Nicholas repeatedly paced back and forth in his study, he was lost in thoughts. The warmness of the crackling fire was doing quite little in trying to thaw the chill he felt from his conversation with Lindsay and Mal only just moments ago. Right at that moment, mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, ones that he simply couldn't place a hold of or whatever it was that he had planned. Finally, as he found himself unable to contain his anxiety any longer, he grabbed his phone and dialled Lindsay’s number. He waited for the call to connect and when it did he let out a breath before he spoke."Lindsay?" Nicholas called as soon as she picked up. He tried his hardest to keep his voice calm, but the tension made him sound like a frantic little kid who was trying to ask his abusive parent for a Christmas present. Coincidentally, it was indeed Christmas and he was indeed asking her for something that would in some ways be beneficial to him. "Nicholas," she responded in a surprised v

Maya tried to call Bob's line but it wasn't going through. She hated whenever that happened. How could right thinking humans have phones and still find it difficult to take their calls? She thought in frustration. She paced around her house. It wasn't like she cared for Bob, it was just that they had already gotten deep into this thing they were doing and it seemed like there was no going back for her. She rolled her eyes as she walked away from the living room towards the kitchen to grab a fruit from the kitchen counter. When she got in, she saw that her mother was beginning to make dinner. She let out a sigh as she headed for what she wanted to get. The fruits. She could see a couple of them in a basket on the kitchen island. She dipped her hand and grabbed a banana. Turning to her mother, she peeled off the skin of the banana and put the soft fruit into her mouth as she bit and began to chew casually.."What are you making for dinner mom?" She asked her mother in between mouthfuls

Bob sat in the café, nursing a coffee and trying to focus on anything but the storm brewing in his chaos that was his life. He knew he needed to clear his head, but it felt impossible with Maya's frustration. It was beginning to tell him so badly. Just as he was about to take another sip, the door swung open, and in walked Nicholas Graham. Nicholas spotted Bob immediately and made a beeline for his table, his expression hardened with each step. Bob let out a silent sigh. This was probably the last thing he needed at the moment. "Bob Fisher," Nicholas said in a disdainful voice as he stood over the table. "Fancy seeing you here." Nicholas said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, tainting his lips. Bob looked up with feigned nonchalance. "Nicholas. What brings you to this neck of the woods?" He asked him. Nicholas sneered. "Cut the crap, Bob. You know exactly why I'm here. I've heard the rumours. You're messing around with Maya, and now you're ducking her calls. What kind

Nicholas already had it all figured out. It was simple and he was ready to do it. He was just going to deceive Maya and Bob into believing that he was for them. He was going to act along with their schemes and then he was going to reap them off everything that they worked and sweated for. Yes, that was the ultimate revenge, he thought as he smiled proudly to himself. Bob Fisher and Maya Shay had grown into the enemies of his life and he was hell bent and determined on showing them who was the boss. With that thought in mind, Nicholas grabbed his phone as he called the guy he had asked to call Bob Fisher. The phone rang and was picked on the first ring and the voice flowed out of the speaker. "Hello?" It said and Nicholas sighed before he spoke. "It's Nicholas Graham." Nicholas said into the call. "How did it go?" He asked him. "It went well." The detached voice said from the speaker. "I called and informed Bob Fisher and I can say that he was beginning to believe what I ha

Nicholas slowly opened his eyes and looked around his room. He groaned out loud as he watched with squinted eyes as the sunlight filtered through the curtains, illuminating his thoroughly dishevelled room. His head pounded from the hangover he had the previous night, and the events of the previous night came rushing back like a flood whose gates that held back the waters had been let open. He still felt somewhat uneasy at the ordeals of last night when he had had the brief altercation with Lindsay and Mal. His phone suddenly buzzed on the nightstand, and groaning he lazily reached for it, squinting at the screen. It was Maya. With a sigh, he answered the call. "Nicholas," Maya's voice came through the receiver speaker and he groaned at how loud her voice was, "I'm on my way to my lawyer's office to get the check for the money my father left me in his will." She told him. Nicholas rolled his eyes as his lips curled into a sardonic smile. Maya really was falling for this, huh? "O