"Lydia, will you just get straight to the point and stop making things difficult for us!" Grandfather bellowed, running out of patience."I swear, I saw him. I saw Harlan Smith.  He told me that he is Harlan Smith… He told me that I should warn everyone because we are pissing him off. I swear, father, I saw him with my two eyes," Lydia said, her make-up had been smeared with her constant use of her handkerchief to wipe her face."Then just tell the artist how he looks, what you remember about his face so that he can make a sketch for us," grandfather said, this time, he tried not to shout.Lydia turned to the artist, he is one of the Alberts too, he had a pencil in his hand but had not been able to draw more than a human hair."Did he have a mustache?" The frustrated artist asked the bewildered Lydia."No. He looks very young. He doesn't seem like someone who had started growing a beard," Lydia said, she pulled at

She ran out of the library, toward the direction of the voice. He was wearing a black T-shirt over black jeans trousers, as always, his face was calm, one of his hands was in his pocket as he stared at her. He was leaning on the wall. He stared at her."Harlan?" Elizabeth couldn't believe the faint voice was coming from her. She rushed to him. His hands are wide open now. The next moment, she was thrown against the wall. She looked up quickly. There was no one. No Harlan. Slowly, she stood up and tried to process what just happened. She looked around the place in search of Harlan but there was no one in the area. She went back to the library. She met the library attendant preparing to lock the door."Elizabeth?" The woman was taken aback by Elizabeth's appearance, her hair was rough and her eyes swollen. "Did you see anyone here just now?" Elizabeth asked."No.""No one? You didn't see anyone wearing black?" Elizabeth probed wishing the library attendant would just confirm that she

Kelvin bumped into his parents as they were about to go out of the gate. He looked from his mother to his father. His mother seemed to have aged and his father had several wrinkles on his face. They must have been worried about him."Mom?" His voice cracked.He saw relief mixed with love and something else… fright in his mother's eyes as his father pulled her protectively behind him."You were at a hospital?" His father asked.He looked sharply at his father. He had not informed them about it. Unless Harlan told them, there was no way they would have known."Yes. I've been discharged already," he said."We were about to come see you," his mother said behind his father."I guess it is good that I arrived on time. How have you been, dad?"He saw a hint of fear in his father's eyes too. He almost frowned as he wondered what was happening. They were acting so out of it. Before now, his mother would have pulled him in a hug immediately she saw him especially when he was coming from the hos

Mr Smith stared at Harlan, he was quite surprised to hear Harlan try to make him choose between two options. His son would really make a great businessman. "Which do you want to do?" Harlan asked.Mr looked away and gulped down the content in the cup. He filled it again."Why do you want to know about the Alberts?""You know how much they have been after my life.""All that will be solved once they get to know who you are. And, Jason wouldn't have done all those things to you if he knew your identity.""Dad, are you by any chance… scared of them?" Harlan asked.Mr Smith smiled, "if I am scared of them I won't be where I am today. I have met a lot of families than them that cooperated to do more terrible things than the Alberts are doing in order to get to the top.""So, why are you holding back from telling?" Harlan asked.Mr Smith cleared his throat and looked at Harlan through the corner of his eyes. He felt slightly jealous that Harlan looked more like his wife than himself. Nela

Elizabeth didn't know how long she had been staring at Harlan's picture on the poster that had been placed in different places all over the campus. In the poster, the pictures of the six of them that had won the competition were there. When Harlan and Roger wouldn't show up, herself, Jason, Cecilia and Adrian had taken the picture. Roger had sent his picture and she had given Harlan's picture from the ones posted on the group chat when the gossip about their dates first started. Some skillful graphic designer had managed to put the pictures of the six of them together. In the picture, Harlan was the only person that stood out to Elizabeth.She looked around to be sure no one had been looking at her. There was no one. She sighed.Her phone beeped. It was a message from Harlan... No, a message from Jack because he is the one with Harlan's phone now. She checked it and saw a picture of some guy in a suit and tattoo on his neck. Under the picture, it read : would you recognize me if you s