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and thank you for thinking I own it.
A White Rose by: Red Potato
A White Rose
Part One
The winds gallantly sweep through the morning grass. The mountain dews
lies beneath the soft red petals of fragile roses in the garden.
Robins and cardinals chirp through the calm air, signaling the first
of spring. The warming sun shone in the glass window of the room.
Inside the delicate wall of the house, there lies a large Victorian
bed, silk drapes hanging from the carved oak posts. Marble stones
for the floor, a room fit for royal members of the Gassieur Kingdom.
Yet, it wasn't. It was just the house Darien Terrence lived in ever
since his successful career started. Darien Terrence was the proud
CEO of Chiba Corporate; the multi-million dollars financial company.
His alarm rang, but that didn't bother him, his friend Andrew was his
alarm, always the same consistence routine everyday.
Five. Four. Three. Two .One
Ding Dong. 'Right on time, what a buddy', Darien thought and
chuckled to him. The opening of the door could be heard and
Mrs. Rose, Darien loyal maid, voice spoke in a gentle sound. "Good
morning Mr. Francis."
"Good morning Betty. How are you this morning?" Andrew Francis
said.
"Pretty well, Mr. Terrence is still sleeping. He's expecting you
as always." Mrs. Rose replied. Andrew walks up the long spiral stair
and into the master bedroom. "Wake up Mr. Most-eligible bachelor
of the year," Andrew said then walks over to the window to open the
drapes.
"What are you talking about?" Darien asked in a sleepy voice.
"Haven't you heard?" and with that, Andrew open up the morning
newspaper, he reads, "Darien Terrence, owner of Chiba Corporate has
been announced for the most eligible bachelor of the year. Don't
worry ladies, he's not taken and would certainly take a date. The
only problem is that Mr. Terrence has a reputation for being quite
a heartbreaker."
"Who knew," was all Darien say as he got up to dress for work.
"I'll wait for you downstairs," said Andrew, "oh and by the way
Dare."
"What Andrew?"
"Look out for the hurricanes of shallow girls outside of your door."
Andrew say then left, grinning to his self. 'He need to start settling
down. I'm so glad I have a wife. Need to buys Rita some flowers and
chocolate after work; she hasn't receives them in the longest of
time.'
Darien got up from the black silk sheets he wraps himself in
overnight. 'Today is a brand new day, and today is the day I'm
breaking it off with Beryl. Thank God, I don't know what I was
thinking asking that woman of the devil.' It took Darien long enough
to shower and brush his teeth. He then puts on an Armani Suit which
seem like the suit was made just for him. It enhances his broad
shoulders and towering built. With a sleek navy blue tie that goes
with his white shirt and black business suit, he grabs his suitcase
and head down stair, eager for the day to begin. As he walks
down, he took his hand and runs it through his jet black hair. It
was amazing how with just that one swift, any females would
fall head over him. For one thing, his face was clearly defines and
shape into a handsome figure. His piercing ocean blue eyes fit
well into the description of a god. Like a god, he is also built
like one. Muscular and tall, it's a wonder why the guy hasn't
settle down yet, so young, so 27.
Andrew and Darien grab a to-go breakfast by Mrs. Rose, but before
they could step out the back door, for security and well being reason,
Mrs. Rose stops them. "By the way, Mr. Terrence,"
"Yes Mrs. Rose?"
"You do know that my niece is coming to visit me tonight right?"
"Yes, Mrs. Rose I do. It would be my pleasure if you took a day off
to spend time with her." He smiles.
"Thank you Mr. Terrence, and could…"
"No need to say more Mrs. Rose, your niece would be more then welcome
to stay here."
"Thank you Sir."
"No need Mrs. Rose, you well very deserve it and more for putting up with me. Now
if you don't have anything else, I have a company to run.
Good Day Mrs. Rose, say hi to you niece for me." With that he left,
with a left-out Andrew by his side. "Whoa, did I just hear what I
did, that you were being nice?" Ask a curious Andrew.
"Cut it out Drew, you know I'm very capable of being nice. I'm only
nice to dear friends and family. You, my friend, are crossing that
road between annoying friend and a reporter," was Darien replied.
