In the shop, James was already making advances to Meghan who stood and acted in a rather shy manner, trying her best to buy time and as well not make James who she felt she was personally indebted to, to get angered on her reaction to his advances."Oh, for god's sake, Meghan, are you not tired of all of this?" Sophie lamented. "Grow up for god's sake. I am tired of your childish behavior.""Stop, Sophie," Harry said, holding her by the arm."What? Can you not see what she is doing to your friend?" Sophie replied him. "He drove all this way from where he was suppose to be, only to come meet her being ungrateful as usual." "I know. I just think you should not overreact to it, or you will end up making the situation worse than it is, right now."Sophie proceeded to keep quiet for the sake of it. Her eyes were met with the eyes of her sister, staring in a disapproving fashion, while being talked to by James. She did not care for that. She only kept quiet because her fiancé wanted it to

Once Meghan saw her husband and a strange well dressed man enter the office, she tapped James who was trying to buy her some more items as a way to show off to her that he really could take care of her. "What?" He asked, feeling her poke into his back with her fingers."My husband is inside," she said. "And so?" Sophie forced herself into their conversation. "Don't be ungrateful, Meghan. Your items just got paid for by a perfect gentleman. There is nothing your husband can do about it, even if he decides to cry and lament all day.""No, that is not what I meant." Meghan complained, already feeling annoyed by her sister's recent pokenosing into her business."And what then did you mean?" Sophie asked again, still as abrasive as she had been.Meghan never gave a reply.Gavin and Andrew got to where they were, and everybody except Meghan, twitched their noses to give off the idea that Gavin smelled badly. Gavin paid no attention to any of them."Is this your wife?" Andrew asked Gavi

"Gavin," she said finally to him. He stood at attention, waiting to listen to her first words for the longest time. "Please, do not embarrass me again like you just did today. I don't like that. Please try not to do it again. I am begging you."Her voice was solemn. Like a sole voice in a lonely room.Gavin was not surprised she would say those words. For anything he was more surprised that she was even speaking to him again than even saying the words she was saying.She was sitting on the bed with her hands clasped around each other, staring at him through tired eyes. He looked away, trying not to reply her, as to him what had happened was not entirely a fault of his. At least not when he had two envy driven guards swearing to keep him out of the shop just so a stranger would come take his wife from him.He sighed, nodding. "Come on, let's go get your hair and nails done." That had become sort of like his anthem and emblem for the day. To get his wife's hair and nails done. She s

Gavin noticing the women's lustful glare on him, and the angry look that had pervaded Meghan's face, decided that maybe it would be best if he did what his wife said, and left the place to go outside where he did not have to deal with such constraining atmosphere.In thirty minutes time, Megan was done with the hair she was making. It was a bob hairstyle that framed her face nicely. It would have been more beautiful on her if only she would just stop frowning her face in the way and manner she was doing."You look exquisite, madame," the stylist said in a french accent. "I believe if your husband comes her and sees you he would be delighted and very happy. But em... If only you could just smile, I am sure you would look better."Meghan cast her gaze from the mirror she was looking at to the stylist. A cold menacing glare that had the woman shivering in her soul."Well, maybe not," she said.Meghan paid her no attention and called Gavin's number. "I am done. Where are you? You better

Hours before Gavin was called in by the police, the Chief Security Officer of the City Express, Ron was on the road, in his car. In just a few hours after he was threatened he had developed a habit of looking left and right, over and before his shoulder blades.Of course he was too prideful to admit that he was scared, even to himself. He could not bear to look into the car's mirror and admit that to himself. That indeed he was scared that Gavin, whom he had always thought to be lower than himself, now had the ability to make his hands shake and his knees tremble.His eyes scanned every face he saw on the road he drove. Everybody was a suspect. His house lay in a part of the city that could only be accessed by going through a certain street known for its scantiness.He made a sign of the cross before driving by despite himself. He drove slowly, looking left and right to see if he would see anything out of the ordinary. He did not. For the entirety of his movement through the street, h