Gavin's mouth was immediately short for words. He felt like there was more he could say, but then decided against it. He was quiet for the first few seconds after Brax had said what he said. He stood still, as though frozen in the coldness of time."Did you hear me, or did you not?" Brax once upon declared quite brashly. "Go to work this instant, or stay here and the next three minutes, lose this job. It seems you have become unable to hear in a matter of seconds.”Nothing to say, Gavin bowed his head and moved on ahead. He found right after he opened the door that Ron the C.S.O was still right there eavesdropping.Their eyes met and as Gavin had expected him to do, he went down to mock him. "Look who just got sent out of the office after trying to report me. You. Can you not see it, Gavin? You are a failure. You better go deliver on that job like the boss have told you to. You know you don't want to disappoint him." Gavin ignored him as expected to. He walked past without sparing

Gavin was shocked to hear that. His eyes were widened for a minute as he thought to ask why. But he had the feeling that the answer would not have been something he would love to hear."Okay, fine." He agreed. He was far too curious now to back down from it. And he felt good that his wife wanted to talk to him about something. It meant to him that at least she still felt he was dependable enough to tell.It had been a long time standing since she had done that. It had him really gibbering feelings in his guts. And he wanted to keep feeling that way. "Really? You agree to that?" Meghan asked, surprised at his willingness to act that way even at a request she felt to be humiliating and embarrassing."Of course. Anything for you, my love. You can tell me anything you want to tell me. I am here for you."His words pierced her heart. So much so that she began feeling bad for making such a request. She heaved a sigh, looked out of the glass windows for sometime, watching the streets filled

"Okay, if you want me to believe you, give me some form of proof that would allow me to," said Meghan, still hard pressed that her husband kept telling her something she considered to be nothing but a lie. "And what do you want me to tell you, Meghan?" He asked, half his face still covered by his palm, trying to show just how dismayed he was by her suggestions and rhetorics."I don't know. Anything. You are the one making the claims. You should have evidence without me telling you to." Gavin sighed. "I guess that is fair. Let me tell you the name of the President. I am pretty close to him. He is Thomas Winnicks." Meghan rolled her eyes. "Oh lord, Gavin. What do you take me for? Why do you decide to lie to me like I am nothing but a diaper-wearing child in your eyes? Are you not being funny. Are you not ashamed? Who on earth doesn't know Thomas Winnicks? Why would you think you are the only one that knows him? Knowing him does not count for anything. You know that. Stop acting like

He watched her go away, disappearing behind the door, over the corner of his eyes. He felt cold, a certain shiver, as if blown by the wind. His body shook immediately. For a minute, he felt himself almost become engulfed with sadness at her condition. But before he could get swallowed up by it, he laughed."Haha!" He could not exactly tell why he was laughing, but it felt good to transform the strange hollow he felt in his heart to something happy. Even if the laughter didn't sound so happy. He was not feeling sad because the money wasn't available to do what she wanted, but because she threatened to divorce him. She wasn't going to divorce him for that, was she? Of course, she wouldn't. But he did not want to wait to find out either. He laughed once more at the ordeal, and most especially, at the request. It was totally something he could not handle, so fretting over it was really out of the question.He placed his hands on the table in front of him and squinted. By his hand, his pho

"You are such a foolish child," Mrs. Stallion said to Meghan with a glare of disappointment in her eyes. "Was this what I thought you when growing up? Was it?" Her voice was now thunderous. Her words echoed back and forth, bouncing upon the four walls of the room.Meghan gave no reply to her mother which in turn steered the woman's anger even much more than she was angry. So much so that even her eyes and the ways she stared at her mother, elicited even much more anger than was being thrown at her before then. "You look at me like you are hearing a single thing," Mrs. Stallion started once more, “Or as if you are going to learn from your mistakes but I know you do not hear a thing of what I say. If you leave this room, you will just go on and do whatever comes to your mind. You will just go back to that good-for-nothing husband of yours that cannot even afford your clothes. Is that not a shame? Is it not?""Mom, I know what I am doing. You do not have to scold me like this, I am no