Savannah followed behind the two cute and petite maids. They never stopped talking. "I'm Tina ma'am, and this is Emily. At your gracious service." The taller one did the introductions. "I know. Mike introduced you guys earlier." She said, amused at their tirade. They gasped in shock. "You address sir Mike, your husband by his first name?" Emily asked in astonishment. "Yeah?" She asked in confusion. "Not even hunny? My love? Sweetheart? My heart? Or even my husband?" Savannah laughed uneasily. "Of course not." She answered as they got to a door. "Why?" They asked simultaneously in unbelief. "Is this my bedroom?" She asked, trying to change the topic. "Yes ma'am." They answered and unlocked the door. She was grateful they bought the change of topic. Walking in after them, she stood at the entrance and studied the room. It was just as expected. Spacious, beautiful, colourful and befitting. But she noticed something. It was a room well befitting for just one person
The voice was unmistakable. "Hello Sa... Sam!" She stuttered. He wasn't standing there in front of her but it felt like he was. The air was heavy with tension and uneasiness. She wished she had known he was the one calling. But she knew she wouldn't have picked up the phone if she had known. "How're you Savannah?" He asked, "or should I say, Mrs Savannah Verrati?" Her stomach clenched. She was dumbfounded. Her mouth felt as dry as a desert. She struggled hard to find her voice. "What... What do you want Sam?" It came out her mouth before she could stop it. She wasn't thinking straight anymore. She wasn't ready yet for this kind of encounter. "Oh really? What do I want? He asked, chuckling. "Hmm... I want good food, I want more life, more money, more clients, more houses, more cars. Should I go on? But more especially, I want to know why you did this to me." The pain in his voice was audible even to the deaf. "I'm sorry." That felt like the most appropriate thing t
SAM EVENT PLANNERS... Sam dropped the phone sadly. He actually didn't expect her to agree to his request. Although he wished so. It was never his plan to cheat on her. But being a virgin, she was uncomfortable with the whole idea of sex. He had to look outside, to relieve himself. He actually felt she didn't mind his sexual escapades because, she rarely confronted him about it. Hence his almost non-existent apologies. "Damn you Savannah! I'm not letting you go. Not in this life, not even the afterlife." He said. Someone knocked on the door and walked in. One of his staffs. She was holding files and smiling brightly at him. "Good day sir!" she said, standing before his desk. He ignored her, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Seeing his sad countenance, she decided to cut the niceties and go straight to the point, presenting him the documents she held. "I have some documents that need your signature sir. Particularly for district attorney Coop. His wedding is coming
"Boss! Your phone." Vivien said handing him one of his phones ringing. "Who's that?" He asked, not bothering to look at the caller ID. His mind was full of thoughts. Mom had been with Savannah for few minutes but it felt like hours already. He wondered what they were discussing, curiosity clouding his mind. He hoped they like each other. "It's Sukey boss." Vivien replied. Damn! Wrong timing. He shook his head in disapproval, handing back the phone to Vivien. He bowed and retrieved it. The phone rang again. Mike waved him away, signalling he should tell her off. So he walked to a corner and picked up the phone. "Hey Mike!" Sukey said excitedly. "I've been trying to reach you. I really need to talk to you." She spoke in haste. "This isn't Mike. The boss is in no mood for calls. Call later, okay?" That said, he made to end the call. "Please don't cut the call. Tell him it's very urgent. I really need to speak to him. Please!" She pleaded. Vivien sighed tiredly. Although
Steve Baldwin walked tiredly home. The sun was beaming hotly on him and he sweated profusely. He was coming back from his father's grocery store. It had been a torrid 24hrs already. From seeing the corpse of Amanda Fortune, to spending hours in police station for unending questioning and interrogation. As expected, for being the one to discover the body, he was the first suspect. After long hours, his father and a lawyer arrived. Even though he was just a minor and wasn't supposed to be interrogated without the presence of his parents, they went ahead, bombarding him with brain draining questions, accusing him of what he didn't do. They didn't listen to his story even after he repeated it several times. Questions like, "why weren't you in school?" "-What were you doing at an abandoned swampy area at early morning?" "-Are you sure you were just fishing?" "-Did you see anyone else?" " How did you locate the body in the large swamp? So you me
"I want you to recount your statements. You'd tell the police you know who did it. That you saw the killers when they deposited the body in the swamp, that you saw them while tending to your fishing net and hid, watching them. And while hiding, you heard one of them, make a call, to the one who hired them for the job. You'd also say the call was on loud speaker so you heard everything that was discussed on phone, although you can't recognize any of the men, because, they wore black masks. But like I said earlier, you'd claim you heard every discussion that was made." Sam paused to let his words sink. Then he continued, "the police would then ask if you could recognize who was on call with them, you'd answer yes, and say who it was." Steve stared in astonishment. He couldn't believe all he'd been hearing. He had suspected earlier that this man was up to no good. Although inwardly he was astonished and shocked, he did a good job to remain calm outwardly
Savannah stood before the mirror, drying her wet hair with a towel and preparing for bedtime. She was beaming joyfully as she recollected how unexpectedly and pleasantly surprising her day had gone. From arriving home from Italy, to arriving at this mansion, to meeting her unapproving mother-in-law, to the best part of it all; how she was able to get her mother-in-law to trust her, welcome her and warm up to her. It was late at night when mom finally left. It was really a happy moment with her around. She was a very good cook and treated them to different Italian cuisines. Dishes she claimed were Mike's favourites. After their private talk, she became so nice, cheerful, caring and loving. She took her time, explaining and teaching her some of the dishes she prepared. She actually struggled initially to adjust to the strange dishes and taste. But it was delicious all the same. Then while they sat at the dining, she told different funny stories of Mike as a child. For once
Getting to her room, he paused. Something told him to knock. But on a second thought, he pulled open the door. She was his wife afterall, he decided. The lights were still on, he noticed as he walked in. He paused at the entrance as he saw her. She was sitting up on the bed which was directly opposite where he stood, her back resting on the headrest, from her waist downwards, was covered in a pink flowery duvet. She was wearing a light blue silk strap hand singlet. Her hair was long and flowing, brushed and styled straight, lying on her chest, calling his attention there. He obliged the call, taking his eyes there immediately. Her boobs were looking fuller, standing and perkier, obviously because she was wearing no bra. Feeding his eyes enough, he took his gaze up to her face. She was looking at him as if she had been expecting him. As if she had been praying for him to come in and couldn't believe her prayers has been answered. Her eyes weren't looking sleepy in any way, telling him s