As Jones walked briskly away from the manager's office, conscious not to trip, yet he couldn't help but trip on his own thoughts which were quite slippery and sticky, sticking out of everywhere in his head. Though when he was in the manager's office, he couldn't afford to zone out, but now that he was out of the office there was nothing stopping his adventurous mind from wandering to an impossible length it deem fit. There were two major things to worry about, but he had decided to exhaust his thoughts on the last details the manager had given him before he shut the door of her office. "The boss and his girlfriend, then that man?" He muttered, trying to create a perfect link to connect the thoughts flying around in his head. He was doing his absolute best to reach into the depth of his consciousness and see if he had a picture of the boss of Hoveland hanging around somewhere in his head. There were so many reasons for him to think about the new owner of Hoveland. But one of the m

Achiel didn't know what to say to her at first. He didn't think she was going to say anything close to that, let alone raise a question in that regard. When both of them visited Zoe, he had hardly paid any attention to Zoe. Though he had been allowed into Zoe's office, which he was now seeing as a mistake on his own part. He had wanted her to go to Hoveland so that Valion would be included in the benefits of the company. He figured out that that was the only way he could keep Mira relevant in the family and even create a higher ground for her. He was also sure to take note that Zoe didn't give him an eye. He did know that Zoe had an eye for him. All the ladies who knew him found him very attractive. He was a very handsome, no gorgeous man!That was why he would find it quite strange when other ladies who were not close to him would look down on him. Perhaps because they were blind. He was wandering in his head again and had to stop. Mira had just asked a very unusual question. How

"You better have explanations that would give me reasons to spear your life." Achiel demanded cruelly as he stared in utmost rage at the elderly man kneeling before him. This time, he didn't care about the age of the man nor the fact that he might be discovered. There was absolutely nothing to worry about. He was distant away from the peeking eyes of strangers. They were in a secluded area that was shut out of the public sight. No matter what he did, it would be hidden within the confines of that hall.The elderly man raised his head and then dropped it again. It was evident in his face that he wanted to beg for his life, but he didn't have the courage to say the words. There was a lot going on in his head, and that was scribbled on his face. Yet, Achiel did not care. "I don't need to go over this with you again. If you remain mute, you'd force my hands to do the unthinkable." Achie hated that he had to threaten the man. If there was another way to go around this, he would have

The hall was teeming with people already. All the family members were present. Even Grandmother. Grandmother was settled down in her spot. Her facial expression looked really grave, and her eyes held a shade of darkness. It was evident from her reaction that she was still suffering from the rage, which had sprouted deep inside of her several moments ago. If this was a random occasion, she wouldn't have made herself available. But Miss Zoe of the great Hoveland has just called out of the blue that she would be coming to the White Hall at once. Who was she to ignore the request of the honoured and highly revered Miss Zoe?Jones had come to tell her about the proposal of the inclusion of Valion into the contract given to Auroville. She already had a heads up, but she couldn't quite be sure if Miss Zoe was coming to stamp the same thing. Though when Jones had randomly came to her when she was mad, she didn't take him quite seriously, but now that Miss Zoe had called them that she was on

Jones reluctantly walked back to his seat. His face was long, and worries were scribbled therein. He looked like he had been submerged in gloom since he turned eighteen. As soon as he settled down, a man seated next to him leaned towards him, "What's the long face about, brother-in-law? You are the hero of the people." Felix, the man seated next to him said. Jones took a curious gaze at Felix. He didn't quite understand what the fellow was trying to say. "Look around. Everyone is looking at you in admiration. Because of you, Miss Zoe had returned to the hall. I'm sure that Grandmother will be even kinder and generous to you." Felix assured with a small smile which lurked in the corners of his mouth. Jones, for a moment, looked across the hall. He could see people taking a peek at him occasionally. Each gaze he met was fat and rich. Each person smiled heartily at him. Was he really a hero? Do these people think of him as such? It was evident in their facial reactions. If they v