Claydel Vail Jenner is a 36 year old Kittitian woman who has lost her family in a tragic accident.
Coping with her lost she finds her self Fallen victim at the hands of her late husband's Mistress
and his work partner. Clay fled to the city of At...
Waking up to my phone buzzing on the dresser is not how I would like to start my day. With the soft pillow muffling my groans of annoyance, I reach over for the phone with my head still hidden under the pillow and accidentally knocking over the vibrating phone to the floor.
"Shit!" I growl scrunching my nose as I throw my body up, planting my feet to the floor.
My body sway as sleep took hold of me once again. Jerking back into the sitting position, I fight to keep my eyes open but my eyelids where just too heavy.
Buzzz....Buzzz...
The phone vibrates on the floor. My eyes cracks open as I lean over and pick up the phone, clicking at the buttons to reveal who it is.
While shielding my sleepy eyes with my hand from the light on the phone, I am able to make out
the name, even though it was a bit of a blur; Judge Josy. As my eyes adjust to the
light the message became clearer and it read:
Nyla, there is a case I need you to take on. It is a young lady that seem to be struggling with some destructive anger issues. I have a feeling there is more to her than what it is on the surface.
I know you're the best at what you do and I know if any one can reach her, you can. Her name is
Claydel Vail Jenner. She will be arriving at your office tomorrow at 8am.
"It's 6am now and the message was sent at 4pm yesterday." I mutter to my self while checking
the time on my phone and walking to the bathroom. I then place the phone on the bathroom sink and proceed in taking care of my daily hygiene.
After finishing with the bathroom, I make my way to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. Taking my phone with me and placing it on the island in the middle of the room.
After making my breakfast which is eggs, bacon and pancakes with black coffee.
I sit down to eat, taking my sweet time to enjoy every bite, it is wonderful.
One hour later...
The outfit I choose to wear today had already been laid on the bed. It is a simple form fitting
black pencil skirt with a white top. I wiggle into my skirt, pull on my top wrapping it snuggly to my breast and now just slipping on my black suede heels. Grabbing my keys and taking one last look around the room just before casually strolling out the house.
Damn! I forgot my bag... Running back in to get it, I also notice my phone still sitting on the island counter.
I instantly face palm my self while shaking my head. I Grab my bag and my phone before running
back out and locking the door behind me. It only takes about 30 minutes to get to my office.
I can not help but smile as I walk effortlessly through the stain glass office door.
The gorgeous smile of my secretary greets me as always, god knows it has always been a great start to my day.
Amy has always been a reliable person with a heart of gold and it shows in her beautiful smile.
"Good morning Amy." Giving her a warm smile as I walk towards my office door.
"Good Morning Miss Camron." Amy replies handing me a folder with the names of the
clients I'll be seeing today.
Dropping the folder on my desk, I flip it open while sitting down and inching my self
and the chair closer to the desk.
Carefully I begin raking through the names and the information gathered about them.
But for some reason my eyes are fixed on the photo of the first person I am suppose to see today,
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Miss Clay Vail Jenner. She is beautiful, standing with her back turn towards a large mirror. Her
body tilts to the left. Her jet black shoulder length dreads lay flawlessly against
her rich caramel skin, and so did the black and white strip strap dress she wore that drapes so elegantly to the floor.
Her eye though, seem so sad. The kind of sadness born from deep longing. I have seen it so many times in my profession. Miss Jenner wore it with such haunting grace, her eyes beckon me.
This woman, what is behind those eyes? What are u longing for? It's hard for me to look away from her.
So many questions that peek my curiosity.
To have some understanding of her, I begin to read through her file.
After ten minutes of reading through Miss Jenner's file, I can not shake this feeling that slowly grew inside of me, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
What is it?
I gently brush my fingers over my chest trying to keep that awful feeling at bay when
the office phone loud buzz startle me. I draw in a sharp breath then slowly release
it before picking up the receiver.
"Miss Jenner is here to see you for her 8am session Miss Camron." Amy
said from the other end of the phone.
"Thank you Amy, You can send her right in." I reply as I neatly
put the files away and step out from be hind my desk to meet my new client.
The door opens and my brow furrow in confusion.
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This person looks so different from the one I saw in the files. She is no taller than 5 feet 2 inches,
caramel skin, brown eyes, shoulder length black dread shaved on both sides.
She is wearing a black hoodie, black skinny jeans with black Timberland.
Miss Jenner looks like a stud version of the lady in the photo.
Wow!
And she is also very attractive in this form!
Ok! Ok, snap out of it Nyla and greet your client.