"I know very well Darien. You don't need to remind me. It's a once
in a while thing. No need to overreact on this."
They left in a practical car, meaning, they left in a beautiful silver
convertible BMW and head straight for work. Darien wasn't expecting any
unpredictable event today, for today was Monday and Monday are supposed
to be uneventful. Except, the only thing he could think of that was
eventfully was the fact that he is going to break up with Beryl Hammond.
'Beryl Hammond, it's been only about two weeks since they first went out. S
he not only was rude, but very conceited and a woman of power. Let face it
Terrence, the only reason why you went out with her was you that she was
you, only in a more curvy form.' Darien thought to himself and the ride
remains silent until they arrive at work; a bliss for young Darien.
"What's on your agenda Andrew?" ask Darien.
"It's the same as always. I believe your agenda consist of breaking u
p with someone, I assume Darien?"
"You know me too well Andrew. Do you suppose I'm making a right
decision with this?"
"In a relationship, old pal, you never made a decision except
for where the dinner should take place and what time the evening end.
I worry that your parents shall never see any grandchildren."
"Don't worry about me; I'm perfectly content with my love life.
Beside, it's hard to find the right girl for me. She has to be sweet,
kind, gentle, and above all, innocent. Right now there seem to be no
one I have met that is like that. I just hope she hasn't passes by my
life yet." As soon as he finished that sentence, a young brunette
passes by him. He and Andrew look at each other with a weird eye.
"Well, speak of the devil," said Andrew, "better hurry up and catch
her Dare, she might be the one." He says laughing.
"Not funny buddy, not funny at all." Darien enters the main
building and steps into the elevator. Just when the doors was about to
slide in together, a young female voice could be heard, "Wait, wait, oh,
hold that elevator please!" she yelled.
Distinctly, Darien held his hand out to stall the elevator doors.
The young woman got in. "Thank you kindly sir," she said graciously.
"You're quite welcome. What floor?"
"34th floor"
"Look like we'll be heading off on the same floor." Darien observe
the petite blonde, she seem young, about her mid 20's or so. Before he
could finish observing her, the elevator door made a "ding" noise. He got
back to reality and gesture to her to go first. She smiles at him signaling
a thank you. He got off the steel elevator and heads for his largely done
office. Suddenly, a cacophony noise screech into his ear. "Darien! Darling!
You must come with me to lunch today. I have found a fabulous restaurant.
It is called Lita's Rendezvous. The critics have been raving about it!"
cried the infamous Beryl Hammond.
"Yes, about that Beryl, it seems that I won't be making it today,"
replied Darien, he continues, but before he could that, Beryl have steps in.
"Well, I'm sure we can reschedule sometime, perhaps tomorrow?"
"That's just it. I won't be making it either, ever."
"What are you saying, are you breaking up with me?"
"I'm terribly sorry Beryl, but it seems we don't have much of a future
together."
"Do you think you could just break it off with me like that? Do you
realize who I am Darien Terrence.? I'm Beryl Hammond! I don't get treated like this!"
she screams at the top of her lungs. People started looking at the couple, or soon to
be ex-couple.
"I've realizes I may have lead you on anyway Beryl, but my decision is
final. I'm sorry, but I can't keep my clients waiting for me; Good-day
Miss. Hammond. Maybe we can be friends?"
"Friends, what in the world are you talking about? I won't have to w
orry about that Darien, you'll come back running to me, and you just wait."
"Let it go Beryl, it's not healthy acting this way. It's over." With that,
Darien walks away, with a smile on his face. He was finally free of that needy
woman. Beryl, on the other hand was just about fuming. 'Maybe I will try out
that restaurant she recommends. Something that came out of our so-called
relationship,' he thought to himself. The young bachelor walks down the
long corridor hall and arrived at his office to find 3 men waiting for him.
"Ah, hello Mr. Fushiyo, Mr. Mikhail, Mr. Lesons, I'm so sorry for keeping
you waiting. I had a little problem this morning."
"Good morning Mr. Terrence. We were aware of your little problem," Mr. Fushiyo
said, "in fact, I believe everyone from the 19th floor to the 34th floor was
aware of it," he said chuckling.
