The room was left with empty of words. Everyone were thinking about the current situation.
"So what next, do we need to continue our work which we had stopped few years before? ". Said Veronica.
" Don't you think it will lead us in trouble? ". Wern said looking at other members.
People had messed up their head by thinking what to do next.
Suddenly Alex said " We should start from where we had stopped. These days, it was James who was incharge and from last two years we haven't started our work even in his absence so it will easy us to start this time. Anyway if the new MD become a hurdle , we will send near her parents ... ".( Evil laugh).
" To make our work easy we have to appoint our people in every sector we want so that our things will go well". Wern said while scrolling her emails starring at her laptop.
"That's right ,when James took the authority. He dismissed each and every people who supported us, from watchman till the supplier and then we left with nothing". Max said in disappointment.
" Now we can raise again Max don't worry about itit. The company has gained more profit . Even it's share market is going good. " Veronica said looking the profit and loose static graph on her monitor. "From past two years there is no new appointment in that case I will ask the company to appoint new employees and Alex at that make sure you have people ready who will work for us.
" Don't worry about that Veronica, I will do that job ". Lighting his cigarette he replied.
In studio...
The sky was filled with stars. The wind was entering the room pushing the curtains from their way, which formed waves in the curtains, it looked as if they were dancing to the wind's music.
There was a guy dressed in a thin white shirt through which his six-pack was appearing prominent, this made him more attractive. He was Standing front of the painting portrait which was empty,he was trying to draw something his eyes had captured, it looked as if he was trying remember something and draw it in the same way.
Beside the portrait , on the table there was glass filled with wine and other glass was filled with colored water.
He drank a sip of wine and took the paint brush making it filled with color he started to draw something which had made it's place in his mind.
He made sure not to miss even single detail of his art work. Wine worked as a memory drink for him. He would take sip of it when ever he felt stuck and then continued with his drawing.
From past two hours he made himself busy with his art. But still the focus on the drawing was same as the beginning one.
" What are you doing here Mick?". A gril voice came from the door way. She had a curly long hair, dressed in a red frock which made her look attractive.
" It seems your all away from your cocktails party. What made you to come here Bria? ". Folding his arms towards his chest, he said , while starring his art work.
" Your sister left a message that you haven't reached home yet and she was little worried about you and about the accident incident , even I called to your number but there wasn't any response so I thought you might be here and see I was right. What happened to your cell phone , it's not reachable? ". Walking towards him she said.
Bria is a childhood best friend of Mick. They both had graduated from the same college . In college days their friendship bonding was strong that most of them had misunderstood that they are dating each other. In real Bria was liking him but she always stopped her feelings from telling him , thinking that she might loose her best friend while getting him as a lover boy, she also thought that. What if he might not have the same feeling towards her which she had , if he won't then it might spoil their friendship unknowingly. It's not at all necessary right, the person you like should have a same feeling for you.
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The Castle Girl
General Fiction"I am a rose with a sharp thorns, don't try to catch me, it will hurt you more than your imagination". She said looking into his eyes. There was curve on his lips. Taking a deep breath he said. " Your the rear rose, whom I don't wanna miss, I won'...