“I…ah” Damien had no idea of what to say when Zach turned away from him after throwing out his insulting question. He left the door open though and just as Damien was wondering if that was an invitation, the latter turned to him with a snap. “What are you waiting for? An invitation?” Damien quickly entered and he was gobsmacked by what he saw. He couldn’t believe that such a room was in a school building as it was so different from any room he had seen so far. “Look who we have here,” Collins said mockingly as he stood some distance to a dart board, casually throwing red, little darts at the board. He was dressed in all black, his outfit contrasting with the creamy-wine colour of the room accentuated by the low lights. Damien was distracted for a moment as he wondered why the darts were not falling off since they had no visible spike that could make them stick to the board. He turned his head and looked in amazement when he saw a tennis table to another side of the wide room and an

Damien was the first student to leave the class when the closing bell rang that day. Of course, he did not acknowledge the demeaning thought that he was running nor did he acknowledge the booing sounds of his classmates when he closely followed the heels of the geography teacher.He knew they were looking forward to having their type of fun but he was not willing to accommodate them that day.Even Helios amused taunts went unheeded as he hurried out of the school premise before anyone could stop him.Andrea might have intercepted what would have been an exacting punishment for him the day before but Damien knew that he shouldn’t push his luck with the Head Gardener.He already knew his way back to the Macmillans and since he left the school premise on time, he knew that he needed not to take the small car. Not that he had any money with him anyway.Damien did his best to take his mind off what would probably be waiting for him at the school the following day as he power-walked to his

Isabella supposed that the man was so preoccupied with currying favour from her father through her that he didn’t realise the fact that he was doing the job of the lowly people that he deemed inconsequential.Isabella felt tempted to point it out as she nodded regally and smiled briefly as the others came forward to greet her. All of them repeated a different version of what Benthall had said. Isabella wondered what was it that they all wondered from her father this time.She almost blurted out that they shouldn’t bother wasting their breath and bootlicking on her but then she firmly ignored them and turned to the staff who had been relegated to the background a smile.“You are highly welcome, princess” the man at the head of the staff finally said as he stepped forward seeing that attention was directed at him. “I am the manager of….”The man’s voice was droned out when a revving car engine approached. Isabella turned back to see a sleek white sports car parked and a young man came o

Leticia looked at Damien again, and tilted her head “It depends on my mood and your attitude during my stay. On the other hand, why should I? Come, drive me to the house. I craved the walk moments ago but not anymore” she said as he went to her daughter’s car.“You are leaving soon, aren’t you?” Sybil asked, distracted for a moment as she looked at her mother who only shrugged and climbed into the car. “Of course, you are” she answered herself then gave Damien a deadly glare. “What are you gawking at, freak? You better don’t get comfortable because I will make sure that you leave!”She spat at Damien before she moved towards the car.“You said it depends on my attitude, right?” Damien heard her say as she entered the car. “You had better don’t …”Her voice faded as she drove past.Damien had no idea what to think of Sybil's mum’s attitude. Was he about to be sent away? Will Aliamin be in trouble? Will the butler be scolded because of him?Uncertain of what his fate will be before the

“You can start talking” Butler Shawn’s voice was heard as he entered the office. Damien could see that the room was more like a mini library as he caught a glimpse of shelves and shelves of books before the door shut. He did not know what to make of HG Salem’s last look before he entered the butler’s office but he knew that it couldn’t be something good. What should I do? He thought to himself in anxiety as he saw the men with him discussing about how he was a goner for sure. “I did not do it” he repeated for the umpteenth time and the one that met him at the garden scoffed. “You really believe that anyone would be stupid enough to believe that? Who else would be stupid enough to destroy something so precious to madam except you, the stupid newcomer?” “I know, right?” the other man said in agreement with the one that was talking. “Crazy expensive too!” he said with a near shout. “Even if I was given ten livers at once, I would never dare to go close to those flowers not to talk