"It was quite all right, I didn't mind the views. Quite a view you have,"
Mr. Lesons added to be includes in the conversation.
"Let get to business shall we Mr. Terrence?" asked Mr. Mikhail, who
was a very strict man.
"Yes, lets," answers Darien, "please, call me Darien. I don't like
being formal. Let me start off by saying your investments with Chiba Corporate h
as been a wise one," he said as he walks to his desk and types in basic information.
"Oh Mr. Terr… Darien? How so?" asked a curious Mr. Lesons.
"For starters, your company just made $357,890 so far this morning, and
the stock is climbing up. According to my calculation, your company will end up
with one million dollars by the end of the day; that is if I have something to do
with it. Say, should we sign up another agreement gentlemen?"
Darien's eyes look confidence, he was sure that the three men in his
seat were going to give in. After all, who wouldn't want a cool million
dollars? The three bewildered men look at each other; they would have to
be crazy not to sign another deal. The leader, Mr. Fushiyo begin to speaks,
"Darien, you are right, we did make a wise investment in your company," a
smile form on Darien's face. Darien was sure his company would have at
least 35% of the contact deal.
"Great to see you agree with me Mr. Fushiyo, you won't regret
it. Now, about the agreement, I say it would be fair of me to get at
least 35% of the money you invest in?" Suddenly, the three men did
not look so happy, they look quite outrageous.
"35 percent? Are you crazy!" yell the strict Mr. Mikhail.
"Mr. Terrence, I believe that is a little bit too much," said the
quite temper, Mr. Lesons. Mr. Fushiyo, being the leader of the pact of
businessmen looks at Darien in the eyes. The eyes tell that Darien will
not step down with the deal. He signals his teammates to talk to them.
"If you excuse me, along with my men, Darien, we would like to talk about
this." Darien nodded. Darien waited, he knew it wasn't going to be long
until they come back and set up the deal. This was too easy, he was a
great businessman, his parents would be proud, his friends would be
proud and jealous; he is the greatest of all businessmen alive! He
thought to himself, 'what a huge ego I have come to process.'
A moment or two later, the three businessmen had sit down. "You
are hard to deal with Mr. Terrence, but if you can give our company one
million by the end of the day, and you keep your words, the deal is close.
I believe if we start now, we should be done by noon," Mr. Fushiyo
spokes. "Great, after this, shall I take you gentlemen out to celebrate?
I'll pay," he joked.
"That is quite generous of you Darien, but I believe we have other
business to take care of; perhaps, another time?" Mr. Lesons said. "Of
course, Mr. Lesons, another time will be just fine," comment Darien, who
was quite happy that they refuse the proposal. He needed some time alone.
The four tailor suit men set out to work, and poor Ms. Leonard was running
back and forth, getting papers to print, files to copies, and water to be
serve. It was no mystery why her hairs are getting grayer each day. Darien
notices this and he gave himself a mental note to buy Ms. Leonard some fresh
flowers, daisies, lilies, and some roses for her. The men work hard, arguing
about how the way the deal should set up. Mr. Lesons and Mr. Mikhail were the
most disagreeing couple yet. 'They seems good friends though,' thought Darien,
and he left it that; not trying to get between the two old friends. Before
they all know it, they were finish and the clock just sprang up to 1: 23 P.M.
"Gentlemen, it was pleasures dealing with you, please, don't think that
a mere 35 percent should stand in the way of a good business deal. Let me walk
you all out," Darien spoke.
"Of course not Mr. Terrence, I mean Darien. We should continue doing
business; it was a pleasure. We do hope Bryan & Alan Company will be seeing
drastic result soon," Mr. Fushiyo replies back.
"You don't need to walk us out Darien, we do know the way. Good day
Darien!" Mr. Mikhail said. With that, the gentlemen left. As Darien turns
around, his stomach growl at him. He left a note for Ms. Leonard of some a
ppointments coming soon and left the building of Chiba Corporate.
I know, I'm crazy for starting a new story...but rest assure my fans who have
read "A Servant Girl" that is the story that is on my first pripority list. I had a writer block on Servant Girl so I started on this. So look for it next week, but for this story, I'm not sure. Send feedbacks!
