It sounded perfect to him and a dark smile hovered on his face."How come he had never thought of it before?" The thoughts swiftly clouded his mind.Luther turned around towards Ariel with a smile still on his face."You are such a genius." He finally said.Meanwhile, back at the party, Austin could already notice the change in Miss. Jane's tone as he nodded his head and said."Okay." He finally said.The duo of Ramsey walked behind her until they finally got into a room where high words could hardly slip out because of the soundproof mechanisms that were already in place."So what was this that you wanted to tell me about?" He inquired, keeping a straight face.Miss. Jane paused again and after what seemed to be like forever, she opened up her mouth to speak but her words were lost in the air.His eyes farrowed, unable to take the suspense anymore. But before he could get to say anything, Ramsey already spoke on his behalf."Are you going to give a response to just keep moping?" She

Austin entered the white-painted apartment building—a new, modern building of brick and glass. He approached the front door and swung it open. It has been almost a year since Austin packed into the apartment building. The rent was quite high for him but with working extra shifts with his taxi, he was able to pay the rent. He couldn't afford to live in a rundown apartment just because he was trying to save money on rent.Austin reached his apartment and unlocked the door. He entered the apartment, closing the door behind him. He traced his finger across the wall, finding the switch which he turned on. The room was illuminated with bright light from the ceiling. The living room was littered. Empty take-out boxes and soft drinks plastic bottles rest scattered on the center table. Austin sighed. He was supposed to clean this up whenever he returned but procrastination and tiredness from driving all day would never let him. He even felt worse now that his father was dead and being sacked f

Austin flops on the sofa as soon as the door shuts."Austin, it's time to move on. You saw what your father left for you before his death. He wants you to find someone who makes you happy." Ramsey consoles."I just wanted to hear it from her lips that I meant nothing to her." Austin says.Ramsey walks over to Austin, rests his hand on Austin's shoulder and gives him a comforting rub."Everything will be fine. You have me." Ramsey reassures. He returns to his seat and takes a sip of his wine."When are you returning to the company? We really need you." Ramsey asks."Once I lay my father to rest, I'll return to the company but I won't be there always. I still have to be careful who sees me because I haven't been announced as the heir." Austin says.It was not yet time for him to return to the company fully because he hasn't yet completed his family's tradition. If not for the crisis, he would not even be called to return. He has to complete the family's tradition before returning to hav

The path to Uncle Henry's house feels familiar yet laden with a history of strained relationships. As Austin approaches the imposing gates, memories of a painful childhood filled with distant glances and harsh words resurface. Henry, the uncle who treats him worse than any other family member looms over his past. Upon arriving at the grand entrance, Austin hesitates briefly before pressing the doorbell. The echoes of the chime resonate through the quiet estate, and the imposing wooden door slowly creaked open, revealing the imposing figure of Henry."Austin, what brings you here? You shouldn't be seen here." Henry's tone, as ever, carries an air of superiority. Austin knows he is not supposed to be here. Anyone could be watching and find out that if his uncle lives in such an extravagant, Austin is not the poor wretched man everyone knows.Austin takes a deep breath, dispelling the pains of past grievances, "Uncle Henry, we need to talk."Henry raises an eyebrow, a flicker of imp

The living room door creaks open and Rose steps inside her home with heavy shopping bags and closes the door, before she can take off her coat, the resonant voice of her father, Gabriel, echoes through the living room."Where have you been, Rose?!" His tone carries a mix of concern and frustration, desperately trying to understand his daughter.Turning towards the source of the voice, Rose meets the gaze of her father, a man whose once-vibrant eyes are now etched with lines of worry."Why did you leave to go shopping without taking anyone with you?" Her father continues, his voice rising with each word.Rose lets her eyes wander around the familiar surroundings."Rose, are you taking your medication?" Her father's question cuts through the silence."I'm getting better. I don't need to take anything. I don't want it." Rose insists."You must take them, Rose. It's for your own well-being." Her father pleads."Dad, I'm getting better. I can handle things without medication."Her father s