If there was one thing Sheila would miss when she finally left Abraham, it would be the highly standardized chef who was capable of cooking mouthwatering food that she could hands down describe as the best food she has tasted in forever. It was nothing compared to what the chef her family had used to cook and they had been described as the best in the industry at that time, apparently, it was a lie. The dinner was not going as bad as she imagined, well at least her father and Abraham had not gotten into any physical fights yet so she could call this a good sign for them. Nothing was going on at the table except for small talk, Abraham was fully focused on whatever her mother had to say and ignored the rest at the table_ although Sheila knew this was a chance to initiate some kind of talk with her father, she just could not bring herself to. The moment she opened her mouth to say something to him she would get all tongue tied and then she was back to square one, mindlessly picking at
“So, Mr. Hockings, how is business going with the lawyers?” Abraham asked.“Fine,” Mr Hockings grunted out with a shrug.Abraham raised a brow at him, “Oh really, but my lawyers are telling me something entirely different.”“And what could that be, Connor?” Mr. Hockings countered, narrowing his gaze on Abraham.“You know, my lawyers will only be able to help you if you allow them to,” Abraham stated casually.Mr. Hockings tilted his head to the right to look at Abraham properly, “I never knew you were this interested in my involvement with the lawyers, Connor. I don't know if I should feel honored to know this fact.”Abraham chuckled, “I will not try to stop you if feeling honored is how you think you should feel but I will not impose any feelings on you, Mr. Hockings. And of course, I think I should be concerned with your attempt to get back what has been confiscated from your family, aside from the fact that it happens to be my lawyers you are making use of it also is of great impor
“Just because we have been reduced to this you think you can joggle us around anyhow,” Mr Hockings spat out with spite, pushing up to his feet, the sound of the chair legs scraping the ground made Sheila flinch.“I wouldn't have to joggle you if you weren't anything but a piece of shit, Hockings,” Abraham mocked, making no attempt to get up from his seat but Sheila noticed that he does not look as relaxed and cocky as he usually does.To Sheila's surprise, her father does not lash back in response to what Abraham had just called him and instead he threw his head back and barked out laughter. His laugh echoed through the entire room.“You should not be so confident, Connor, because in case you fail to admit it you are going through the same destructive path as I am and soon you will be played just like we were,” Mr. Hockings said icily, his eyes narrowed into slits and a strange smile spreading over his lips.“You think I would be the one to scramble to Thompson,” Abraham said in awe,
Mrs. Hockings nodded and with one last smile she twirled around preparing to leave with her husband but was stopped when her daughter called out,“Mother, wait, I will go with you,” Sheila said hurriedly, pushing to her feet with a forced smile and without even sparing a glance in Abraham's direction she rushed over to her mother and led her out. The moment the dining room door closed behind Sheila and her mother and they were both in a safe distance away from the door, Mrs. Hockings immediately began firing questions,“What happened? I thought dinner would not be ending until after the desert, that was what Abraham said, what changed? Why is your father angry? Did something happen, okay something definitely happened but is your father okay? Did Abraham say something wrong to him, Is that why he is angry?” Mrs. Hockings suddenly gasped as an idea dropped into her head, “Hopefully your father did not say anything to annoy the host, did he? Did he pick a fight with you? Did_,”Sheila g
Sheila was grumbling things under her breath as she stormed past the open door and down the long hallway where she had just passed through with her parents not quite long ago. Her parents had finally left, not long after her father had whispered in her ear that she should take down Abraham Connor no matter what. At least her father and her were back to having something that joined them back together. She pushed the door to the dining room open and stormed in, not surprised to still find Abraham there but she was surprised to find him seated in his seat eating peacefully like he did not just humiliate her family.“Oh, you are back,” Abraham said, his voice booming through the entire room. He took his gaze away from his food and looked up at her with a sly grin, his eyes glittering with mischief.Sheila watched him for some second, trying to find any sign of the anger she had seen in his eyes while he was speaking with her father moments ago but there was nothing but pure mischief in h
“But you should know me by now, Sheila. I would not do anything to anyone except they are totally deserving of it.”Sheila folded her arms over her chest and huffed in annoyance trying to understand the point he was making, “And what did my parents ever do to you?”Abraham shrugged, “Well for starters, your father was the definition of a rude man that needed to be reminded of his place, did you see how he walked into my abode with his head up high like he owned the place,” he scoffed, a flash of the earlier anger in his brown eyes.Of all the things Sheila had been expecting him to say, that was the last thing she had expected him to say. She just could not bring herself to believe herself to believe that the reason Abraham had lost his temper and his cool was just because of how her father had walked in. A part of Sheila knew that her father's walking step had nothing to do with what happened today.“But_,” she began to speak going with the first thought that dropped on her mind, to
1Keith stood by the entrance of the room watching Camila hum loudly an unfamiliar tune and moving around to gather the papers she had lingering around the corners of the house, barely noticing him. He folded his arms over his chest and smiled at the love of his life, yes it felt right calling her that but it was still unfair to Camila that he has not said anything about it to her concerning his feelings for her and he was beginning to think Camila would get tired of waiting for him to let out his feelings one day and dump his sorry ass_ but knowing his girlfriend, he was certain Camila would do nothing close to dumping his ass and the worst she could do was to confess her feelings to him before he got an opportunity to and for a particular reason he was keen on not letting her beat him to a confession. “What an interesting tune you are humming.” He said after some moments of leaning against the door frame watching her like a creep. Surprising, Camila doesn't flinch at the tone of h
The day went by faster than Keith could imagine and it was one of the days he treasured and strived for as he was looking for many more opportunities to spend as much time as he could with Camila without having to worry about all the external worries. Although today was spent lazing around with Camila, he counted it as a blessing, because it helped him relax and for once forget about all his worries. He glanced down at sleeping Camila nested in his eyes and smiled. Her lips were pushed out into a cute pout and she kept on mumbling words he could not quite pick out under her breath but from what he picked out and the way she kept on sighing deeply in her sleep he could tell that her sleep was quite peaceful and worry free, something he wished and longed for these past few days but it had proven quite difficult for him. His sleep these days has been quite short and most of the time close to nothing, most times he was forced to jolt out of his sleep from bad dreams that would have him h