Red Potato
and thank you for thinking I own it.
A White Rose by: Red Potato
A White Rose
Part One
The winds gallantly sweep through the morning grass. The mountain dews
lies beneath the soft red petals of fragile roses in the garden.
Robins and cardinals chirp through the calm air, signaling the first
of spring. The warming sun shone in the glass window of the room.
Inside the delicate wall of the house, there lies a large Victorian
bed, silk drapes hanging from the carved oak posts. Marble stones
for the floor, a room fit for royal members of the Gassieur Kingdom.
Yet, it wasn't. It was just the house Darien Terrence lived in ever
since his successful career started. Darien Terrence was the proud
CEO of Chiba Corporate; the multi-million dollars financial company.
His alarm rang, but that didn't bother him, his friend Andrew was his
alarm, always the same consistence routine everyday.
Five. Four. Three. Two .One
Ding Dong. 'Right on time, what a buddy', Darien thought and
chuckled to him. The opening of the door could be heard and
Mrs. Rose, Darien loyal maid, voice spoke in a gentle sound. "Good
morning Mr. Francis."
"Good morning Betty. How are you this morning?" Andrew Francis
said.
"Pretty well, Mr. Terrence is still sleeping. He's expecting you
as always." Mrs. Rose replied. Andrew walks up the long spiral stair
and into the master bedroom. "Wake up Mr. Most-eligible bachelor
of the year," Andrew said then walks over to the window to open the
drapes.
"What are you talking about?" Darien asked in a sleepy voice.
"Haven't you heard?" and with that, Andrew open up the morning
newspaper, he reads, "Darien Terrence, owner of Chiba Corporate has
been announced for the most eligible bachelor of the year. Don't
worry ladies, he's not taken and would certainly take a date. The
only problem is that Mr. Terrence has a reputation for being quite
a heartbreaker."
"Who knew," was all Darien say as he got up to dress for work.
"I'll wait for you downstairs," said Andrew, "oh and by the way
Dare."
"What Andrew?"
"Look out for the hurricanes of shallow girls outside of your door."
Andrew say then left, grinning to his self. 'He need to start settling
down. I'm so glad I have a wife. Need to buys Rita some flowers and
chocolate after work; she hasn't receives them in the longest of
time.'
Darien got up from the black silk sheets he wraps himself in
overnight. 'Today is a brand new day, and today is the day I'm
breaking it off with Beryl. Thank God, I don't know what I was
thinking asking that woman of the devil.' It took Darien long enough
to shower and brush his teeth. He then puts on an Armani Suit which
seem like the suit was made just for him. It enhances his broad
shoulders and towering built. With a sleek navy blue tie that goes
with his white shirt and black business suit, he grabs his suitcase
and head down stair, eager for the day to begin. As he walks
down, he took his hand and runs it through his jet black hair. It
was amazing how with just that one swift, any females would
fall head over him. For one thing, his face was clearly defines and
shape into a handsome figure. His piercing ocean blue eyes fit
well into the description of a god. Like a god, he is also built
like one. Muscular and tall, it's a wonder why the guy hasn't
settle down yet, so young, so 27.
Andrew and Darien grab a to-go breakfast by Mrs. Rose, but before
they could step out the back door, for security and well being reason,
Mrs. Rose stops them. "By the way, Mr. Terrence,"
"Yes Mrs. Rose?"
"You do know that my niece is coming to visit me tonight right?"
"Yes, Mrs. Rose I do. It would be my pleasure if you took a day off
to spend time with her." He smiles.
"Thank you Mr. Terrence, and could…"
"No need to say more Mrs. Rose, your niece would be more then welcome
to stay here."
"Thank you Sir."
"No need Mrs. Rose, you well very deserve it and more for putting up with me. Now
if you don't have anything else, I have a company to run.
Good Day Mrs. Rose, say hi to you niece for me." With that he left,
with a left-out Andrew by his side. "Whoa, did I just hear what I
did, that you were being nice?" Ask a curious Andrew.
"Cut it out Drew, you know I'm very capable of being nice. I'm only
nice to dear friends and family. You, my friend, are crossing that
road between annoying friend and a reporter," was Darien replied.
