After Charles had carried an unconscious Jessica to a hospital room for the nurse to examine her, he walked with Drake and Bobby to the hospital employees’ elevator.
The maintenance guy had said he had never seen anything like it. Debbie had pried the panel off the wall and rewired the elevator to do what she wanted it to do. “It’s sloppy, but they got the job done,” the maintenance man had said.
Security had a camera in the elevator. Everyone’s mouths had dropped open when they saw Debbie enter the elevator with a coat and boots on. She had looked half dead on her feet. She got off in the employee garage. Three security officers along with Bobby, Drake, and Charles had searched the garage, and there was no sign of her.
Debbie’s head fell forward. Charles quickly caught her in his arms. She was out like a light. He pulled the side of her shirt up. Blood had soaked the large gauze that covered where she was shot. The other gauze where she had surgery was starting to bleed, too. “Calvin!” he yelled frantically. The door swung open. Calvin dashed over to him. “What happen?” “She passed out. Calvin, she’s burning up, and she’s bleeding,” he explained as he adjusted his hold on her. “We have to get her back to the hospital.” They were back in the Range Rover within minutes. His unco
Three months later. . . The living perpetrators who were responsible for the mass shooting at Michelson Investments on Madison Avenue were captured eight weeks ago. Their trials would start in two months. They were sitting in the city jail without bond. Calvin had been right. They shot up the place and everyone they could out of some sort of entitlement of justice for losing their jobs.The Michelsons and the Washingtons sat in the spectator seating in the courtroom. Charles, Jessica, and Debbie sat at a table several feet away from the bench. Arthur Whitman had just finished his petition to the court to have Debbie’s last name legally changed.Jessica had filed an application to change Debbie’s birth certificate to state that Charles was her father. But in the state of the New York, they had to
Charles Michelson was thirty-three years old, good looking, worth two billion bucks, and spent most of his time overseas. He lived every man’s dream. However, the dream was getting old, especially for the last year. Charles was experiencing an emptiness — almost a hollow feeling in his stomach and in his heart. He wasn’t sure what was wrong until he decided to visit his family for Christmas. What was missing in Charles’s life was love. Now, that he knew what he needed, he was on the hunt — the hunt for true love. **************************************************** It was November in New York. Charles Michelson had
It was Saturday evening when Charles walked past the threshold of the Michelson estate. He had on a black tux. His thick, brown, curly hair was slicked down with gel to keep it under control. “Good evening, Mr. Michelson,” Joseph, the butler, greeted. “Evening, Joseph,” Charles said with a wide grin. He took off his coat and white scarf and handed them to Joseph. “I take it that everyone is here already. The valets were just milling about when I pulled up.” The party had started a half hour ago. Charles was purposely late to events like this. He didn’t have the patience to listen to opening speeches stating how much money was needed to be raised and who was sponsoring the event.“Most of the guests have arrived, sir,&
Jessica Washington Davis surveyed the three-bedroom loft. It was perfect. There was a room for her to set up a studio, and she could afford it. Her divorce settlement was generous, but there was no need to waste it. She was an independent artist and photographer. She loved what she did for a living, but her survival depended on if someone decided to buy her photos and paintings. At first, she didn’t think coming back to New York was a good idea. After all, her upbringing in New York wasn’t all flowers and roses. Then she had thought about her aging parents. Jessica should be close just in case something happened. She was about to unpack another box filled with kitchenware when there was a knock on the door. She knew who it was. They had called and said they we
It had been a week since the HIV research charity event, so Charles thought that was more than enough time for Toni to cool off. He held a bouquet of white roses as he waited for Toni to answer the door. Michelson Investments held the title to the Hull Building There were only two penthouses on each floor. Calvin and Yvonne owned the massive penthouse on the top floor. Toni opened the door. She was holding a fried chicken leg in one hand. One of her socks was blue and the other was white. She wore bagging gray sweatpants and a sky-blue T-shirt. Her short dark hair was straight, and it framed her face. Charles adored her button nose. He gave her his most devastating smile.&n
Jessica and her parents had Thanksgiving dinner at her loft. Since her mother had to cook for the Michelsons, they had a late holiday meal.Her mother had brought over a sweet potato pie and collard greens. During dinner, Jessica told her parents that she had been invited to an art gala in Manhattan on New Year’s Eve. The coordinator wanted her to bring some of her work to put on display. It was last minute, but Jessica didn’t mind. She always had a few pieces finished and ready for sale. Hopefully, she would sell something at the gala. They nodded their congratulations and continued to eat dinner.Fifteen minutes later, they were having dessert – in silence. Jessica could tell something was off. “Are you two all right?”“Yeah,” her father answered. “Why?”“You two are acting . . . strangely. You two are usually chattier than this.”“We’re just tired, baby,” her mot
Jessica was staying at the JW Marriot in Washington, DC, for Christmas. Drake and Jessica had agreed to share Debbie for Christmas. She had gone over to Drake’s new townhouse that he shared with his fiancée to attend their Christmas Eve party. There had been a few raised eyebrows when she entered the room, but one thing Drake and Jessica were experts at was rising to the occasion, especially where Debbie was concerned. The awkward stares from the party guests had subsided and everyone had enjoyed the festivities. Christmas morning had gone well, too. Drake had bought Debbie a pair of diamond earrings. They weren’t big, but Jessica still thought it was too extravagant for a thirteen-year-old girl. However, she let it go because she thought Drake was just overcompensating because of the divorce. She figured it was a natural rea