Taron wonders what it was that had been bugging Rebecca. Then he remembered what had happened. “Maybe Quinn gave her something to be mad about.” He said, unamused and continued with his work without worrying about it further. Rebecca, on the other hand, was fuming. While she had been worried the day before, Taron had left her with her jerk of an ex boyfriend, and went to go to a party. She even saw the pictures! He took a picture with Miss World by his side, and one of his hands was sneaking across her waist. Rebecca saw the picture on Gossip Baby immediately it was posted and got irritated by the number of people who were shipping Taron with Miss World. Rebecca had even gone to the lady’s page to confirm for herself that it was not a photoshopped photo, when she saw that the woman had posted the picture and captioned it, and Taron had even commented under the post. Did he have absolutely no shame? She fumed. Then Rebecca remembered that she had no right to be angry, and that

Rebecca understood why she felt bitter whenever she saw Taron talking to other woman, and although the truth had been quite obvious for a while, it was surprising to her when she was able to admit the truth to herself. She had done the one thing that she had said she would not do, and that was to fall in love with her boss. “How did I let this happen?” She asked as she got into the bus. Her car was having issues and she was already late to work, so there was no time to fix it. She had pondered over it and wondered what to do with her feelings. She really wanted Taron to know, and she hoped he reciprocated her feelings. And even that did not seem possible. Taron was just a nice guy to people in general, not just to her. She planned not to bottle her crush on him up, but to just do nothing about it. If, for any reason, he asked her about who she had feelings for, she would tell him the truth, and if he did not ask anything related to what she felt for him, then there was no rea

It’s such a beautiful day. No unnecessary noise, and people— well dressed people are minding their business as they go around their daily activities. I have nothing to worry about as I am finally at peace for the first time in a long while and this feels terrific. Also— A car honking interrupted Taron’s internal monologue and he turned around to glare at whoever it was that had just disturbed his peace. For the first time in a very long time, Taron had left his home to go and take a walk. And unguarded too. He felt that he was getting so used to having security around him, even if he could not see them most times unless he called one out to do something for him, that if something happened, he feared that he would not be able to function properly unless his men were around. With everything that had been happening around him lately, Taron felt like he needed the solitude of a walk. He used to go on works regularly before he got the life that he was living currently, and doing it n

Taron was enjoying himself so much that there were some moments when he forgot that he had things running. He did not realise that he needed the escape from his reality, a chance to feel normal again, especially after all he had been through. And Rebecca was so happy. All the time. She was usually a cheerful person, but Taron felt that this place had unlocked something in her, and he was happy to be a part of the process. He wanted the people around him to be happy. “Sir!” Rebecca ran out from somewhere Taron could not see from towards him. She carried a toy gun in her hand. “What is that?” Taron asked, lowering his sunglasses and focusing on her hand. Rebecca chuckled. “It’s just a water gun, don’t worry about it.” “Oh.” Taron nodded, not knowing why she had a water gun, but letting it slide all the same. “Come and win yours too, when you do that, we would be able to play.” Rebecca said, the excitement flowing through her voice. “I can just buy one, you know?” Taro

Taron opened his eyes groggily, and everything looked blurry to him. He felt a dull pain in the side of his head, and his body felt like he was continually being stepped on by a giant bear with metal legs while sopranos sang at extreme high pitches to torture him. “Where am I?” His voice sounded too hoarse, even. “Our golden boy has finally opened his eyes, haha!” Someone said. Taron blinked continually until his eyes were finally able to focus. He was sitting down, and he looked down on his body and realised with a start that he was tied up. “What is going on?” He shouted, looking around too fast. That made his head and body ache even more. Taron studied his surroundings. He was in some sort of dull, empty room, and save for him, the dust and some cobwebs, and a dimly lit bulb, the room seemed to be empty. And for the man who had spoken to him earlier too. “Where am I?” Taron asked trying to see if he would be able to somehow slip out of his ropes. A hand tapped his