“Daddy just got me a new car!!”, Fiona screamed from the car.Just then, Ethan came out, his hands in his pocket and potentially sleepy eyes that didn't seem too delighted to be awake. He ruffled his hair, a thing he did often and found excessively attractive for himself. A thing that his sister, Fiona, had often told him was not.“Fiona's back?”, He said in a slurry, slightly surprised or should it be said, slightly irritated voice.He watched the Lamborghini rev around their spacious compound and back. Fiona was excited as ever, something that didn't exactly rub off well on Ethan. When Fiona finally came down from the car, she rushed up the stairs feeling as light and as happy as a child with a lollipop.She stopped when she saw her brother, who unfortunately was in the process of ruffling his unwet hair.“Ruffle boy, didn't know you were home”“Neither did I. So Daddy's little entitled princess finally decided to come back home”“I’ve already graduated. You don't expect me to stay

Oliver Bane looked round, his eyes scanning the environment through his thick glasses as he took the tulip glass up to his lips. With an uninterested and particularly angered mood, his eyes searched for the reason why his father had yet again threatened his inheritance.Alistair Bane.Not a day went by without his father comparing him to the bastard of a boy. It had been worse this morning. His father had barged into his room and disgraced him and the girl he'd brought home the previous night. With his inheritance and wealth at stake, he had dressed up in half an hour for this pointless event. All because Alistair was President of Voxx and not him. An ambition that he never wanted from day one.“Can't even find the bastard”, he said under his voice, taking another scan off his environment. Just then, Kathy's eyes locked with his and for a moment, he was absolutely at sea at why she was there. She blinked away from his gaze almost immediately and then his eyes realize the whole crew -

Charlie's eyes widened.Even he hadn't expected the Minister's statement to take him aback that badly..The Minister got up from his seat“Charlie, we are men of power”Walking round the desk to where Charlie sat.“But men of power …”He paused, pressing against the desk as he seemingly balanced himself.“Have a price”Some relief came upon Charlie as a smile stroke across the edges of his lips.“Of course, of course. Name your price Mr. Minister, anything”“Anything?”, The Minister asked, a smirk across his lips and one eyebrow raised. He started to walk back to his desk.“I’ve always admired the strength of Voxx. You possess quite a lot. How about half the company, Charlie - shares, assets, everything?”“I don't own half the company, Mr. Minister”“Oh.. how disappointing though. Half of what you own then and I'll convince the president that the deal is as bad as you say”Charlie took a moment, wondering if she could hear from over the tiny earphones he was wearing. But only then did

Her weak legs seemed too feeble for his thrust. She was exhausted. God! Ethan was a monster.He rolled over, his breathing raspy and in quick, successive patterns. He came out of bed and Elara watched his nakedness leave her, her body both excited and exhausted at the same time. Damn! How could her body feel sore and yet feel so ecstatic at the same time. It was as what it often was with him and after him. She'd never been with another person like Ethan and she knew she wasn't just his lover - she slowly falling for himShe curled up in the bed, wrapping herself in the thick blanket, her mind in an ecstasy as she filled her nostrils with the scent of his string musk. Ethan soon walked out of the bathroom, his short white towel around his neck.“Where are you off to this early?”, she asked, noticing he was picking up another of his towels, only bigger.“Work”, he said, in a cool, unexcited, bland tone. “And you should too”“I don't have work today. I thought Fridays were your off days”

6.15 a.m, The Castles, Evening PartyMark picked the invitation card from the table.“The Starlings”“You familiar with them?”, His boss asked, twirling on his executive chair towards him.Mark took a while to reply. Fiona hadn't told him about the evening party.“Nah”“You sure?”,His boss stood up from his seat,a slim file in his hand.“Here's their bio data anyway”He dropped the file in front of Mark.“I could have gotten this yesterday you know”“Yeah … but you are the favorite agent”“And the best too”, the lady in black across the room said, turning slightly to them. Priscy. She was the CIA's best computer programmer and of course hacker.And she wore her badge proudly.Mark smiled at her statement, taking the bio data file over to her. His free hand slipped the invitation card into his back pocket.“Come on, Priscy. How about you soft copy this for me?”“Hmm… I take transfers Mark”Mark let out a groggy laughter. He shook her shoulders from behind playfully.“Priscy!!”“You kno