Dia: A Lover's Revenge

Dave's Quest.

     Rowe's apartment. 

     "So Mr Dave Roshwella, to what do I owe this visit?"

    Rowe's broad face occasionally would send a signal to the eyes which would twitched in rhythm to the silhouettes of his dark thoughts. He probably was doing that to freak the man seated before him out. 

    "I'm the CEO of a marketing company here in Seattle too."

    Dave, Dia's father, maintained the stern face though his face was way too smooth to feign the long counterpart. 

     "I don't see the relevance of that to the question I asked earlier."

     Rowe shot in return, looking away from Dave who was dressed in a simple white shirt, tucked into a well-pressed blue trouser. You'd hardly believe that he was in the death of his 50s. 

     "Are you this direct with words to everyone?"

     Dave hurled in return