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"Was there another incident in the lab?" Max asked the person on the other line in a hushed voice. What greeted his ears was silence, compelling his blood to boil. "I just asked you a question! F**king answer me!" he screamed. He could hear the heartbeats of the person on the other line pound faster and he scoffed. "It… They…" the person on the other line stuttered. "Do you realize how big of a mess things are right now? You gave your word to keep things under control!" Max went on, obviously in a rage. Only the person's unsteady breathing could be heard. With a sigh, Max hung up. ****** "Good afternoon," he greeted the young lady that had just stepped into his office. Her dark hair was stylishly short and had a tinge of purple embedded in it. Her eyes were violet and she had a sly smile playing on her lips as she placed the box she was carrying on the table, and then sat down across Mr Blakes. "Is this it?" he asked, referring to the box on his table. "You bet," she said and s
She smiled when she noticed him still staring, and then she leaned towards Maxwell to whisper incoherently into his ears. Maxwell played his part very well and laughed along with her. It was a round table dinner meeting setting. There were at least 30 people sitting around the table. It was a collaboration dinner meeting of representatives of top companies in the fashion industry nationwide. They weren't there to talk about work but they were there simply to chat and have fun. It was something they did every now and then, it was one of the social gatherings they usually had to help them connect with one another. After dinner, they moved to the underground part of the restaurant. A game house was there where different kinds of games were displayed. From a mini casino, to a pool table house, and even a mini golf court. Some people moved to the casino, mostly the young men and just a few ladies. The older men made their way to the golf court. Shirley, holding Maxwell's hand firmly,
"Come on, let me take you somewhere," Maxwell said and started to bring Shirley down, as gently as he possibly could. After making sure she was standing properly, he picked up one of the two helmets on the motorbike and put it on her. Then he put the other one on himself and both of them got into the motorbike. He made sure her hands were firmly wrapped around his waist before he started the motorbike and they drove away. **** Sitting in a dimly lit room were two men. Mr Blakes Lucas took a sip of water and placed the cup back on the table. "So a werewolf had killed my wife?" he asked and the other man nodded. He was the person they called the hunter. He was a fair skinned man who looked almost fifty. His grey hair told that much. He had grey eyes too but he had quite a fit body build and didn't exactly look old in his body. "Your wife's death was an unfortunate incident. I am so sorry," the hunter said. "I just want justice, that is all," Mr Blakes said. "And Justice you will
Shirley could barely sleep a wink all through the night. The memories of the previous night kept replaying in her head… After they had pulled apart from each other, Maxwell had planted a kiss on her forehead. His hand still held her waist as he stared deeply into her eyes. "So, does that mean we are like a couple now?" Shirley asked, her eyes boring into his. "Well, if you want to put it like that then I guess we can put it like that," he said, smiling. She chuckled and then embraced him. Hearing him call the both of them "we" made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. "You have no idea how happy I feel right now. I know I barely know you and you barely know me but we will make this work, right?" She pulled apart from him ad she asked the question. Her eyes searching his. "We will make it work princess," he muttered. After admiring the night sky for a little while more, he had driven them home, and then they had ordered pizza for dinner. It had been perfect… It was barely dawn when Sh
"I call… All in," Maxwell muttered, passing Amy a knowing glance. They were in an underground casino and Max was playing against two other men. One older and the other roughly in the same age group as him."Let's do it then," the younger one said and also pushed forward all his casino chips."Okay then, I am all in too," the older man muttered and pushed forward all his casino chips too.The game began with the three men strategically pairing and building with the cards in their hands.A frustrated grunt escaped the younger man's throat as Maxwell won again when the game ended. He stood up fuming and dashed out of the casino.The older man acted more composed even praising Maxwell for his skills before leaving in surrender.Maxwell stood up and started to gather his wins. Amy who had been sitting across of him stood up and came to help him."You are quite a talent I must say," a man with a British accent said as he approached the duo.Maxwell flashed him a smile but didn't say anythin
"Wow, that wasn't even so hard," Amy muttered as she flung her tired body onto the bed.They were back in the hotel room they were staying at, which was just a single room because of their cover. Amy and Maxwell were on an underground mission together and their cover was that they were a couple having a vacation in Scotland."It was almost too easy but whatever I am in and that is what matters," Maxwell said as he sat on the bed and started to take off his shoes.His body stiffened as suddenly he felt Amy's hands running over his body from behind. A sigh escaped his lips as he reached out and brushed her hands away. He stood up and faced her."Hmmm. So there is finally someone special, huh?" Amy said and laid down back on the bed. Her eyes didn't leave his though."Is she someone I know?" she asked, there was a tinge of hurt in her voice. He sighed."I am sorry Amy, I really am. But then you and I were only two people who screwed each other whenever we needed to," he said and she chuc
It was 4am. The buzzing of her phone was what woke her up. First she turned on her bed-side lamp, and then she stretched her hand towards her bed-side table and picked up the phone. She checked the phone and saw that someone had sent her a text message, and then it slowly registered that it was Maxwell and she sat up. Maxwell had sent her a simple text that read: "I miss you."A smile crept up her lips as she proceeded to reply his text. "I miss you too," she typed, and then sent it to him. She waited until it showed delivered, and then read. Ten minutes later, he still had not replied. Impatient, Shirley started to dial his number but his line was unreachable. A frustrated groan escaped her throat as she fell back on her bed.******"Max, there is something you should see," Amy started.It was noon and the duo had just ordered in lunch in the hotel they were staying at. They were done with the job they came to Scotland to do and were preparing to leave any moment."What is it?" Ma
"Shirley! Shirley wait!" Max ran after her and caught up with her just as she was about to start going up the stairs. She turned. "I don't want to get married to you Max, not like this, not if it is my father pulling the strings for his own goddam selfish reasons!" she paused to suck in a deep breath. "God I thought you were different but you are just like every f**king man I have met!" she screamed, and then turned to continue her journey up the stairs. Maxwell just watched her leaving as his heart sank within him. As soon as she reached her room, she broke into tears. For the first time in her life she had been happy, really happy but her father just had to get involved and ruin it for her. Maxwell walked up the stairs. He paused at her door, listening to her silent sobs. A sigh escaped his lips as he moved and went to his room. He got to his bed and sank on it, and then he reached for his phone and called Mr. Thomas. "Tell me the truth, you know I trust you like I would tru