"I know very well Darien. You don't need to remind me. It's a once
in a while thing. No need to overreact on this."
They left in a practical car, meaning, they left in a beautiful silver
convertible BMW and head straight for work. Darien wasn't expecting any
unpredictable event today, for today was Monday and Monday are supposed
to be uneventful. Except, the only thing he could think of that was
eventfully was the fact that he is going to break up with Beryl Hammond.
'Beryl Hammond, it's been only about two weeks since they first went out. S
he not only was rude, but very conceited and a woman of power. Let face it
Terrence, the only reason why you went out with her was you that she was
you, only in a more curvy form.' Darien thought to himself and the ride
remains silent until they arrive at work; a bliss for young Darien.
"What's on your agenda Andrew?" ask Darien.
"It's the same as always. I believe your agenda consist of breaking u
p with someone, I assume Darien?"
"You know me too well Andrew. Do you suppose I'm making a right
decision with this?"
"In a relationship, old pal, you never made a decision except
for where the dinner should take place and what time the evening end.
I worry that your parents shall never see any grandchildren."
"Don't worry about me; I'm perfectly content with my love life.
Beside, it's hard to find the right girl for me. She has to be sweet,
kind, gentle, and above all, innocent. Right now there seem to be no
one I have met that is like that. I just hope she hasn't passes by my
life yet." As soon as he finished that sentence, a young brunette
passes by him. He and Andrew look at each other with a weird eye.
"Well, speak of the devil," said Andrew, "better hurry up and catch
her Dare, she might be the one." He says laughing.
"Not funny buddy, not funny at all." Darien enters the main
building and steps into the elevator. Just when the doors was about to
slide in together, a young female voice could be heard, "Wait, wait, oh,
hold that elevator please!" she yelled.
Distinctly, Darien held his hand out to stall the elevator doors.
The young woman got in. "Thank you kindly sir," she said graciously.
"You're quite welcome. What floor?"
"34th floor"
"Look like we'll be heading off on the same floor." Darien observe
the petite blonde, she seem young, about her mid 20's or so. Before he
could finish observing her, the elevator door made a "ding" noise. He got
back to reality and gesture to her to go first. She smiles at him signaling
a thank you. He got off the steel elevator and heads for his largely done
office. Suddenly, a cacophony noise screech into his ear. "Darien! Darling!
You must come with me to lunch today. I have found a fabulous restaurant.
It is called Lita's Rendezvous. The critics have been raving about it!"
cried the infamous Beryl Hammond.
"Yes, about that Beryl, it seems that I won't be making it today,"
replied Darien, he continues, but before he could that, Beryl have steps in.
"Well, I'm sure we can reschedule sometime, perhaps tomorrow?"
"That's just it. I won't be making it either, ever."
"What are you saying, are you breaking up with me?"
"I'm terribly sorry Beryl, but it seems we don't have much of a future
together."
"Do you think you could just break it off with me like that? Do you
realize who I am Darien Terrence.? I'm Beryl Hammond! I don't get treated like this!"
she screams at the top of her lungs. People started looking at the couple, or soon to
be ex-couple.
"I've realizes I may have lead you on anyway Beryl, but my decision is
final. I'm sorry, but I can't keep my clients waiting for me; Good-day
Miss. Hammond. Maybe we can be friends?"
"Friends, what in the world are you talking about? I won't have to w
orry about that Darien, you'll come back running to me, and you just wait."
"Let it go Beryl, it's not healthy acting this way. It's over." With that,
Darien walks away, with a smile on his face. He was finally free of that needy
woman. Beryl, on the other hand was just about fuming. 'Maybe I will try out
that restaurant she recommends. Something that came out of our so-called
relationship,' he thought to himself. The young bachelor walks down the
long corridor hall and arrived at his office to find 3 men waiting for him.
"Ah, hello Mr. Fushiyo, Mr. Mikhail, Mr. Lesons, I'm so sorry for keeping
you waiting. I had a little problem this morning."
"Good morning Mr. Terrence. We were aware of your little problem," Mr. Fushiyo
said, "in fact, I believe everyone from the 19th floor to the 34th floor was
aware of it," he said chuckling.
