Cursed Love

          She was gone. Impossible. How could she just be gone? Moar searched her apartment unable to believe it was empty. Nothing was left there. How could Aria just leave? Didn’t she understand she was their heart? Without her, what was left? Nothing.“Did she tell you anything?” Mest said as he leaned against the door frame of Aria’s empty bedroom.“Nothing,” Moar said, which made it harder for him to process what he was seeing. Aria always told him everything ever since th

 Moar sat in his seat as his plane descended into the Hong Kong International Airport. He was there for business. It was always business with him. A little sad really. His entire life revolved around work. Against all his high ideas and plans, Moar had turned into the one thing he hated the most: every member of his family. It was all about the money to them. Smooze and woe clients, destroy the little guy and rule the corporate world. The Lights have managed to do this, and now they were moving on to the political sector. Moar’s older brother, Simon, was running for congress in New York State. This left complete control over Light International to Moar.

             Stupid Bash Brolin. What made him think he could just call and Mest would give a crap about whatever stupid shit Flynn Sylvan got himself into. He already tried to talk someone off the ledge before and failed, he wasn’t going to be bothered to do so again. Mest returned to the piles of paper on his desk. He was working on a high-profile case. One for a man who loved to carve up women. The man was guilty, but Mest didn’t care. All he cared about was winning. He could have gone into business law like his brothers had, like his father and uncles had, but something about criminal law spoke to the darker part of Mest. He didn’t care about what his clients did, all he cared

         Another day doing the same old routine. Aria had just clocked in and changed into her uniform. Mary was chattering away about some more nonsense that Aria was pretty sure never happened. Today’s tale was about how she had gone to a club and met a man who looked like a Greek god. Blah, blah, blah. Same old story. Stories about meeting famous people like it was the most amazing thing ever, but Aria never really cared about whoever Mary thought was amazing. She talked about meeting businessmen, like the CEO of BMW and the ambassador of Australia. Like really, who cared? Aria didn’t. She just wanted to get done with work and go home. An expanding world that included other people wasn’t something Aria desired nor deserved.