Ben felt irritable. He rubbed the back of his neck but his rigid muscles dismissed the placatory move. His stomach rumbled and knotted in protest.
He had no idea what he should do. The blue file on the desk beckoned him but for once he had no wish to be enticed by its enchanting contents.
He started pacing, raking his fingers through his hair. He had to find a solution. After all he, Ben Bradshaw was the CEO of this company.
A soft knock on the door startled him and he barked a sharp, ”Come in!”
Naomi, his personal assistant came in carrying a cup of coffee and a plate of fruit salad.”Ben, time to stop starving yourself,” she said clearing the coffee table. She added,”Mindy had called. She told me to remind you that it’s your turn to pick Stacy up from school. I will be back in 20 minutes to clear the table.”
Ben smiled. Naomi had been a great find-reliable and trustworthy-her only weakness, a taste for handsome, high flying executives, like Ben. Not that Ben minded. Naomi was young, sexy and had no demands. She knew when to keep her mouth shut and was not clingy. And Mindy need never know.
“Naomi, you go have lunch and yes, I will have the papers ready for the Board meeting by 4-will brief you on that too.”
Naomi smiled, winked at him and left, swinging her hips,encased in a beautifully tailored, slim red skirt, knowing well the effect it had on Ben.
Ah, but no point in dwelling over those forbidden pleasures now, Ben told himself, that’s for this weekend when Mindy flies off for her annual fashion show at Milan. For now, he needed to eat first and then get back to work.
Wolfing down the fruit salad Ben realized that he had been ravenous. Good no one could see him eating like a pig, he chuckled. Satiated, he started sipping the coffee and mulled over the contents of the file. He had hired a special agency to look into embezzlement from company accounts and they had come up with shocking facts.
Ben had all the facts, figures, dates and the names behind the racket. He was shocked that it had been going on for over a year and no one had had any inkling. But, tomorrow morning, in the board meeting all the masks would be off and a lot of heads would roll. He was waiting for the last two names on his hit list.
The intercom on his desk buzzed.”There is a special delivery for you Sir.” It was Robin, the lobby manager. “Should I send the package in?”He asked.”Do that Robin and please see to it that I am not disturbed for the next ten minutes. Naomi is out for lunch.”
As he read the last report, Ben frowned. The more he read the more his eyes widened. How could it be? His lips pursed into a thin line as he read the last words.
Where was Naomi? He needed to talk to her.
Ben stood up and the room swam. He clutched at the table, trying to steady himself. Queasiness clutched at his innards. His stomach heaved and he stumbled into the bathroom and threw up. Everything that he had eaten came up in stringy gobs. He lay there drained, seeing black spots, unable to move. He clutched at his heart, sweat soaking his shirt. He was being sucked into a black hole of excruciating pain.
The door opened. It was Naomi.
She was smiling.
Mindy stood behind her.
She looked grim.
Ben tried to speak but no sound came.
“Hush!”said Naomi,” I know you found out the last name was mine.”
“Why don’t we tell him all before he breathes his last, Naomi?”
“Poor dear! He has no idea that he has been had by both of us working hand in glove,” clucked Naomi.
“I think the poison is working. Today’s dose has triggered the heart attack we were waiting for.”
“Yes, let us rehearse the last act once more, before the ambulance arrives.”
At school, six year old Stacy waited for her Dad to come pick her up. One by one all her friends left and the hall emptied. Stacy sat on the steps outside the school, forlorn, clutching the card she had made that day. Her small mouth quivered and a sob escaped her as she waited for someone to tell her what to do next.
The above story is my entry for the speakeasy at yeah write #150,this week.The challenge was to (a) write a work of fiction in 750 words or less (mine is 749,including the title) (b) use the following as the last sentence: “She waited for someone to tell her what to do next.” (c) make some sort of reference to the video short The Black Hole (click on the high-lighted title to watch).For more details click on this url http://www.yeahwrite.me/speakeasy/150-open/
Those hideous women they are to kill the poor guy. I didn’t see it coming. Bravo Atreyee!
Ha!ha!Me and my wicked stories,eh Ranu?Thanks buddy for coming by to read-hope you are going to enter too.Just finished writing a rough sketch of 500 words for another site-will fine tune it tomorrow and submit.Will go check what you have posted recently:-)
LOL great storytelling! Too bad he had to eat like a pig…! ;^)
Lol,so right,so he died like one too ;-)Thanks Aisha for coming by to read:-)
I didn’t really have any sympathy for the 2-timing jerk… yet knowing the greedy women conspired to kill him didn’t endear me to them, either. The only one I really felt for was the poor little girl waiting for a ride. So sad!
Hey Janna,sorry had been playing hookey-once again,.so this delay :P.Thanks my dear and yes,I so agree-those 3 were really nasty and as for Stacey,wonder now what will happen to her-hopefully her mother loves her a little? 🙂
Poor Stacy! Great story.
Thank you so much:-)
Oh poor Stacy! It’s always the innocents that are hurt. Great story Atreyee! I was entertained all the way to the end!
Thank you so much Deanna-just finished reading-now catching up with the comments:-)
A sad ending! Was Ben getting what he deserved, or were Mindy and Naomi just vicious? I love that you leave it up in the air.
Thank you so much Esther-glad you liked my spin:-)
Wow, what a story and that poor little girl left waiting. What will become of her?
Ah,that’s a difficult question to answer-hopefully her mom will take care of her?Thank you so much Kathy for coming by to read and for the feedback:-)Loved your’s too
And that’s why you should never cheat on your wife, especially when the woman knows how to contact the wife. Too bad for Stacy, though, the poor girl. I wonder what her mother will tell her. Great story of corporate intrigue, Atreyee!
Ha!ha!You are so funny Eric:-) I was wondering that too-what will she tell her-possibly some fib about him dying of natural causes-evil woman!Thank you so much for reading and for the feedback-have you entered FF-am not getting any time-will hop over tomorrow to check,tc
Yup, I’ve already got an entry for FF. I’ll see you there. 😉
Amazing!Yes,will see you-once I submit,will come by to read your’s:-)Am at dVerse now-trying to catch up on my reading and waiting for an imp mail:-)
No, I didn’t feel too much sympathy for him either, but I love that last paragraph where right at the last second we get to see him through Stacy’s eyes as a loved and loving father. Nice job!
Thank you so much-that’s a lovely way to look at that end:-)
Oh God I didn’t see that coming! Poor Stacy!
So happy that it was not obvious-thank you Nabanita for stopping by to read and comment:-)
The ending did catch me off guard!
A brilliant bit of storytelling
I loved it 🙂
Thank you Shraman-glad it caught you by surprise:-)
Great story, Atreyee! I love the intrigue. And I like the way you switched to Stacy’s point of view at the end. It made all the adults in the story look selfish. Fabulous take on the prompts! 🙂
Aww,thank you Suzanne,so perceptive of you to see that in the ending I wrote :-)Am still going through the posts- then will vote.Some awesome entries-as always-am so glad that I joined your site,am enjoying the cahllenges and the reads,thks again 😀 xx
Aw, poor, poor Stacy. I loved how you switched POVs at the end to tie in the prompt. Really creative!
Thank you so much Christi:-)