It was almost lunchtime when Veil went to the restaurant she had visited with Anders the other day to get him food. "Hello, ma'am!" Veil rang the bell at the entrance. The lady from the other day came hurrying out. Her eyes sparkled with warmth as she saw Veil. "Oh! It's you!" The old lady smiled at her. She opened the door and waved her hand, gesturing for Veil to come in."The handsome man sent you?" She asked.Handsome man? Anders sent her. 190cm tall, with defined well-built curves often visible through his shirt, and those smokey brown eyes that could bring anyone to their knees if they stared too long. She'd rather say he was hot and sexy. "Yes, he did." Veil nodded. The old lady ushered her to a seat, before walking over behind the counter. The restaurant was spacious and tidy, but there were barely any customers inside, just like the other day when she had come with Anders. It seemed the shop barely had anyone walking through the doors. How then does she manage to run the s
"Get out!" Anders yelled. Standing in the opposite direction to the woman who was still sitting on his desk. He knew she had come to his office for a reason, but he didn't think it was this. "She's really the reason, isn't she?" Vera's tone broke toward the end. "What is it she has that I don't?" That question not only was it the most disgusting thing he's ever heard."Do you want to leave quietly, or do you want to be thrown out?" He was quickly losing his patience. He had stopped his trope of bodyguards from accompanying him to work, but for the sake of people like Vera, he was ready to reinstall them.Panic flashed across her eyes. She knew Anders' threats were never mere threats. If he said he'd throw her out, then he most certainly will. That'd ruin her plans."I'll leave, Mr Rodríguez, but don't expect this to be the last of me. Whatever you plan to have with her won't last, I'll make sure of it." She flashed him a mischievous smile, then with head held high, she turned aroun
Veil freshened up and slipped into the dress Anderson gave her. The floor-length ink-black gown was an embodiment of elegance and allure. It seemed to be crafted from luxurious flowing fabric that draped gracefully. The silhouette was sleek, accentuating her curves tastefully. Not so tight, and not so free. It was the right size. How did he know her exact size?She assessed her reflection in the mirror and her jaw almost dropped. The dress was way too exposing than she'd have liked. Its plunging neckline left cleaves that she preferred to cover up in the open, and the thigh-to-foot length slit, exposed her tanned legs each time she walked. Why did it feel like this event was mostly to see her naked?She slipped into the pair of shoes and gave herself one last look, then went downstairs to wait for the driver's arrival. She was surprised to find the car already standing by, waiting for her. The chauffeur hopped down and opened the back seat for her. Her eyes went wide as saucers the mo
All eyes turned in the direction where the voice had come. "Sold for 20 million." Veil stole a glance at Anders behind her. How rich was this boss of hers really? she couldn't help but wonder.Soon after the auction, the party took a different swing. Anders' phone rang right before the dance began. He walked out to take it. Veil looked around rubbing her arms nervously. She wasn't used to events like these. Where was Anders?"Hello, Veil!" She turned when she heard a slightly familiar voice call her name. And there, in front of her, on a black tux that stretched to contain his broad chest and muscular arms, was Orleans, looking like a Spanish male model. Her eyes lit up."Hello," she smiled at him. Orleans stole a furtive look around as if searching for something... Or someone."You're here alone?" Veil shook her head. "No, I'm here with my boss. What brings you here though?" "Same as you. Here with the boss." His facials flexed, revealing a beautiful smile. "And... where's this
In the spaced parlor of a three-bedroom apartment, adorned with comfort requirements of a flat-screen TV, air conditioning, a modest-sized refrigerator, comfortable couches, and a glass table in front. With pictures of a light-skinned brunette hanging on the walls. On the glass table sitting in front of one of the two lemon couches, a bunch of local newspapers lay scattered across the table, a few others on the floor, and come across the other couch. Two brunettes sat across the table, ransacking the papers.Gazing at a particular heading on the paper with apt uncertainty evident in sea-green eyes, Veil let out a long sigh she didn't think she had been holding. Her expression was one of innocent frustration."I don't think I can cope with the job of a bartender." Flipping the pages of a paper with the picture of a male model as its cover picture, the other brunette gave a glance at the paper in Veil's hands."You're not working in a bar, we'd find something better."Veil bit on th
Veil trailed behind a group of young girls in mini-exposing dresses as they made their way through the entrance hallway. Under the blue lights, she could see a few couples making out, and hear groans and moans and soft music playing. The more they walked down the hallway, the louder the music got. Reaching the end of the hallway, she entered a place where the music was at its loudest. The room was more like a hall and was crowded. She stumbled upon a few insatiable love-making lovebirds, some drunks, coughed once and then twice at the choking smell of cigarettes. In less than five minutes, she was already regretting the decision she made in a state of excitement. Why didn't she just sit back and wait? First time in a club and she was already hating the idea of it.How was she supposed to find June in such rowdyism, and that too, with such lights?As she moved around searching for June, a group of drunk dudes in the company of three drunk ladies quaked her "Hey!" One of the guys scr
At 7:30 AM, Veil was up and preparing for a 9:00 clock interview. She had her shower, made breakfast, ate, and used the rest of the free minutes taking in deep breaths. Once it was 8:20 AM, she dressed up. In a white polyester V-neck long-sleeved shirt, a knee-length black skirt that accentuated her perfectly defined curves, and a pair of heels, she looked almost ready to rock. What was she missing....... Yap! Her hair. She brushed the waist-length hair and packed it to the back. She's never been a fan of make-up, so she didn't apply any, besides, her skin was pure and smooth. She picked up one of the bags they had gotten the day before, a Channel. Hurrying to June's room, she knocked on the sleeping girl's room and made her aware of her departure, before leaving. In a hurry, she almost flagged down a Bentley, but thank heavens she was quick enough to withdraw her hand......But. Why did the car feel familiar?....In the passenger seat of the black Bentley that had just passed Veil,
"Ms. Veil Smith. You're up next!" The speaker announced."Huh!!" Veil asked. Was it her or someone bearing the same name as her? Why was it her turn now? She had only been sitting there for five minutes. Some too many other people came before her, so, why was she next?As she stood up and confidently approached the door, she knew that others had the same thoughts running in their minds. Probably she was amongst the top firsts on their list. But! why was her name called, instead of her number? She noticed a lot of people staring at her with disdain and it made her feel strange in a way. She forced a smile in other to clear the air around her before walking in.As soon as she was out of sight, a few women turned to each other."She's the last person to walk into this room, yet she gets called before us all, and that too, by name?" One blonde asked."I think she must be acquainted with the CEO. Hmm! Lucky her." Another, a short-haired brunette murmured with a fixed gaze on the door V