Damien wss back in his room. Standing by the large glass which aided the perfect view of the fountain which was few yards away from his block. He should be enjoying the beauty and the serenity. He should be enjoying the view but his heart was troubled.He had a cup of hot turned warm coffee in his hand. He hadn't even taken a sip. His mind was a track star, racing every corners and thoughts.He walked away from the view and took gentle steps towards the spacious living room. He hadn't really have the time to admire the beauty of the arrangement and several other things. He didn't have the time. Not now."How could that happen? It doesn't make any sense."He was reluctant to sit. It didn't seem like the most anticipated task that he wished to complete."Of course I activated the invisible gait. But how did she see me? She wasn't supposed to see me. No one was."He took in a deep breath. That didn't help. He shook his head softly. He looked to his left. There was a painting, an art hang

"You were about ten minutes late. We all had something to do, sir. I'm just saying, that we deserve an explanation."Damien knew already that the men were going yo say something. He had watched them look from one person ro the other. He had waited for one of them to man up, and finally one did. It was quite a bother to think that the men couldn't speak up when the person in question is a young boy. He made sure to pick each of the men in his gaze. Finally his gaze dropped on Denzel, Marcot jnr. He had invited the lad to join them in the meeting. The boy had been stunned when Damien invited him. Not even a minister could be invited to the board meeting of BMX group, but a young boy was? Even if he was the son of one of the members, that was nothing close to a qualification."And we would love also to know why you invited Denzel to join us in today's meeting. Its against protocol. As much as we know and agree that an owner could do whatever he wants with his firm, yet I guess we deser

"Denzel... Denzel!! How dare you do this to us?""How dare you do this to your father?"Denzel slammed the door in the face of the men who were trying to fight their way out. The lad didn't for once hesitate before carrying out the task. As soon as he slammed the door, he walked away. The men kept complaining, grumbling amongst themselves as though they were some kids. After a little time, there was silence. The peace and quiet was quite defeaning. They could do nothing but look from person to the other. There were stools with leathered tops scattered around the large spacesof the detention Hall. "Who could imagine that I would ever be in the detention hall?! A whole me... the terror of my community."A white haired man grunted, kicking at one of the stools. None of the men paid attention to him. It was as though he was doing the most and pretending as though he was the only one going through the mess. One after the other, the men walked towards the stools, one man claiming a st

"Is it really you?"Her gaze was tender. Her face soft, eyes pure. The dark shades which corrupted her innocent face at the rage had faded away instantly. Damien couldn't help but look away from her eyes, down her nose to those well chiseled pink lips of hers. He could had kissed her immediately if Elisa wasn't there. He could had done what he did that day back in the woods. Leave in her utter confusion. He could had done all that. But he didn't think that as the best option. If he kept staring at those fine lips, he might lose control. He's quite the gigolo, but knew how to play his cards too. He nodded to her question, looking from her lips back to her searching eyes. "I mean, how... why... what are you doing here...? With this..."She didn't even look back let alone complete the sentence. It seemed like she was scared to break an eye contact with him. She was acting as though if she looked away from him just a second, he might vanish into thin air and she wouldn't see him agai

Evelyn pushed the door to the girls' open. She walked to one of the couches and dropped into it facedown, bawling her eyes out. She started quietly, slowly sniffling and holding it back in. But suddenly, she lost the will to hold it in and let it all out. Crying so loudly. So loudly that the girls couldn't ignore. "Evelyn what's wrong?"Mira was the first to pay attention. She walked to her. She tried to roll her over but Evelyn would not. "Girls..."Mira called and one after the other the girls started coming out. Some had towels on, some earbuds, some eating snacks. They were getting back in shapes. Their faces getting fresher, their skins clearer. The atmosphere of the environment as well as the conditioned well treated air in the apartment wss doing wonders. Defining their skin tones. They looked less stressed also. Only if they knew who was responsible for their wellbeing. Only if they knew who was paying for all their expenses. Only if they!"What's this about?"Tendzel spok