“I'm glad we were able to make this trip," Alessia said as they stepped out of the hospital premises into the open air.“Yeah, now that is out of my schedule. I'm actually very glad that I was able to make it here. I'm happy that Lisa is better now, and Irene seemed to be over the trauma of all that happened.”“Yes,” Alessia answered, a smile on her face as she remembered the vibrant conversation she had with Irene. "She smiled a lot and even laughed while we talked. I know that seeing her daughter and husband doing well made it all easier for her.“Yes.” Kevin voiced.Alessia, who was initially trailing behind Kevin, caught up to him and stopped by his side.“Thank you," she said out of the blue. "Thank you for all that you do," she said sincerely. "Thank you for listening to Irene when she came crying to you. Thank you for being reactive. Thank you so much for putting smiles on the faces of all these people.”Kevin looked at Alessia, a small smile on his face. Alessia occasionally s

As Morris chewed on his food, his gaze set outside, he wondered how the video he had taken could be of use.Mia would not want to listen to him, he was sure. But couldn't he make her? He tilted his head to the side, his brows furrowed. “Yes, that's it,” he said to himself. "She does not want to listen to me. What is she? Some god? Nonsense. I will make her listen to me whether she wants to or not.”He chewed on the boulangère potatoes he ordered and nodded his head, impressed by the decision he had come to. “That is it. This video is simply gold. I can't let it waste away. I need to get into action immediately.”He rushed his meal. And hollered out to one of the servers who he'd pay to.He had been so hungry that he did not check the price that was tagged to the meal he ordered.“This amount for just a plate and a bottle of orange juice?” He blurted out."Yes, sir,” the server said politely.Morris grumbled as he brought out his card and begrudgingly handed it to the server.He was s

Kevin had his hands stuffed in his pocket as he waited for the elevator door to open. When it opened, the other workers in there stood aside for him to enter inside, acting as though he had leprosy or some easily contagious disease.Shortly after he stepped, they began to whisper. Uninterested, Kevin walked out, ignoring them.The elevator doors were about to shut when someone called out, “Please, wait, hold it."Kevin was quick to propel himself forward and put his foot in between the doors. The moron that was closer to the door had only muttered to the others. “It's the new guy; he always comes in at the last minute.”"Thank you,” his breathing was heavy as he rushed in and thanked Kevin.“Good morning, guys,” he said to everyone as he stood by Kevin's left side.“Morning, newbie," they answered sweetly, and Kevin could not help but roll his eyes.The newbie let out a long exhale as the elevator doors closed. “I really need to get an apartment close by,” he muttered to himself.“By

Mia gaped at Kevin, wondering if she had heard wrong, wishing that she had heard wrong."What do you mean that's impossible?” She asked incredulously, angrily.Kevin shook his head, looking exasperated. “I mean, I cannot stop seeing Alessia.” He enunciated each word. "I cannot stop speaking to her, and I cannot stay away from her. Ask for something else."Mia was rendered speechless. He was not even remorseful about what he had done or felt bad that his relationship with Alessia bothered her. “So you're not denying being in a relationship with her?”Kevin rolled his eyes. "Name another price, Mia. Staying away from Alessia is out of the question.”“Wow," Mia breathed as she slowly shook her head. So Kevin, her own husband, valued his relationship with Alessia more than the one he had with her, his wife? Even if they weren't as all couples should be, had he forgotten that she saved his life? Sheltered him and fed him? Now she was convinced who Kevin really was—an ingrate. That was wh

Kevin dipped her hands in his pocket and slightly tipped his chin toward the Mekin manager's direction. “What's your name?"The manager of the Mekin company, who was still stunned by what Kevin had said, blinked at Kevin. “What?” He blurted, further confused.Kevin sighed deeply and shook his head. He was briefly thankful for his manager because he was sure that she would not go somewhere and begin to shout or dumbly say ‘what’ to every question or statement thrown at her.“I asked what your name is, manager?"The manager of the Mekin company gaped at Kevin. “Who is this man? So you mean you don't know me? You don't know my name?” He scoffed. "Do you even listen to or read business news? In fact, do you listen to news in general?” He jabbed his chest with his fingers. “My name is mentioned in every paper that's published daily. I am Ross T-”“Ross, I'd appreciate it if you return to the company you manage,” Kevin paused, laying enough emphasis on'manage.'' “And let them know that Print