Stacy is knitting a sweater in the living room with her legs crossed. She is the only one in the house right now, Gray has not been home nowadays, but she has been pulling through the loneliness. She is aware that living in this big house depends heavily on Gray's loyalty to the anonymous trillionaire, so she has learned to accept all these sacrifices that they have to make. Today, she is watching the television as the newscaster talks about the sudden death of a terrorist leader. She is interviewing one of the many officials that works directly with the president. “Can you please tell us what happened that ended up killing Gerald Fisher, also called the mamba.” She asks. The fat man adjusts his suit jacket and leans back with a heave. “Let me tell you, it is as shocking as it looks to all of us.”“Does that mean that the government didn't do anything to get rid of the mamba before? It's general knowledge that he is the biggest threat to Westland! He is a terrorist!” The man imme

She texts Gray that she will be out for a while, maybe overnight, so she gets on the train and starts traveling to the place she has run away from. Even though she is going back to pay part of her loan, she is still shaking. She can't believe she is going back. She still remembers the night that she picked a few clothes and ran away because the debt was crushing her, and she had to pay. .She ran to the Blanchard family for help, she cried to them, but they only pretended to help her. They promised to pay off her loans, if she agreed to be their servant, but they tricked her. They didn't pay off her loans and because she agreed to be their servant, she was bonded by a contract. She suffered for years and if she didn't meet Gray, who took out a heavy loan to save her life, she would have still been a depressed servant in the Blanchard family home. She inhales deeply as the train comes to a stop. She knows her way around the city, she doesn't even need to take a cab. She first st

The atmosphere changes almost immediately and in what seems to be the blink of an eye, Stacy turns from being an embarrassed debtor, into a respected boss. She is quickly fetched some refreshments and Mister Brad makes some call to the high bosses, just to confirm that Stacy's debt has truly been cleared. “Are you sure, boss? Please check again, I want to confirm if truly she paid us every dime.” He says into the phone, hiding in the corner, so that she can't hear him speak. “Are you trying to say that I don't know what I am doing, Mister Brad? I told you that her debt has been cleared months ago, and not only that, all her seized properties have been returned.” The boss says. Mister Brad feels like he has been drenched with cold water. Goodness gracious, what has he done? Stacy is now his boss! How come no one informed him of this?! He held on to her like she was a scapegoat, and he embarrassed her in front of all the workers. Surely he is going to get into trouble for this!

Mateo chokes on his drink and he rushes to turn up the tap to drink some water to calm himself down. “Are you sure that you got it right? Like the anonymous trillionaire z the richest man in the world, told you that he is coming to our house?!” “Don't look so shocked, Mateo, didn't you claim that you guys are friends? Why is it so surprising to you?” His mother huffs. Mateo clears his throat, he is not prepared for this. He is not even wearing his best suit, and this is because his crazy parents refused to tell him that the anonymous trillionaire is coming, over the phone! “You should get ready, Mateo. The servants have cleaned the house and we are going to have a feast for breakfast.” “I would have put on a better suit if someone had had the courtesy to tell me who was coming over,” he mutters. “Don't worry about that. I have a good suit prepared for you, and a Rolex watch. Take your bath and come down to join us.” Mateo doesn't argue with her at all. He makes his way to the b

The de Nicola parents grudgingly accepts to have dinner with Gray, who is just the anonymous trillionaire's housekeeper. But the more they talk, the more that they conclude that this is a very intelligent man that is speaking to them right now. No wonder the anonymous trillionaire was very comfortable to send him to them. “But, excuse me, Mister Lance, where did you graduate from? Was it Oxford? Yale? Havard? One of this ivy league schools?” Mister de Nicola asks. Gray only smiles. “Mister de Nicola, I went to one of the best schools in the country, but I also studied multiple majors at the same time.”“Wow, that's very impressive!” Mrs de Nicola nods. Even though they are one of the biggest Mafia families in the country, it's obvious that they value education alot. “I also went to one of the best colleges in the country and I studied psychology. A very memorable time for me.” She smiles. “How about you, Mrs Lance? Where did you school?” Stacy shifts on her chair, she hasn't