Time Ghost

Chapter 10

Her name is Sarah Berlintsmann.

A native from United States. I assume that this woman is pretty close to thirty in terms of age.  She stands at around 5,5 feet, a little shy and shrunken under my chest as we walk side-by-side. I do used metrics for measurements more in my experiments rather than imperials in practice. However, to interact with United States’ newborn, one shall put forth imperials to be considered as amicable in person.

Within Her eyes, I can estimate admiration and satisfaction emerged down within. Hints of perplexity arises in many occasions along the way. She wants to produce no burdensome movements before my vision, but made herself ill at ease simultaneously.

Clumsiness occurs from time to time, against which I deemed no fury within my mind.

Unfortunately, I could also sense a little bit of character-playing act was running in amidst our short-term communication. A few times of silly mistakes were sufficient for early deduction of my conclusion in general. She crashes against the building’s wall and stumbled upon the flat-surfaced white ceramic tiles beneath us. It is difficult to corroborate whether if the floor were deemable as a culprit, since this woman kept tripping herself up against the knee.

Too much business to attend in Drolyfe, I’ve got no time to waste!

“I’m apologize, Mr. Darling. I was so nervous to guide you earlier.....” Sarah whispered towards the man in glasses, then begged towards him afterwards.” I hope it’s not annoying for you.” She continued.

She takes James Watson’s right palm by force. No gadgets inside the knuckle at the time, so the woman could freely utilise his arm for her convenience afterwards.

~smooch~

Without James Watson’s consent, Sarah swipes a wet one upon the backhand side. The woman licked them up already, even, as the man in glasses quickly pulled them away and frowns against the woman after that,”How come it’s proper for you to do it?” He rattled,”Do you mind not doing that again, Sarah?”

“Well, it’s for undue payment of yesterday, Darling. We’re not done yet.” Sarah winked, then puts down a naughty grin subsequently.

James Watson was a little bit confused to give another shot of query in retort. Lucky for the man, however, Drolyfe’s meeting room is only a few meters ahead. Commotions inside has blown extreme force of anxiety across the office. Its brown-tinted door was opened wide to signal a code of conduct over someone’s much-desired attendance.

Sarah is quite aggressive.... I’m wondering who’s this woman in front of James Watson, really. For her to become ferocious denotes their actual relationship, which is unknown for me somehow.

James Watson displays no interest towards her regret and continues to pay attention to the monitor in front of him. Mental exhaustion disembarks into his domain and twiddling against the patience of the man. Famous members of the country have been scattered over the edge of meeting room’s four-sided “war” table.

Ahead of James Watson’s presentation grid seats twenty percent shares of Drolyfe, Inc, Gordon Herald. Middle-aged in figure, yet demonstrates youthful spirit under the belly for the man boasts pack of muscles on top of its lungs. He adorns havana cigar in-between his left fingers and puffs it up for entertainment. Nobody dares to intervene the man’s self-pleasure despite a bold signpost of “No smoke allowed” that was painted upon the wall.

No doubt, the old man presented fearsome behavior to come forth.

From the other end of the seat, A flat-cap wearing man stares across the door without a word to muster. Arms crossed before his chest to veil his own discomfort in expecting somebody far in the distance. Two legs above the “war” table complete with its black shoes intact. Spitting muck upon the trash and leers towards Gordon Herald in utmost hate.

Johnson Goddard is the name. He is a Russian oil tycoon who considered drones as fruitful business of the future. Out of his whim, however, The sworn rival contemplates upon the same way to purchase more of the stakes without any concern of its potential loss hereafter. Despite its hostile behavior, none of the other shareholders could react against him as the man owns fifteen percent of Drolyfe,Inc. Shares.

Baleful combination for Damien Beaufort. He was stressed out by the newcomer’s pressure, only to acknowledge another issues in custody afterwards.