Edward and Selena were seated on the dining table, the clinking of their cutleries was the only sound that filled the air as they ate in silence. He took a quick glance at his watch and a small frown formed on his face. “Where is your mother? Isn't she supposed to be back by now?” he asked, even though it was more like a rhetorical question then it was a normal one. Selena remained quiet, she didn't know what to say in response. Speaking of the devil, the grand mahogany doors were pushed open and Vanessa walked in. She looked very distant and distracted as she strolled into the house and she made a turn for the staircase, almost completely ignoring her husband and granddaughter until Edward coughed. “And just where have you been?” He asked in a stern voice. She halted by the landing of the staircase and then flipped her hair slightly as she faced him. “I went out, why? Don't I have the freedom to move about?”He sucked in his lips. “It's not that you don't have the freedom to mov

“M- Mr Houston, what brings you over to my neighborhood?” He asked, trying his best not to stutter. Matthew looked both ways to make sure that nobody was watching them and then spoke. “Dr Sinclair, I didn't come here to exchange pleasantries or waste anybody's time, I came here to talk to you.”Now Sinclair was visibly worried, his face twisted into a small crowd and he took a step back. “But why? Is anything the matter?”Matthew's eyes traveled towards Sinclair's door and then back at Sinclair. “I think it would be much better if we discussed the problem behind closed doors.”“As much as I would love to stay and chat, I have something I need to do and I need to get going now. I'm sorry, maybe we can do this some other time.” He moved around Matthew and was about to walk away. “I know that you administered the wrong drugs to Martha and induced her depression,” Matthew said calmly, making Sinclair gasp sharply, his eyes growing wide. He blinked a few times as he turned around. “I-

Selena walked into the office, pushing back her loose strands of hair. She was on the executive floor when she noticed Matthew was absent. So it was a bit odd considering that he never missed any day at work, but she brushed it off, maybe he had better things to do. As she was still trying to settle in front of her desk, Elena suddenly walked into the office. “Have you seen Matthew? I've been trying to call him but he's not been responding, there's something he needs to see concerning the business trip.” Selena shook her head. “No, I just arrived. I haven't seen him today, but what business trip are you talking about?” Elena straightened her back. “Don't worry, it's not of importance to you.”“Oh, you don't get to decide what is important to me and what is not, I want to know what the business trip is about.” Her tone was clipped and she was insistent. Elena's eyes narrowed on the young woman and she forced a weak smile. “Mrs Winchester, I am the CEO of this company, I'm not obli

Lola clutched her purse as she strolled down the street towards her apartment, her bag of groceries in her other hand. Her expression was vacant. Even though she hated to admit it, a part of her still missed Matthew. It hadn't been up to three full days since she last saw him, but it was already beginning to feel like ages. She came to a stop in front of her door and was about to open it when she saw a bouquet of flowers obstructing her way. “Oh my,” she muttered, gently sitting down the things she was holding. She squatted and grabbed the flowers, pulling it closer and taking a sniff. They smelled so nice you could practically feel the sense tickling her senses, her ground and satisfaction as she loosened her shoulders. The mere thought that it could be Matthew sending these flowers snapped her out of her reverie, she searched the bouquet until she found where the card was placed. There was a cute drawing on the card and it looked like it was handwritten, alongside a signature

Xander arrived at Lola's apartment and he parked his car right in front of her place. He got down from his car and made his way to her apartment, knocking on her door.Inside, Lola was still trying to get ready. Her roommate Karen quickly rushed into the room holding two purses. “So which one do you want to go with the black purse or the red purse?”Lola quickly looks down on the dress she was wearing and then at the purses that her friend was holding. “Just give me the red.” She snatched it from Karen's hands and then rushed to the door and opened it. “Hey Xander,” she said almost breathlessly, she had been hurrying to prepare from fear of being late. He raked his eyes over her as though she was a specimen, from head to toe and a smile formed on his lips. “You look amazing.”Her cheeks were flustered as she chuckled, accepting his compliment. “Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself.” He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a small rose, handing it over to her. “For yo