at her doorstep. She had never in her life before received even a post card to her name.
Having signed for it, she closed the door and walked back to the living-room.
After taking the paper cover off the package, a small box lay full in the palm of her hand. She looked at it inquisitively.
Not knowing what to expect, Elaine gingerly opened the lid, and saw a pair of blazing diamond earrings resting inside atop a blue velvet bed. They had an amazing tear drop design with beautiful tassels of swinging moonbeams round their curved bottoms.
There had to be some mistake here. Maybe it was meant for someone else, and the poor guy.. In the midst of her speculations, Elaine noticed a slip of folded paper sticking out from the side of its blue bed.
What she found penned in it at first stunned her incredulous, then even ‘livid’ seemed too mild a word to describe her next emotion.
She glowered at the little white rectangular note. The two words on it jumped at her again and again–Thank You.
The longer she gazed at it, the more furious she became. It was his scribble, she knew. How dared he?
Thank You! As though she were his whore, whom he needed to pay for the night’s fun. An exorbitant payment for the services of an equally expensive whore. He had called her as much last night when he had sneaked into her apartment.
Well, she’ll show him. The next time he saw her, she wouldn’t be the Elaine whom he took this cheaply.
She would have erased every trace of the girl inside her who had put a break on her life, her heart, for a boy who had never loved her in return.
And that was a promise Elaine made to herself.
***
T heodore Moore sped out of the Hawk’s office with tattered dignity, and his thick black rimmed glasses askew on the perch of his long nose.
He should have checked the papers for the tenth time before taking them in. Damian McBain never missed anything, and he had no patience for errors. On a typical day looking at the man you would think a face chiselled out of stone, untouched by mundane human emotions.
But if you were to ever see it perturbed, then that would be the day you rued knowing the Hawk.
“I take it this morning isn’t turning out to be a good one for you, Theodore.” Trevor gaily thumped the lanky man on the back. “My big bro giving you a tough time today? I mean, tougher than usual? Say, what do you think are my chances to slip out unscathed?”
“Mr. McBain’s been waiting for you, Sir.”
Theodore’s skirting his pointed question with a staid face plainly told Trevor the atmosphere within the office of the CEO of McBain Industries was most likely freezing.
He had had gathered as much from the curt call he received near dawn from Damian to come to his office without delay. Did the man never sleep?
“That bad, huh?” Trevor shrugged his shoulders and walked in.
Nothing was fazing him today. What ire he had gotten being summoned away from the heat of Elaine’s soft, beautiful, graceful limbs, it had died swiftly in the anticipation of getting back there this evening.
As the door closed behind him, his eyes roamed the sombre room. With a louvre drawn on the sprawling view outside, the dark, ebony arrangement of the office was illuminated by an array of bright light fixtures adorning the length and breadth of the ceiling above.
At the helm sat his brother, Damian, with a commanding aura. His gaze fixed on a laptop screen, he was discussing something over the phone.
The man at thirty-four looked a handsome devil–upon the ladies’ words–least wise those who were strong minded enough to stand Damian’s hard edged personality.
A lass who loved flowers and read poetries by a loch would shrivel under his demanding and domineering nature.
Men, all who dealt with Damian believed him a heartless scoundrel. They either grudgingly respected him, or hated him. But feared him equally they all.
To Trevor, Damian had had been the resented authority that was imposed upon him
Having signed for it, she closed the door and walked back to the living-room.
After taking the paper cover off the package, a small box lay full in the palm of her hand. She looked at it inquisitively.
Not knowing what to expect, Elaine gingerly opened the lid, and saw a pair of blazing diamond earrings resting inside atop a blue velvet bed. They had an amazing tear drop design with beautiful tassels of swinging moonbeams round their curved bottoms.
There had to be some mistake here. Maybe it was meant for someone else, and the poor guy.. In the midst of her speculations, Elaine noticed a slip of folded paper sticking out from the side of its blue bed.
What she found penned in it at first stunned her incredulous, then even ‘livid’ seemed too mild a word to describe her next emotion.
She glowered at the little white rectangular note. The two words on it jumped at her again and again–Thank You.
The longer she gazed at it, the more furious she became. It was his scribble, she knew. How dared he?
Thank You! As though she were his whore, whom he needed to pay for the night’s fun. An exorbitant payment for the services of an equally expensive whore. He had called her as much last night when he had sneaked into her apartment.
Well, she’ll show him. The next time he saw her, she wouldn’t be the Elaine whom he took this cheaply.
She would have erased every trace of the girl inside her who had put a break on her life, her heart, for a boy who had never loved her in return.
And that was a promise Elaine made to herself.
***
T heodore Moore sped out of the Hawk’s office with tattered dignity, and his thick black rimmed glasses askew on the perch of his long nose.
He should have checked the papers for the tenth time before taking them in. Damian McBain never missed anything, and he had no patience for errors. On a typical day looking at the man you would think a face chiselled out of stone, untouched by mundane human emotions.
But if you were to ever see it perturbed, then that would be the day you rued knowing the Hawk.
“I take it this morning isn’t turning out to be a good one for you, Theodore.” Trevor gaily thumped the lanky man on the back. “My big bro giving you a tough time today? I mean, tougher than usual? Say, what do you think are my chances to slip out unscathed?”
“Mr. McBain’s been waiting for you, Sir.”
Theodore’s skirting his pointed question with a staid face plainly told Trevor the atmosphere within the office of the CEO of McBain Industries was most likely freezing.
He had had gathered as much from the curt call he received near dawn from Damian to come to his office without delay. Did the man never sleep?
“That bad, huh?” Trevor shrugged his shoulders and walked in.
Nothing was fazing him today. What ire he had gotten being summoned away from the heat of Elaine’s soft, beautiful, graceful limbs, it had died swiftly in the anticipation of getting back there this evening.
As the door closed behind him, his eyes roamed the sombre room. With a louvre drawn on the sprawling view outside, the dark, ebony arrangement of the office was illuminated by an array of bright light fixtures adorning the length and breadth of the ceiling above.
At the helm sat his brother, Damian, with a commanding aura. His gaze fixed on a laptop screen, he was discussing something over the phone.
The man at thirty-four looked a handsome devil–upon the ladies’ words–least wise those who were strong minded enough to stand Damian’s hard edged personality.
A lass who loved flowers and read poetries by a loch would shrivel under his demanding and domineering nature.
Men, all who dealt with Damian believed him a heartless scoundrel. They either grudgingly respected him, or hated him. But feared him equally they all.
To Trevor, Damian had had been the resented authority that was imposed upon him
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