Chapter 10
The dinner in Sapphire's house went very well. Her mother had made all her favorite dishes. She chatted with her mother for a while in the kitchen and then went to meet her dad in the study to discuss work.
She had taken care of minutest details of her field work and trained her employees in such a way that they are living their characters not just from past three months but past three years. She told her dad that the handsome hunk had unexpectedly crossed her path. He was knocking at her door to use the phone. However she had concealed her identity from him in the pretext of Corona.
Stanley was worried about his daughter. He knew he was risking Sapphire to mafia's most dangerous man. Though he had not informed anyone in the world, he had confirmed measures to rescue his daughter in case of an emergency.
The only difference between him and his wife is, he wouldn't burst like her. The spark she always saw in her dad's eyes was missing tonight and Sapphire knew the reason quite well. "Dad don't worry, I can take care of myself."
Stanley only nodded, blinking his eyes continuously to restrict the wetness pooling in his eyes which did not go unnoticed by her.
"Dad.." Sapphire shook her head, went and hugged him. "You know what, mom is better than you in things like this. She shouts and empties her sorrows."
"I'm not a baby daddy. I can look after myself. Now cheer up and wish me luck. Tomorrow I am going to give my first appearance to trap the cunning antelope in the name of love and you see he is surely going to get trapped by the role I am going to play for him.." Sapphirepatted the cheeks of her dad and kissed him.
"No matter how old you are, you will always be my little princess to whom I read bedtime stories at night." Stanley forced a smile and kissed the forehead of Sapphire.
"What are the secrets you both are talking here keeping me away?" Zelda raised her eyebrows in curiosity looking between both of them.
A few more minutes of hearty talk with her parents accompanied with dinner Sapphire drove back to her home ready to give her best in drama and action.
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Carl was running late to work. The previous night he had so much to drink and he couldn't wake up in time though the alarm was blaring right beside his head for an hour.
He got up with a pounding headache which could better be described as a hangover. He groaned with pain holding his head which has now become a routine for him after Stephanie passed away.
He couldn't get over her though it has been more than three months. He would spray her scent all over his bed and only then could he collect some sleep.
The employees in his office were afraid to even look at him because he was always grumpy and blew the fuse. Their once understanding and patient boss was now a devil incarnate.
Carl hated him to be the way he is today. But he couldn't control himself. He tried everything under the sky to forget his pain…. girls, booze, drugs and smoke. But nothing helped him.
Dragging his feet to the first aid kit in the washroom he fussed with the lid in his half sleepy state and finally could get it to open for him.
He popped two tablets of Advils and put his head under the cold shower to rid off the enervation.
Within an hour he was ready to go to the office and ordered the driver to speed up since he was already late to work. But half way to his destination the car abruptly stopped.
Carl was sending urgent emails in his laptop. When he found no movement of the vehicle even after five minutes, he looked around and bit a curse. It was a traffic jam. Such logjams are very common in New York during the busy hours because of the increasing population in the city.
But as strange as it was, this gridlock wasn't for the customary reason. A confused puppy ran in between the traffic and injured its leg.
Seeing the affliction of the innocent animal, a girl ran to its rescue. Carl opened his lips and was almost about to teach the girl a lesson but words clogged in his throat as if he met with an electric shock no sooner his eyes met hers.
They were the most beautiful crystal blues he had ever seen on earth as pure and pristine as a flower. Her chestnut hair went loose to her waist in curls as she took the crying puppy in her arms.
Something inside him triggered the kind of feeling he should not have especially towards such a young girl. She appeared not more than sixteen years.
His cock was suddenly erect and making him uncomfortable. Was it the result of lack of proper sleep for days together or it was because of unfulfilling sex?
Why was he seeing this girl so much attractive? His throat became dry in an unfathomable feeling and he looked at her once again.
There was a familiar intuition striking inside him. Had he known the girl? She was too young to work in his office and he was sure he did not sleep with her. Because no matter how much he was drunk, he had certain rules. He wouldn't sleep with a juvenile and this girl in front of him looked not more than sixteen.
Then it struck him like lightning. She was the same girl, he rescued in the mid night from sex addicts nearly four months ago. He did not remember her name but now he could easily recognize her.
His eyes crawled to her hands as she began to nurse the puppy and saw the small plaster attached to the back of her palm which is used to attach a drip.
What happened to her? An immediate concern hit in his heart and his chest tightened. What are these unforeseen strange feelings suddenly developing in him? Why was he having such unanticipated emotions, especially only for this girl?
To resist the dangerous sensation growing inside, he walked out of the car furiously. Holding her arm he pulled the girl to one side. "Do you think people in this world have no work like you. And to rescue this fucking puppy you have to be obstructing the traffic since past ten minutes?"
Carl released her arm with a jerk and the girl hissed in pain for the tightness with which he held her. He very well knew his fingers would have reduced a mark on her arm and the understanding bothered him because her pulchritudinous crystal blues were now glistening tears.
She was as pretty as an angel with a cream colored complexion and freckles on her face."I am sorry sir." She muttered and ran away into a less populated small lane which had only a few small wooden houses.
It intrigued Carl to find out if it was the place she was living. But he controlled his unbridled emotions and walked the opposite way towards his car.
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