When your feet step on the grandeur of the golden sand bed, with your skin soaked in the ever-shining sun of Namiri's everlasting summer, you’ll know you’re home.
Namiri Island makes anyone, local nor foreign, feel so welcomed. I’ve never been to this place my whole life—I’ve never had a sweet little escape in such a tiny yet worth-exploring island—but as soon as I got here, I knew it would be hard to bid this paradise farewell.
Aided by a trustworthy guide I was so lucky to have met, my two-week trip in Namiri Island resulted in an unforgettable bliss I long to share in this article.
It is worth noting that my guide, who prefers to remain anonymous, is herself a Namiri-bound girl who knows every corner, every attraction…--
Lucio’s green eyes got more and more intense as he read through the article. He frowned deeply as he ran his hand through his stubble, thinking. Why did it all match like a jigsaw puzzle he’d been longing to complete?
Namiri Island.
A local as a tour guide.
A female local as a tour guide.
He quickly flipped the pages of the tabloid until he reached the end of the article. Scanning through the words, he caught the name of the journalist at the bottom right.
Nathan Avner
He raised his eyebrows and took his cell phone to his ear.
A few seconds later a familiar voice greeted him. “What is it again, Lucio?”
“Michelle—I swear I won’t disturb you any longer. Contact the Marion Publishing Press please? Tell them to expect an authorized visit from Lucio Franc in a short while. It’s for—eh—business purposes.”
“Go to hell, Lucio. You expect me to assist you in yet another scheme you’re planning? What are you gonna do there?” Michelle sounded reluctant.
“I’m still a Franc, Michelle, whether my dad wants it or not. Do as I say. Please?” He added with a much gentler tune in the end. He laughed as he heard Michelle grumbling.
“Aye aye, Captain. Good luck with whatever strings you’re pulling.”
Nathan Avner.
He had no idea who the journalist was, but he knew he was going to find out, very soon.
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Tearing Paper
RomanceThere's this girl. She spends every day tearing paper, as if nothing she writes ever makes sense. There's this guy. He spends every day watching her, although he knows he isn't ready to love again. When he finally dares himself to make a move, they...
