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Cracked Sources (B01 E09)





  • "A toast,"

    Mark popped the champagne bottle and emptied into two beautifully designed glasses, "A glass as beautiful as you," He cheerfully said as he lifted a glass to Anna. She chuckled. They clinked the glasses to cheer. They had already talked about frivolous stuffs and now was the time to thread into more personal territories, they both felt alcohol would help them lighten up and flow with the moment of the platonic date.

    "Is there something between you and Patrick," He dropped the first thought that came into his mind. About time the half bottle they've already drunk started taking effects. Anna tried to hide her emerging laughter, she wondered what exactly she'd find attractive in Patrick to be involved with him. "No," she finally answered when her laughter had subsided.

    "What about Andrew?"

    Mark's attempt at humor wasn't settling fine anymore because he was encroaching towards the truth, and also because he reminded of the one person she didn't want to think about this evening. Anna remained silent.

    Mark took a brief pause to think of the right words to say, he continued "Andrew loves you, Patrick loves, and now, I can't help but love you as well." Anna looked at him in amazement, at that moment she felt very special, to have captured the interest of two major players at Akin Chambers wasn't an easy feat, one most girls would die for. He stared into her eyes, as though he hoped to see her inner self, and continued "I must confess it's more of fascination at this moment, but I think your spell has caught me also, and its pleasuring to me." Anna heaved a sigh of relief when he was finally done speaking - her ears had heard too much for an evening. Like most girls did to play hard to get, she politely rejected his coy offer to date her. He expected she'd reject him on a first trial and openly admitted he might wait for her and try again.

    Anna wanted to leave now, she declined his offer to drop her off, with the way he was acting she might be better off safer in a taxi than in his car.

     ***

    "I'm coming, just a moment please" Andrew shouted. He ran down his stairs to the door.

    "Who do we have here?" He smiled at the delightful sight of Anna at his door, he felt was looking too beautiful and didn't bother with his initial question of where her key was. She answered she was with Mark which didn't sit well with Andrew, he immediately wore a jealous look on his face. "That's not why I'm here," She brought back his attention. "Which is?" Andrew queried.

    "I can’t have you pulling the kind of stunt you pulled at the office today," Anna started. She walked pass him into his living room upstairs to take hold of herself and the moment, and nor jump on him as her hormones wanted her to do.

    "That stunt as you call it, was for your wellbeing, and I'll do it again to whoever tries to make you feel unsafe," Andrew said without hesitating. He didn't get the angle she was coming from but couldn't give it a chance to rise above what he had to say.

    Anna stressed her point, they weren't dating, he publicly declared territory on her the way he did earlier at the office would only do more harm than good to her image. "It could destroy my reputation at the office," she stressed further "And I need a good reputation to excel when I finally become a Lawyer. Andrew felt whatever she was saying now wasn't unconnected to her date with Mark, "I can't stop if that's what it takes to keep you safe."

    "What am I to you, Andrew?" Anna cut him with her question. It caught him unaware. He couldn't give her a tangible answer. Anna asked him again, this time with a louder and teary voice.

    Andrew was still silent, and rooted on the same spot. Anna stared at him for a while, and moved for the door. It took Andrew a while to decide on his next line of action, he ran after her calling her name, but she ignored him. He ran down the stairs after her, she was already at the door. When the door opened they both saw Beatrice there, about to knock.

    "Entertain your guest. Please don't follow me." Anna pleaded, and walked away into the dead of the night.

    If there was something Andrew had come to understand in his many years with women, it's never to argue with them when they’re ridden by emotions. He let her be as requested, but watched her disappear into the dead of the night until Beatrice's soft voice called for him to come in.

    Beatrice planted a kiss on his cheeks as he walked pass her at the entrance. She smiled at the empty darkness as she closed the door behind her.

    ***

    Mark's phone rang. He chuckled at the way he saved his hardworking assistant's name - My PA.

    "How are you my dear?" He offered her the first greeting, she responded, she was sorry to disturb his dinner with Anna but seemed relaxed a bit after he told her their dinner had already ended.

    "I just received an official mail from the Supreme Court. They want to reopen the Crescent case."

    Mark remained silent, his mind in deep reflection: His fear had become real. "Any other thing?" He asked.

    "Yes Sir. Our first court appearance is next Tuesday."

    Mark thanked her for immediately bringing it to his notice, and bid her goodnight.

  • Talius Dike: Sunday, 18 June 2017 at 06:00:00
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