey, can you go open the door?" the wife rubbed her husband's chest sweetly. "Love, I am too exhausted, can you get it." He made a sad face. "I will go open it since you did a good job today." She got out of bed and put on a robe. She open the door and saw a man who looked exactly like her husband.
The man reached to kiss her but she screamed and ran in. "Lyle, there is a man who looks just like you by the door." When she got to the room, there was no Lyle on the bed.
"Kate, what is this all about?" Lyle looked pissed. "Lyle, are you playing a prank on me?" The woman asked with folded arms. "I am too tired to play a prank on you woman." "what do you mean? You were on the bed with me not long ago." The man laughed. "How can I be here, when I was at work?!" he shouted at her. "You were here, you told me you got off work early." Lyle stared at Kate as if she was a mad woman. "It can be me, Kate." "Fine, show me your key." "What?" Lyle looked confused. "You knocked instead of using your key to open the door." Kate made her point.
Lyle scoffed. "What nonsense is this Kate? You came over to my workplace to collect the keys because you lost yours when you went shopping." Lyle said.
"I never came to your workplace, Lyle." "then who did?" He yelled. "how would I know and why are you yelling at me!" she yelled back and the couple broke into an argument.
In a beautiful bustling city, in the heart of the capital. A plumpy Indian man, with a maroon scarf wrapped around his head and a full-face beard. Another Indian man wearing a brown suit and red wine tie walked in. "How was today's sales Rajesh?" the man asked the sigh guy. "it was great Mr. Walia."
"Great. I am here to get the money." He said while chatting with his iPhone. Rajesh went and packed the money from the locker into a small black bag. He went back to the job and passed the bag to Mr. Walia. "Keep up the good job Rajesh." He left the shop and Rajesh went back to the counter.
He saw Mr. Rajesh walking back again. "Did you forget something, sir?" Rajesh asked. Mr. Walia chuckled. "I just got here, how can I forget something?" Mr. Walia tapped on his screen. "OK. Sir." Rajesh attended to a customer that walked in. "Mr. Walia harrumphed with a frown. "Do you need anything, sir?" The customer walked out. "Yes! The money of this week's sales!!" Mr. Walia yelled at the top of his voice. "But, you have already collected it, sir." Mr. Walia let out a chuckle. "When did I collect this so-called money?" Mr. Walia sarcastically said.
"half an hour ago." Mr. Rajesh wondered if his boss has lost his memory. "Rajesh, if you do not provide these weeks' money, then I will have to call the police." Rajesh was stunned by this.
"I swear, you have already collected the money." The argument continued.
Fiona was seated in their family house drawing room, eating cookies and drinking tea, The maid came over with a pink fancy thick plastic bottle on a circle silver tray. "My lady. Angel has released a new facial treatment lotion." The maid put the tray forward. Fiona picked up the bottle with a smile. The lotions were said to be made with white lotus flower and it is good for the face and skin.
She opened the cap and pressed the white lotion into her palm, she drew in the scent with her eyes closed. Then a beautiful smile appeared on her pink plump lips. "Looks like my lady likes it." The maid looked happy and Fiona giggled too. She rubbed her palms together slowly, enjoying the smooth and cold sensation of the lotion on her palms.
She then dabbed both hands on her cheeks. "Eva go get me a mirror, I want to see my face." "yes, My lady." The maid hurried away while Fiona continued the dab the lotion, on her cheeks up to her forehead. The maid held the mirror by the wooden edges. She entered the drawing room and screamed, she let go of the mirror and it completely shattered on the ground.
She turned on her heels and sped away. Fiona was flabbergasted. "Eva, come back here!" Fiona was furious she stood up, the sky-blue handless chiffon swept the floor and she walked to where the shattered mirror was.
Fiona blinked in disbelief, she touched her face and it was squeezed, and have big pimples on it.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Fiona screamed, she looked like an old witch with a long nose, rough, large pimples, and white scanty hair. She screamed and fell to the ground.
In the Potter mansion. Sabrina was looking through the new gowns her mother brought for her with a giggle. "I should call my cousin Fiona to check out the new gowns my mother brought for me, she would be so jealous." The lady sitting at the edge of the bed giggled with her. "My lady, I brought Tea and biscuits." The woman placed the tray on a white and gold metallic table that was between her bed and the sit her guest was seating on.
"Join me, Ava." Sabrina poured tea into a white ceramic cup. "I can't, I am on a diet," Ava said to her. Sabrina shrugged before munching on her biscuit and tea. When she was done she cleaned her hands on her purple slick hanky to get rid of the crumbs.
Ava and Sabrina kept chatting and laughing, Ava suddenly gasped. "What is it?" Sabrina asked the girl. "You are fat." "What nonsense!" Sabrina was furious, then she heard the sound of her dress tiring. Then her glove too. She ran and stood in front of the giant mirror.
She screamed. But she kept getting fatter and fatter. Ava screamed and ran out of the room.
"Help! Don't leave me!" her stomach protruded and broke the mirror, she was getting fatter and started breaking stuffs in her room, every time she moves.
"Mrs. Potter!" Ava ran to her. "Yes, darling why are you out here without Sabrina?" she heard the window breaking and a wooden box flying out the window.
"What has gotten into that girl?" she marched angrily to Sabrina's room with Ava tailing behind her. She barged into the room and felt a sudden dizziness. "Sssabriina." She stammered. "Help me mother, help me." Sabrina looked like a giant ball with short hands and short legs, hanging in the air while she sat on her round butt. Mrs. Cyra fainted
"The mob kept looking for Ella, their eyes burning with rage. They stood in the middle of the forest whilst thinking of a strategy. "we can't fucking find her." The guy lost his cool and threw his machete on the ground. "I am sure the organization is hiding her." A female in the group suggested and they all agreed. The hooded guy leaned on a tree and smiled creepily whilst watching them complain.