"It's Chasen, sir!!"
"Yes it is" he replied not understanding her plight. Suddenly she - who barely spoke- began to rap her words.
"It's for elites I can't possibly go in, I'll wait here else I'd be very embarrassed, I'm not up to-" " Hillary"
She looked up at him, as usual she was mermerized by his beauty. "I'm sorry"
"It's okay," he murmured, his hand itching to dive into her hair.
"It's just a few drinks" he assured. Then added,"Chasen's safe for my car y'know, if you don't want it then we'll leave, go to Godson or anywhere you like"
She looked at the Bar, luxurious. Her fear slowly turned to excited.
"If I break a glass, it's on you" she agreed, opening the door. She stepped out his eyes lazily followed her movements. With a smile he got out. He felt happy.
Her phone rang, unknown.
"Hello"
"I've been waiting for your report" a familiar voice spoke up.
"On which project??, Spying or Stealing??" She asked yawning. She felt sleepy and half wondered what would happen if she stood Magnus up. Chaos.
"Both"
"He said he'd like me to come over tomorrow"
She said truthfully.
" Good, and what's your plan??"
"To poison him or Whatever you want"
"No poison, it's too easy, I want him to watch everything crash before him"
'why aren't I surprised'
"What's your plan??" She asked in a drawl.
"You'll get it in a letter by 8:00pm" ' seriously'
"Make it by 10:00pm, I'll be busy by eight"
"I call the shots, don't I??" ' Bitch!!'
"Off course....by 8:00"
The line went dead.
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"Even if it the fucking Mayor do not call me, understood???"
"Yes sir"
"Thank you Tyler"
Xavier laid down on the bed. His phone rang again and he swore vehemently.
"Michael??" His swearing seized. Only one person calls him Michael.
"Mother" he called out.
"I feel isolated here, and you don't call anymore" She lived in a $2.6million mansion she calls a cottage. Alone with 20 maids.
"Guilty... Work has been hectic"
"It'd be over soon, your brother will soon resume, his therapy sessions are over"
His headache was increasing.
"I know ma"
"And you'd settle down...right??"
"I don't know yet"
"Let's get together sometime?"
"Maybe Sunday??"
"Perfect"
"And I'll like to introduce you to someone"he said his heart brightening up.
"I can't wait then" She didn't sound enthusiastic or such. Xavier barely noticed.
The line died down.
She looked at the pictures of him and her.
Then she put it in a book and placed it on her shelf.
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Casamire Klinger - Casa for short - followed her father out his office the moment they were informed that Damien was at his hotel premises.
"Where is he??"
"At the Bar, VIP reserved unit sir"
"Adjust yourself" he told her and to his informant, " is he alone??"
" No but it's no one of much importance"
Mr Klinger composed himself before towards Damien's table, Casa dragging herself behind him. Her face stiffened as she saw his seatmate. Hillary.
' calm yourself it's just his maid' 'I can't get close to him when she's around, she might tell Cubia, not that I care but I can only get invited to his parties through her"
Before anyone could noticed she left.
"A moment" Damien excused himself as he saw the Man approaching. She held his hand, "Don't I can't stay alone" she said, a tint of fear in her voice. She was a bit tipsy after just one glass. "I'd be back, girlie, just a minute" he was loving how clingy she was now.
He left and she drained another glass.
' it tastes sweet but it feels wrong' she thought.
She poured another glass. ' Just one more and I'm done"
"Mr Taylor" The Man greeted.
"Mr Klinger, it's good I've see you"
"I'm fortunate then"
"I want this place empty now"
Mr Klinger froze. What did he say??
"You can't be serious"
"I am" "I'll give you six mins, make them leave I'll write you a cheque"
It's not about the money!!!
"Mr Taylor, you must reconsider please" he looked around, the people here were Men of prestige.
"I'll leave if they won't"
"No, I'll do it right away" he said hurrying away then he paused, "may I know the reason behind your request??"
"My friend isn't comfortable, with all of them around....so I want them gone"
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" My pixie fairy" Magnus greeted kissing her right hand. She was surprised as she supposed to kiss his hand as a sign of acknowledging the fact that he held higher ranks than she.
" You flatter me" Jade replied. She was dressed in a black leather matching apparel that showed ample amount of her breasts. Her jet black her held together by a distinct hairpin which in danger could serve as a lethal weapon. You'd think she was some rich kid o
Magnus was draped in a simple T-shirt, a cap and rouge jeans. His hair was done in neat braids. He looked like a wealthy teenager or more. And nothing like what he was.
"What brings you to San City??" He asked as they reached their seats.
"It's my hometown" she explained with a lying grin. "A project"
Her turn. "what brings you to San City??"
"A friend" he replied." Which happens to be your project"