Ric turned to face his mother with a look of oblivion in his eyes. "It's Dylan." He points his finger in his direction.They saw Natalie tucking her hand into his and dragging him out of the mansion onto the pouch, they stood there. His height condescending to Natalie, she gulped scrubbing her hair and pulled it off."Thank you.""For what?" Dylan knowing fully well as she thanked him wanted to be specific. He stepped closer to Natalie. "I did not sign the divorce paper, as you wanted," Dylan said."For saving me!" She evacuated the last word.Dylan chuckled and stepped closer this time they were only breathing apart."There's a tag on your shirt. Don't rush downtime."Natalie with a fluttering heart swat his hand away. "Don't think your call saved me.""Stop being dramatic, you just said I saved you." Dylan had a playful smirk on his face."Your father really cares about you. You should meet him, at least when he's least alone." Dylan edged towards the staircase.Natalie wandered aro
Mr Dorogo picked one image with his right hand and the other with his left hand as he compared the two images in his hands. He gave Mr Turner a quick glance, then he paused his lips and nods."If we want to land the new Stone City project we would need to meet face-to-face with the new mayor." He dropped one card and picked another from the table. "When does the nomination period begin?" "The floor leaders of the leading and opposition parties are waiting for your call, sir." Mr Dorogo studies the images while one of his workers announces."Is it not my money they're waiting for?" He licked his lips.The officer couldn't look Mr Dorgo straight in the face."They won't give the project to a different company after getting your money right?" Mr Turner said, entertaining his fingers together and getting into the frame with Nr Dorogo."Do you know why you must be careful when you spend other people's money, Turner?" Mr Dorgo raised his head, stealing a quick glance at the man's profile.
Mr Bush check in with a receptionist three minutes before the appointment time and try not to let the last-minute arrival bother him.Mrs Debbie is already anxious and impatient It is overshadowed by the fact that Dylan was not there and she tries his cell again, but gets only voice mail."That bumper had swayed us." Mrs Debbie sounded mean.The secretary that came their way has a flat chest and acne scars pitting her cheeks and jowls, the sort of woman who has become mean just to survive."Please, come inside, we're sorry for keeping you out." She was too nice that she got a red cheek from Mrs Debbie.Dylan's eyes rammed through the crowd, he checked his wrist, now that everyone was busy meeting their class it seems an opportunity for him to sneak out."I thought we would meet today at the bar." Mr Turner trudged Dylan's shoulder.Dylan turns to face him with a sly look. "Let's have a drink, Mr Turner." Dylan ignored every line of words said by the man.Mr Turner turns to the side. "
Mr Turner's gaze locked on the thick wall that was illuminated by the light from the street he then turn to Dlyan wondering whether that sound is coming from him. ''are you sure of what you're saying?"Dylan gave a quick nod to what the man asked. He couldn't be any surer than he was at the moment, he was bathed and humiliated then tossed at like he didn't matter. He stepped forward. "I was not having moustache around youth when I mattered it."Mr Tuner finding sass in Dylan's sentence chuckled lightly. "You might need to get your feather to believe that, he thinks you have outgrown the air on your face and won't let you anywhere close to being the head of his conglomerate." Dylan stepped back, rubbing his hand slightly on Mr Turner's shoulder. "I will take care of this."The assured answer made the man raise his shoulder as he stepped up to the back of his steering wheel and revved the car. Dylan was now quiet on the only walk along the street of Melbourne, Melbourne was quite fast
Mr Turner's gaze locked on the thick wall that was illuminated by the light from the street he then turn to Dlyan wondering whether that sound is coming from him. ''are you sure of what you're saying?"Dylan gave a quick nod to what the man asked. He couldn't be any surer than he was at the moment, he was bathed and humiliated then tossed at like he didn't matter. He stepped forward. "I was not having moustache around youth when I mattered it."Mr Tuner finding sass in Dylan's sentence chuckled lightly. "You might need to get your feather to believe that, he thinks you have outgrown the air on your face and won't let you anywhere close to being the head of his conglomerate." Dylan stepped back, rubbing his hand slightly on Mr Turner's shoulder. "I will take care of this."The assured answer made the man raise his shoulder as he stepped up to the back of his steering wheel and revved the car. Dylan was now quiet on the only walk along the street of Melbourne, Melbourne was quite fast
Mr Bush check in with a receptionist three minutes before the appointment time and try not to let the last-minute arrival bother him.Mrs Debbie is already anxious and impatient It is overshadowed by the fact that Dylan was not there and she tries his cell again, but gets only voice mail."That bumper had swayed us." Mrs Debbie sounded mean.The secretary that came their way has a flat chest and acne scars pitting her cheeks and jowls, the sort of woman who has become mean just to survive."Please, come inside, we're sorry for keeping you out." She was too nice that she got a red cheek from Mrs Debbie.Dylan's eyes rammed through the crowd, he checked his wrist, now that everyone was busy meeting their class it seems an opportunity for him to sneak out."I thought we would meet today at the bar." Mr Turner trudged Dylan's shoulder.Dylan turns to face him with a sly look. "Let's have a drink, Mr Turner." Dylan ignored every line of words said by the man.Mr Turner turns to the side. "
Natalie shrugs her shoulder and falls into the sofa with a concerned look covering her face. Her features were cowering out."Please don't tell me we're going to live in the street as bummers." Wayne clicked her tongue.Ric sat on the sofa his ankle crossing his knees and his finger tapping his chin at the most unpredictable event in their life."We should at least appeal," Francis suggests dropping the file on the desk and stepping towards Mrs Debbie.Mrs Debbie had her hand wrapped around her chin with an unusual look."What kind of appeal do you suggest?" Ric said adjusting himself in the seat and setting his heart to Dylan mouthing. "Getting rid of the useless son-in-law, what is the need of keeping a vegetable."Dylan looked Ric up with a smirk. "What is with the sneer, keep your head down.""All of you shut up!" Mr Bush clasped his hand on the table adjoining every.Dylan looked at the floor so that they didn't notice him, he hide the fact that he is lying about his whereabouts
The heat was unbearable. . .Dylan felt a bead of sweat slowly dripping down his neck and sacrificed itself through the cotton confine of his already damp polo shirt. He strategically fanned a piece of paper at his face looking up at the clustered sky, the last thing he wanted was for rain to fall, his whole body seemed to be melting. Hours later wind whistled across the city, the sky screamed of darkness and thunder rant aloud. Shortly after the water starts to dribble, Dylan rushed into Crescent's company, his hand covering his head, drenched in rain he hung his cloak on the rack and stepped forward to the lobby. His eyes scanned around. "I told you, Francis, didn't I tell you it was Dylan I saw." A voice teased. Francis gives Wayne a silly look and set down his glass on the table by his left. "You're the new janitor?" The ladies laughed, handing the mopping stick and bucket to him. Dylan gives the familiar woman a bitter look while he hung his head at the menacing loo