Norma gasped when she saw Jasmine walking down the stairs. "Whoa, you look like a goddess of war." She walked towards Jasmine with both palms on her cheeks, then held them out to Jasmine when she got closer.
She took her hands and drew her close, pecking the air on both sides of her cheek. "You're here early."
"And you're still going to work." Norma said disapprovingly.
"And it's your turn to kvetch, but I'm not ready to listen."
She glared at Jasmine, "sometimes I wonder the kind of Daughter I gave birth to." But, she was smiling.
Jasmine walked past, finding it weird that one of her Secretaries, who was only slightly older than her, called her 'Daughter' just because she had baby-sat her.
She hadn't said anything to stop her from calling her that, however. It was one of the things she didn't oppose.
"The goddess of war."
"Oh my,"
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"Miss Reign, you can't go in. Miss!"
Jasmine's door burst open, and in came a very annoyed Kimberly with the secretary right behind her.
Seeing Jasmine not taking even a glance at her, she walked to her table and banged her hands down on it.
"So you train your Staff to disrespect people?"
"I'm really sorry, Ma'am. I tried to stop her but she forced her way in." Gemma apologized with her head bowed.
"Leave us alone." Jasmine looked up from the report she was reading and gave Kimberly a glacier-like, disapproving glare.
She waited till Gemma closed the door behind her. "Do that next time, you'll be sorry. Out, you see I don't have time for one of your very many whinges."
"No way, Twinnie," she made herself comfortable on the couch, opposite the Kitchen door, "we have to talk."
"Well. Make it snappy."
She scoffed, glancing at the door. "First, do something about that little nosey Secretary of yours. She's so disrespectful. She...."
"Is following orders."
"Of who? 'From' who?"
Instead of answering her, Jasmine pressed a button. "Get Secu....."
Kimberly slapped her hands down on it. "What's the rush, Sis? I just got here."
"No time for stupid talks."
"Stupid? Just tell me all about stupidity."
"It's one of the qualities you possess."
"Another one?"
Jasmine supported her back on the chair and looked at her coldly, "I don't answer to you."
'If something happens.'
'Things can go wrong.'
Right there, Kimberly made up her mind, she leaned on the table. "Are you sure?"
Sure of what? And she didn't seem to have anything reasonable she wanted to talk about!
Jasmine leaned closer, her face mere inches away from Kimberly's. Her eyes looked threatening and serious, making Kimberly think she would say something worth that look. Instead, "out."
Kimberly scoffed once more. "Has anyone told you, you should win a Grammy for your acting?" She picked her bag and stormed out.
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Kimberly decided to take the stairs to see more of the company, it looked like they renovated it every year.
Getting to a corner, she was about to walk past, then she stopped when she heard the word 'luxury Jet.'
They were basically coming back from the Canteen, it was just 5 minutes past Lunch time, everyone should have gone back to work by now.
Except they weren't workers.
She stayed there long enough to realize those were the pilots for tomorrow.
Luck seemed to be on her side, she thought with a little smile.
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"See you later, I have to get some things from the Mall." He shook hands with the others and got in his Car.
Half an hour from getting to his destination was a very lonely, narrow road.
Not long after he got to the road, a Car emerged from nowhere. He thought it was just crossing, but it stopped right there.
He didn't have time to think. His feet crashed down on the break, and the car screeched before stopping right in front of the other car.
In swift motion, 5 huge, aggressive-looking men came down from the car and sauntered towards him. He could swear the ground shook from their heavy steps, but it was just him trembling in his own skin. Was he being kidnapped? He reached for his phone.
But it seemed they had foresight, 1 of them opened the other side of the car and grabbed his phone, others opened his side of the car, one of the. pulled him out, another got into the car and the one who grabbed his phone kept it in the Pigeon-Hole, closing the door after him.
His own car zoomed off, while he was gagged, blindfolded and forced into the other car.
Just where did these guys come from? And most especially, what did they want?
He was sure 5 of him couldn't match even 1 of them. They pressed him down with ease that the least he could do was, wiggle his fingers and toes.