Beams of Love

pillow in sheer frustration. Jackson had left fo

t exactl

or some unknown reason, he seemed to be stuck in my mind like an unwelcome guest. It was as if

last night—his mocking face, the feel

the idea of me working there. Maybe he was right. Perhaps it was better

I wondered who could be visiting in the middle of the aftern

main door. The wooden door swung open, and

te surprise, staring at

ted with his usual brusq

orry. Please come

tutter for on

e until they settled on the almost empty tub of

itely offered him a seat. "Can I get y

, Miss Thompson. I'm he

took a seat op

proclaimed. "You have sixty se

tare at him wit

Miss Thompson?" he as

the 'ask' in y

y sec

wide. This gu

sixty seconds," I blurted

he'd want me to hear and besides, why do I actually want

es, I a

e I could finally breathe. This was

elf from the couch. "See yo

n stopped him. "Why do y

work was quite impressive," he answered back almost immediately

eded to the door but came to a halt yet again, sweeping a lo

stery?" he asked, lo

I answered

ply sm

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eird statue, who seemed to be the only nice man there. Apart fr

wded like the Eras Tour concert with busy throngs

ite often. Mr Dickson wasn't so approachable either,

in case you're wondering. Thanks f

he didn't speak a word since last night, disappeared in the morning

s feeling oddly optimistic and I woul

d tug mine from behind. My body instinctively tur

e. Who won't when some unknown

way when Frederick Sump

ed my mouth to speak but

"Now give it to him and get the hell out of here before Sumpton sees you." H

I cast an anxious look around me. All I saw was an ocean of people. Whoever that

d to tell him he'd got the

n leather folder. It looked royal. The matt-finished maroon leather served

R, it