Davide looked at Mr Lee enigmatically. He didn't know what Mr Lee expected him to say nor did he know what he wanted to say. All he was feeling was his heart pounding against his chest. One could say that he was overreacting but Davide thought otherwise. He hadn't realized this until he found himself in this minute, looking at Mr Lee numbly, the realization dawned on him that he had regarded Mr Lee as a friend. He had thought that the doubts he had about him had drowned that feeling but the heaviness in his heart was proof that it wasnt so.His throat was dry, he swallowed but there was nothing to swallow, *what do you mean?"Mr Lee on the other hand was quiet. They both had been quietly staring at each other, they both had words swarming their minds. The buzzing was loud, however, Mr Lee could hear his own thoughts despite it. However, it was quite contrary for Davide.He was drowned by those words, those questions, they were stinging him, he had nowhere tk run, he had no escape jus

  Beatrice had been traumatized by what she had seen in her daughter's room. It had been so bad that she needed more blood than she usually did. She was worried, thinking about what Avery could've gotten herself into. She had thought she brought up Avery to be a woman of power and legality, she made sure she gave Avery the best, even though she had been a horrible mother, she still had to give herself some credit.  But as it seemed, she was more of a bad mother than she thought. She had made her daughter into this, she pushed the only person that could have brought out the best in Avery out of her life just because she had been jealous and now, she had this life. "Mom?"  Beatrice glanced at the direction that voice came from. On seeing her daughter, all that she had been thinking came to a temporary pause. She smiled. "What are you doing here?" Beatrice asked.

Avery was sitting on her bed going through the paper that made Beatrice lose her mind. She had no idea who this victim was but from experience, she coikd deduce that the person had a sort of rekationship with Davide. She was ordered to make sure that the girl sidnt survive, that meant, she was expected to kill her. She was going to be a murderer.She knew that there was no way se coukd possibly escoae this excoet she yold Davide about it. But seeing that shes been followed and somewhere in her house, hidden oerfectly was a camera that was keeping tracks of everything she was doinh. She had to make sure that if she was going to tell Davide, she had to be very sublte.She folded the paper that had the name Andy Lee, spelt out.When the morning came, Davide received news from yhe designers, apparently out of the thirty desisgners that were in the company only twelve decided to embark on such a journey wuth him. The numbet was more than he expected, and he was really thrilled by that.He

 Avery had her arms around the wheel of the car. Her heart was beating against her chest like drums on a festival. She keot looking through the window if there was anyone there.     The vehicke sbe was sitting in had been provided for her and onbthe oassenger seat was a loaded gun. She made sure to wear handglloves and not leave her fingerprints anywhere so that if thecase was investugated, there woukd be nothing at all pining her to it.    She had done this before, she had ran someone over but there had been no specific xommand whetehr or not she was to ket the person kive or not. However, today she was orderes to mak sure that this victim died. And there was even a gun waitung for her.    The address and the time that had been given to her had been followed by her. It brought her to a r

From the look on his face, it was obvious that Derek was asking himself a million questions at the same time, he was mainly wondering if that question had been directed at him because it was very unusual for Davide to be like that.He had to admit that he was used to the Davide that would bow his head and concede to whatever he was ordering, the Davide he could command, the Davide he had power over but the man standing before him was different. He had a kind of confidence or rather, smugness about him for whatever reason. He looked like he wasn't in any way scared nor could he be bullied into concession any longer. He had his money, he had his position he had the life of a rich person. Derek dropped what he was reading and then placed his focus on Davide, "i do not understand that question". He said.Davide shrugged and then went for a coffee, he walked and acted like what he had just said and what he was planning to say were just simple basic words that had in no way any weight."Th