"It was quite all right, I didn't mind the views. Quite a view you have,"
Mr. Lesons added to be includes in the conversation.
"Let get to business shall we Mr. Terrence?" asked Mr. Mikhail, who
was a very strict man.
"Yes, lets," answers Darien, "please, call me Darien. I don't like
being formal. Let me start off by saying your investments with Chiba Corporate h
as been a wise one," he said as he walks to his desk and types in basic information.
"Oh Mr. Terr… Darien? How so?" asked a curious Mr. Lesons.
"For starters, your company just made $357,890 so far this morning, and
the stock is climbing up. According to my calculation, your company will end up
with one million dollars by the end of the day; that is if I have something to do
with it. Say, should we sign up another agreement gentlemen?"
Darien's eyes look confidence, he was sure that the three men in his
seat were going to give in. After all, who wouldn't want a cool million
dollars? The three bewildered men look at each other; they would have to
be crazy not to sign another deal. The leader, Mr. Fushiyo begin to speaks,
"Darien, you are right, we did make a wise investment in your company," a
smile form on Darien's face. Darien was sure his company would have at
least 35% of the contact deal.
"Great to see you agree with me Mr. Fushiyo, you won't regret
it. Now, about the agreement, I say it would be fair of me to get at
least 35% of the money you invest in?" Suddenly, the three men did
not look so happy, they look quite outrageous.
"35 percent? Are you crazy!" yell the strict Mr. Mikhail.
"Mr. Terrence, I believe that is a little bit too much," said the
quite temper, Mr. Lesons. Mr. Fushiyo, being the leader of the pact of
businessmen looks at Darien in the eyes. The eyes tell that Darien will
not step down with the deal. He signals his teammates to talk to them.
"If you excuse me, along with my men, Darien, we would like to talk about
this." Darien nodded. Darien waited, he knew it wasn't going to be long
until they come back and set up the deal. This was too easy, he was a
great businessman, his parents would be proud, his friends would be
proud and jealous; he is the greatest of all businessmen alive! He
thought to himself, 'what a huge ego I have come to process.'
A moment or two later, the three businessmen had sit down. "You
are hard to deal with Mr. Terrence, but if you can give our company one
million by the end of the day, and you keep your words, the deal is close.
I believe if we start now, we should be done by noon," Mr. Fushiyo
spokes. "Great, after this, shall I take you gentlemen out to celebrate?
I'll pay," he joked.
"That is quite generous of you Darien, but I believe we have other
business to take care of; perhaps, another time?" Mr. Lesons said. "Of
course, Mr. Lesons, another time will be just fine," comment Darien, who
was quite happy that they refuse the proposal. He needed some time alone.
The four tailor suit men set out to work, and poor Ms. Leonard was running
back and forth, getting papers to print, files to copies, and water to be
serve. It was no mystery why her hairs are getting grayer each day. Darien
notices this and he gave himself a mental note to buy Ms. Leonard some fresh
flowers, daisies, lilies, and some roses for her. The men work hard, arguing
about how the way the deal should set up. Mr. Lesons and Mr. Mikhail were the
most disagreeing couple yet. 'They seems good friends though,' thought Darien,
and he left it that; not trying to get between the two old friends. Before
they all know it, they were finish and the clock just sprang up to 1: 23 P.M.
"Gentlemen, it was pleasures dealing with you, please, don't think that
a mere 35 percent should stand in the way of a good business deal. Let me walk
you all out," Darien spoke.
"Of course not Mr. Terrence, I mean Darien. We should continue doing
business; it was a pleasure. We do hope Bryan & Alan Company will be seeing
drastic result soon," Mr. Fushiyo replies back.
"You don't need to walk us out Darien, we do know the way. Good day
Darien!" Mr. Mikhail said. With that, the gentlemen left. As Darien turns
around, his stomach growl at him. He left a note for Ms. Leonard of some a
ppointments coming soon and left the building of Chiba Corporate.
I know, I'm crazy for starting a new story...but rest assure my fans who have
read "A Servant Girl" that is the story that is on my first pripority list. I had a writer block on Servant Girl so I started on this. So look for it next week, but for this story, I'm not sure. Send feedbacks!
Red Potato