When Eric turns off his car's engine and leans back in his seat with his eyes closed, the massive gate to his garage finally closes. He then tries to take a big breath and remember the day's happenings. Thinking back to his encounter with Jenna in her bedroom, he smiles to himself. "Oh my god, I am such a cunning fool." Gently smacking his palm against his face, he murmurs to himself. "Even with her mother present, I fucking tried to strike a little child like that in her bedroom." With a cool mumble, he shakes his head. "I am so illogical and insane." He mutters, gets out his car keys, and tries to open the door. With a pout, he looks at his baggage that is sitting in the passenger seat next to him. He shrugs. "I'm just gonna leave it there. I will retrieve it at a later time." He murmurs to himself and gets out of the car. He closes the door behind him and hits the button on his electronic car keys, causing the vehicle to beep and locking all of its compartments. Subsequently, he
Fiona is a very determined and obstinate person. She is determined to win Eric over and return to him, and she will not let this opportunity pass her by. She will not accept that he is no longer interested in her. This is her only objective. In her hands, he is a tool and a toy; he has no authority over her. This is something that she has known since they first started dating. She intends to make use of this perceived advantage she possesses over him. Eric, though, is unwilling. He glares at her, snapping his arm away from her."What on earth are you doing here, and what do you want? I really can not handle having you around. Would you kindly go now?" She gives him a small frown in response to his plea."You have no right to tell me how you feel, and we both know that it is not enough." He gives her a ferocious glare."Fiona, just stop this. What on earth are you doing in this place?!" She steps back, frowning at him as he roars into her face."Come on, Eric. darling. You really can
Fiona looks at him, unimpressed by his stubborn demeanor, as he stands in front of her, dodging her stare and indicating the living room's exit with a visibly angry expression on his face. She looks him over with a sharp eyebrow, scoffing and folding her arms. "This is just ridiculous, and I honestly do not know why you are so stubborn. Why, then, the abrupt haughtiness?" Eric is forced to gaze at her in full shock that she is acting as though she has the right to do whatever it is that she is doing when she asks this question. He shakes his head, mockingly. "Well, given what I have seen from the start, I am not shocked. I am not shocked that you are acting in this manner because you lack all common decency. Just give up and let things flow naturally. I demand that you depart immediately." He says, but she keeps folding her arms."And what if I declare that I am staying?" With a moan, Eric turns around and slams his palm firmly on his forehead. "I really can not handle this at thi
She pauses in her tracks, the door still ajar, a good few meters outside the structure. A small smirk plays at her lips, and she closes her eyes. She then steps back into the building to see Eric pause, having moved to go towards the staircase. He looks at her with a grimace as he watches her step back in. Surprised, he stretches his hands as though he is asking her a question. "Yes? How can I help you? Why have you returned so quickly?" He asks, and she gives him a close examination. "You realize that this is a huge, dumb, foolish error that you are making here, don't you?" He had to scowl in response to her question. "I do not give a damn about anything you say at this point. "Please, just get the living hell out of my flat," he says matter-of-factly. She laughs and gives a quick shake of her head. "You realize that you are acting foolishly right now, Eric," Eric grunts and gives her a fierce glance. "Are you not even paying attention to me?" Shaking her head, she scoffs.
Fiona looks at Eric, astonished by what he has just spoken. Everything feels surreal, and she finds it difficult to believe. She scoffed and shook her head. "You are so foolish, Eric. You are so foolish, blind, and dumb that you are not even aware of the stupid, costly error you are currently making." She speaks, causing Eric to grimace slightly where he stands. He simply shrugs. "I honestly do not see a wrong in what I just accomplished. It was one of the smartest moves I ever made." Eric expresses confidence in himself. He knows he needs to do it. With everything going on, he is not prepared to deal with her manipulative tendencies. Jenna is currently at risk, and he must do everything in his power to keep her from discovering anything about Jenna. However, the glance Fiona gives him causes him to shake slightly. He wonders what kind of game she is trying to play right now as she throws him the most glare he has ever seen. She scoffed and shook her head. "I am going to hand i
Eric makes every effort to keep his composure and avoid giving Fiona any clues through his behavior. He understands that he must behave sensibly and avoid acting foolishly in front of her, making a fool of himself in a way that would reassure her that she is unquestionably on the right path. As if to tell her that she is talking gibberish, he just scoffs and waves her away. "What leads you to believe that I have become involved with someone else? Fiona, I am by myself, and I can tell you that I am in the best place I have ever been—alone with myself, living my life, and not having to worry about you to tell me what to do. "You were nothing more than a jail," he utters, drawing a fierce stare from her. "Eric, you are undoubtedly hiding something from me. You can not hide it indefinitely. I will locate it," she declares. Eric simply shakes his head and scoffs, then waves her away. "Fiona, you are talking in parables. To be honest, I have no idea why you have started speaking in thi
Fiona rubs her hands firmly together, a look of contempt on her face as she looks at Jenna's lovely photo on her phone. She quietly says to herself, "He is so silly." For a student in high school, he had to put me out of his mind. Is he paying attention to his choices these days?" She grinds her teeth together and murmurs to herself. She gives a quick shake of her head in an attempt to relax herself, but she is finding it very difficult. Calmly, she states, "This is just craziness, and I am not going to let this pass by." She puts the phone back against her ears after saying to herself in a composed manner. "Do not worry, I will take care of this right away. Give me a few minutes, and I will get your money to you as quickly as I can." The man chuckles, "I know that you do not disappoint, Mrs. Fiona, and I trust you." I was therefore excited and prepared to start working for you as soon as your assistant sent me the information. "You know where to find me for any future tasks, s
For a few moments, Jenna stands in front of the cafeteria, a lot of ideas racing through her mind. She can not squander time because she knows she must complete her task one way or another. She needs to go quickly, but her anxiety gets the better of her. She is experiencing an extreme overload of conflicting feelings. "Will they disregard me? After this, will they stop interacting with me? Will they hold me in contempt?" But she can ignore the ideas and walks into the cafeteria right away, where she sees the three of them seated at a certain table, leaning against it as though they are lost in contemplation. She approaches them and sits down amongst them, and they stare at her, attempting to decipher whatever it is that she might be hiding at the moment. With a sharp swallow, Jenna puts her hands on the table and twiddles her fingers incessantly, trying to figure out where to begin. "We are paying attention." She recoils in her seat when she feels Alex's voice slam hard agai