Seventy-Eight

"I finally convinced her to come home, but honestly it's going to take a while before she starts seeing this place as home anymore," Maya said.

Titan nodded. "Thanks for helping me out and keeping your end of the deal."

"So did you get it?"

He held out a package for her. "The latest Christian Dior bag. Only ten people in the world have it." He said with a smile. Maya squealed in delight. "The shoes are a bonus, plus the extra million in your account."

"Thanks, big brother, that's why I love you,"

"Yeah right, I only hear that when material things are involved. So is she upstairs in her bedroom?"

"Yeah, but Titan, are you ever going to tell me what you did or said to her that was so bad, she didn't want you at the funeral, and neither did she want to come back here?"

"Well, I guess you'll learn in due time, for now, you can mind your business, now I've got to work."

"Well, goodnight then,"

Titan went downstairs to the kitchen, to get some fruits from the fridge only to see Oliv