"What do you have to say about the article and the pictures of you flying around on the Internet?"One of the reporters asked from amongst the ocean of reporters who were flashing lights at her, waiting for her to answer their questions. Mia stared at the reporter who had asked the question then plucked her gaze. As soon as she looked away, she leaned forward towards the mic and spoke into it,"Could someone ask that same question in a more thoughtful way?"She asked. Her dismissal of the lady reporter who had asked question earlier quickly built a sort of an argument which didn't last long. As many reporters flashed lights, concentrating the camera on her, some were struggling to have their voices head. Out of the blue she pointed at a young man who didn't push amongst the rest. The man was actually shocked to had been picked by her. It was as though he was not expecting the call. The man slowly got up on his feet. He looked slowly around. It was as though he was shy or reserved.

"You should call her boss."Villian insisted. He was driving into the lone street which led to the only building at the end of the street, the MANGRID tower. "She deserves an explanation."Villian added. "I have agreed with you on so many arguments and occasions, but this time I'm not with you. I think it'll be only best if you call and tell her why you said that to the media."Villain kept on the argument as though he would be rewarded if he kept on with it. Alves on the other hand didn't not even make a sound, let alone provide an answer. As Villian drove to the gate which opened before them, he drove into the compound and pulled over at the open space garage. As soon as he pulled over, he stepped out of the car and jumped down to go get the door for his boss. Alves didn't make an attempt to help himself out this time. He got the door and Alves stepped out. As Alves stepped out, Villian was back on the argument, "You should boss. It would only make sense if she knows why you d

Simeon staggered back after dropping the phone, falling to his back because there was nothing to hold him up from behind. Michael was still standing where he was. He seemed to had been smitten by the shock which came with the news. Then all of a sudden, Simeon bursted out into a wild laugh. Not just any type of laugh, but a serious one. Such type of laughs that bring out tear streaming from the eyes of a person. Michael who had been shocked by the news was more than perplexed. He didn't know how to react to the sudden change which had taken over his brother. It might be safe to say that his brother might have lost a screw in his head or perhaps the news had done something wrong to him. Michael was still reaching out his hand, trying to sort the words out. Trying to choose what to say to his younger brother who had suddenly become someone else in the blink of an eye. Michael was going to speak when Simeon beat him to it. "Oh Michael... don't kill. Please don't kill me Michael."H

Startled to the end of their wits, the Casper family watched as Alves walked away from them. "Did he just say he put out the article?"Simeon asked his elder brother. "That's what I heard. If you heard the same thing, then ---"Michael walked out of the living, walking briskly to catch up with Alves who had just left. "We will be back for you..."Simeon threw at madam before turning to go join his elder brother. "You keep an eye on her."He said to Gareth then followed Michael. "Where do you think you are going?"Michael called at Alves who was approaching the gate of the Casper mansion. He was walking on foot towards the gate. Alves stopped walking for a while. But he didn't turn yet. He kept the position where he was and kept his frame positioned in the direction of the gate. The gateman was standing beside him too. It seemed as though he had instructed the gateman not to leave. "Do you really think you can walk into the lions den and go scot free without bathing in thick bl

"His excellency, we have the man. We are driving to the agreed location as we speak."The voice over the speaker came. But the Prime Minister didn't know what to say. He was reluctant to say the words. His eyes were glued to the TV screen which was a distance away from him and Madam Casper. The both of them had just watched with mouth agape as Alves led the gateman into the press Hall to give the speech. And now, someone was calling him, the P.M., telling him that they have the man. "What man are you talking about?"The P.M. finally found his voice. His eyes were glued to the TV screen, yet it was obvious that his attention was on whoever was speaking with him over the phone. He didn't have the luxury of time to check out the reaction of Madam Casper. He seemed to be caught up in his own worries too. He needed someone to bail him out of the bars of confusion which he had just been hurled into. "The man whom you sent us to retrieve. Sarah Casper's gateman."The man argued over the