Fiona sat down on her bed, thinking about what her dad said to her, he was right, but she was still finding it hard to accept the truth. Getting married to Alistair seems promising, but he wasn't the one her heart yearns for.It was Nathan her heart wanted, yeah just like her father said, there was no possibility that they might even do life together for long. Due to the nature of his job, he was tasked with protecting citizens, and also protecting himself.Unlike Alistair, who has people protecting him, at the same time, she couldn't deny how crazy life was. The person everyone thinks might end up living younger due to certain factors, might in a way die first.It's just life, and there's nothing that can be done about it, the best you can do is to play your part. She exhaled and got off the couch, and walked to the verandah, "Nathan, I know you can't hear me, but things are difficult for me to handle. I badly want to talk to you, but I don't get why you don't return my calls, or rep

(One hour later)Mr. Starling stepped out of his office, and his secretary rushed towards him, "Sir, I know you would want to rest badly, but..""But what? What is it Leslie?" He interrupted her."Mr. Charlie, and Mr. Wilde both called, they wanted to speak to you real bad," Leslie replied as they walked to his office."Did they tell you why they called?" He collected his tab from her as they walked into his office, she shook her head. "They refused to divulge any information to me. They were firm on speaking to you, and not me.""I see, that means it must be pressing issues right?" He asked, and they nodded. She nodded her head as she muttered "Yes.""It's alright, thank you so much Leslie, I will surely get back to them, you can leave now," he replied, and she bowed her head as she walked out of his office with a couple of files in her hands. Mr. Starling sat down on his chair, he took in a deep breath, and then exhaled.He folded his hands on his chest, dude tried wrapping his head

"A no go area? Why do you think so?" Mr. Starling asked.He grumbled, "Why do I think so? Why are you acting as if you don't have an idea of what we did to him?""Please tell me, honestly I don't have an idea of what you did to him. Correct me if I am wrong, wasn't he the one who celebrated you and your family at the inaugural dinner?""Come off it, he was just trying to steal the spotlight," Mr. Wilde replied."What do you mean by he's trying to steal the spotlight? Dude has the spotlight, you don't steal what you have."Mr. Wilde moved to his verandah, "I know what I am saying. You won't understand the picture I am trying to paint. That young man played a trick on everyone last night."Mr. Starling paused, "What do you mean by he played tricks on us? You and I both know if you treated him badly, that was the best stage and time to expose you right?""Exactly, that's why I am saying he played a trick on us. You might not have an idea about what happened when he was living with us. B

(Thirty minutes ago)Mr. Alistair walked out of his office, and decided to check out Mr. Charlie, at his office. He walked towards his office, the heels of his shoes clicking the ground. His walking posture commands authority, and also attention.He walked towards Mr. Charlie's office, his hands deep into his pocket. His shades perfectly fit in his eyes. The security at Mr. Charlie's office helped Mr. Alistair with the door, and he walked past Shilla who was busy with her laptop.He paused, and took a few steps backwards to her cubicle, "Excuse me, is your boss on seat?"She stood up immediately and adjusted her brown suit. "Yes he is," she replied with her head bowed."Thank you," he replied, and walked into Mr. Charlie's office. He got in, and found him standing facing his window, he was on call. Alistair cleared his throat, and Mr. Charlie turned back, and his phone dropped with his mouth open.Mr. Alistair walked towards him, and picked up his phone. "Have it," he muttered, stretc

The elevator opened, and they all stepped out of the elevator. "It's painful that my stylist Burundi isn't here," Alistair replied as he walked to the table at the far left."Yeah it's painful. Maybe he has to start coming to the office with us. Instead of just sitting back at home. What do you think boss," Reagan asked as he trailed Alistair, and Nathan."What do I think?" He turned backwards to Reagan as she sat down. "I think instead of him sitting at home. Why don't I set him up?""Set him up?" They all echoed looking shocked. Alistair burst into laughter, "Come on guy, what were you people thinking I was talking about?" He asked."For goodness sake, you just mentioned setting him up. What do you think we were thinking of?" Layla, who had been quiet, spoke up, her gaze on the menu book."Fine, I understand what you guys are thinking. I should explain what I mean. When I said setting him up, I mean establishing him, you understand what I mean right?"They all nodded their heads, "N