Sasha continued to run Seth's hand, until he gently pulled it out from under her touch. "Anyway, so, I suppose we have to get right to the buffet then. You can pick up a plate and choose what you want to eat, okay?" She smiled chirpily to cover the awkwardness of the situation. Seth smiled back at her, equally playing along. They ate and drank, talking about work, and each other's lives before and how they each happened upon the wealth that they currently had. "I am so happy you came! I mean honestly." Sasha said getting up. She tripped on her feet and fell back into the sofa, beside Seth, who reached out and caught her. He was equally tipsy, but not far gone that he did not know what he was doing. Sasha got up again, and this time, he helped her up. "Easy okay? You don't want to fall and hurt your pretty wrist," he said, letting his hand drop weakly. She sat back down beside hi
Seth walked across the green, recently mowed lawn which belonged to the country house of Dahlia Ramirez. It was the same house she lived in with her two children and her husband, Salvatore Ramirez.Her house was not more than a stone's throw from his family house. Soon enough, he would have to stop by and give his Father a run down of how things were going with Chroma Creatives.The house was a typical white court victorian building, and he admired the architecture setting as he walked towards the front door.The doorbell which he rang played out a children's rhyme song, which made Seth chuckle.The door pulled open, and one of the maids appeared. "Hello Sir, Mrs Ramirez is expecting you." She said recognizing Seth.Seth walked up to the living room, as was led by the maid. He found Dahlia in the sitting room with her two children playing with building blocks."Seth Rivera, welcome, you should join us." D
Seth drove into the town's central park where Sasha had stationed herself. He found her already dishing out the foods and sharing them.He got out of the car, and observed the crowd in front of her. He walked slowly through it until he got to the platform where she had placed each food, and was serving. Seth watched her impressively dish out the food into plates, and share it."Need a hand?" He asked peering up at her. "I thought you wouldn't make it today? I did not want you to bother at all. It is a lot of work just being up here, and I'm sure you must be really tired already." She replied as more homeless people trooped in to get food."How did you manage to get them to be so organised?" Seth asked her."Well I promise to tell you if you help me get the food to everyone left." She said with a smile.Seth nodded and picked up the plates of foods she had already dished out. As soon as everyone had eaten, the food was almost don
Seth had barely reached for the door when a loud noise burst into my eardrums, blinding him momentarily.He was barely able to recover from the explosion, darting his eyes everywhere to recall where he was when his eyes landed on an unconscious Aidan, lying amid the rubble. Apparently, he must have been injured during the explosion. Ignoring his own safety, he hurriedly went to meet the security guard, who was apparently still there. in a dazed condition like Seth, "Help me get Aidan downstairs, will you?" He eased tapping the man repeatedly."Hurry!" He beckons to the security, asking him to help me get Aidan downstairs."But sir," he calls, struggling to recall where he was. "Where are we taking him?" He inquired, holding Aiden by two hands, while Seth struggled with his legs coming down the stairs ever so carefully."Just hold them; I will get someone to help drive us out of here," Seth pleaded, dropping Aidan's legs and re
“What happened here? I demand that you tell me.” Phoebe roared, despite Seth's several attempts to calm her down.“Honey, listen to me,” he pleaded, shaking her vigorously. “Nothing happened,” he pleaded, rushing to take her to a secluded place so that she doesn't make a scene. “No, you will not pull me away from here,” she shrieked as he dragged her away from the reception room.The relatives of several patients were looking and exchanging curious glances between themselves, making hushed murmurs.“What happened to Adian?” She demanded, widening her eyes as she freaked out, flinging her hands in the air, “One minute you were on your way home, the next you are at the hospital. And you say I do not need an explanation?” “Don't tell me this is your way of getting back at Adian,” she rattled on. Of course she was aware of the tension between them, but she just did not want to admit it. Initially, Seth was not deserving of a spot in th
"Seth, can you explain what happened here?" Grandma inquired upon entering the ward; her eyes widened ajar, with streams of eyeliner running down her face. It was evident at first glance that she had been crying for a while. "What did you write in that text?" Seth inquired, whispering in Phoebe's ear. What the hell did Phoebe write in that text? He mused to himself, watching as Grandma maneuvered towards the ward as Gloria struggled to hold her down. "Calm down, mom; nothing happened to him," Seth explained, rushing to her side and helping her into the ward. The machines that were plugged into Aidan's system made several beeps all at once. Her eyes widened as she set her sights on the machines, breaking free from Seth's hold and rushing to sit beside Aidan. "Um, mom, you are not meant to sit there. "You won't tell me what to do," she barked back, cutting Seth's words off and shooting him a deadly glare.
"Grandma, what you did was not cool,” Phoebe cried, shutting the door behind her as she stormed inside the house. The light from the TV is the only source of lighting in the dimly lit living room.Her grandma's loud cackle filled the entire room as she fed her eyes with the characters and drama displayed on television. “And what did I do, my dear?” She inquired, craning her neck in the direction of a very annoyed Phoebe. “Leaving Seth to tend to Aidan all alone,” she flared, her chest heaving up and down as she spoke while her grandma watched in sheer amusement. “Grandma, you embarrassed him by making a scene at your arrival in the reception.” "Oh, please,” she chuckled softly, returning her eyes to the television in front of her. “You are overthinking the entire thing.” "No, I am not grandma,” she insisted, trudging towards the center of the living room,. obstructing her view. “I know it's not just in my head; you purposely embarrassed G
The drive from the hospital to their home was definitely not going to be a long one, but Grandma had insisted on sleeping in a whole new place. Phoebe was forced to rent two separate rooms, one for her grandma and the other for herself and Gloria. After a quick shower, she slumped into bed and hoped for sleep to come and take over, but nothing came. She tossed and turned around in bed, and as soft and comfortable as the bed was, she found it very, very impossible to fall asleep. Perhaps the little sleep she had at the hospital was the cause of her wide open eyes, or maybe it was because she was worried and afraid. She knew that her family was far from friends and not to talk about being a good family to each other, but she never expected murder to be the next thing on their minds. Why would they even try to kill Aidan, of all people? Was she going to be the next target? She was the new CEO after all. Should she be expe