Mr Nathan.

MRS OLIVER.

"Wait! Was Laurette serious when she asked me to pay for her stay, how could she mention such an amount of money just to forgive me? It's so absurd," Mr Oliver thought to himself, opening the window to hear the sound of someone's car, he wanted to know who it was, when he saw Mr Natgams car drive into the building.

"That idiot is back," Mr Oliver hissed.

He took a few steps away from the window and turned to face the room, running a hand through his hair.

"Shit, what if it was a test, what if she really didn't want that much money, she never asked for that much, fuck! I fucked up! If I had known, I would have kept my anger in check, I would have just ignored her and walked out of the room, but she pushed me, I would have done that, but at the same time I had taken enough abuse from her," Mr Oliver began to walk around the room.

"What do I do? What do I do?" He cursed under his breath, he heard another sound of a car engine revving, he walked back to the window, praying tha