But one screen on the wall was playing a replay of a certain surveillance cam footage. I am more than certain it was a replay because the images that appeared on the screen were showing Skye and me. It only means, those videos were taken moments ago, or at least before we got into this office room. “Are you guys dating?” the man asked without turning around to face his guest. His question caught me off guard. I didn’t know what to say. In my understanding, Skye and I had to have the same answer. But we have not rehearsed anything. Any conversation like this or for this one. How can we make sure our words would come out the same? I looked at the screen where the man was looking. And to my surprise, he was looking at the footage where Skye was on my back as we walked to this office. If one would look at the video clip from the surveillance camera, his question earlier was not surprising to come and be asked this way. Still, I waited for Skye to answer the question first. After w

I felt even bolder when his laughter filled my ears. It seemed to me that his words about being lenient and gracious if we do not annoy him. And when he verbally said I can sit wherever I want to, I did not get to hide my smirk as I chose to sit where I can clearly see his face and told the man I was wondering about what he looked like and I saw a man who sounded so gentle was too far different from the face looked. I stared at him. I could see an ugly scar on his face. it almost made a long line of cuts on his face. The skin on the scar had thickened and darkened. The scar had made him look so fierce. Even with his smiling face, he looked scary.Nevertheless, despite that, despite how I was looking at his face so intently, the man did not show any annoyance or anger. His smile remained, and with the same gentle voice, he asked me what my verdict was. I did not make my answer verbal. I just nodded with my eyebrows up in approval. I have learned not to judge a book by its cover and m

Then the screen showed some faces that Goerge Nahart pointed to as people he was not so happy having them in his payroll, but Goerge cannot recklessly move them away without considering an inside war to take place within his built kingdom. “Don’t worry, if you think you might forget them, I will make sure to remind you so you’d know whom to watch your back from, or take them down without anyone knowing about it,” George said when I asked to show those faces one more time again later. The screen turned black for a very concise moment and when it resumed, the images that appeared to our eyes were no longer from the same area. “This one here is the auction room. As you can see, this has become a very different world. I understand that the fad has changed and I admit I do not know how to adjust myself to everything around me, but I am an old fashioned man. I cannot bear to stomach watching people from different races, status in life, and ages, indulge into sexual activities like hungry

Gab’s POVI agreed with Goerge and Almira’s thoughts about Rolan Leblanc being hellbent in taking the forwarding company that they have mentioned. Ever since I could remember, there had been someone to keep pressing and pressuring Marco in running the business. I did not know who it was at first, but I did not cease helping Marco find out who could be the culprit. We have had suspicions, but we all know suspicions and allegations will only be claimed to be true with a solid proof, and more proof would be better. It took us years. Including a few times of cheating on death just to find out we were never wrong on our suspicions. Marco and I would take every single chance that is presented for us to chase whatever lead we get in order to reveal and know who we were fighting against. And as expected, every time we tried to pry or dig deeper, risks were inevitable. But then again, we will only know how to defeat our enemy if we know who we are fighting with and how they fight. We have to

Almira’s POV The moment I saw the two fascinating youngsters, I felt an indescribable warmth more intense than how I felt watching their youthful faces on the screen monitors of the security cameras. I had no way to justify or explain why I would feel such an emotion towards people whom I could practically say were perfect strangers to me. I was annoyed how the delinquent waitress bid her goodbye to the young lady guest that I was receiving in our home’s foyer. But as always, I chose to express my reaction in a positive way by comforting the person being treated poorly. And I am glad that this young lady was wise enough not to stoop down low to that waitress level. I was enjoying her company, although I tried not to show much of my enjoyment for her bubbly personality as she was so vocal, honest and direct to say her thoughts about random things, including her discomfort to walk. This particular request from the young lady solidified a thought I had in mind about her.‘This young