Tori had received a confirmation message from her mother that her son was alright and that even by mere luck she couldn't explain, the TV and survived as well. She knew she would have to find a befitting punishment for him sooner or later, but decided to let him get off the hook that moment. Perhaps that day even. She had been too excited with her mother's kind words. Finally, she saw through her and was ready to accept all of her flaws. Sure working with Nathan had been risky and dangerous, but so was working elsewhere. She was on her way to her mother's room because she felt it would be nice to appreciate her efforts earlier when a phone all had stopped her abruptly. There was a hall that led to each rooms, a total of five. The first one was hers, and the second to the last, her mother's. She had chosen that room because she felt the most connected to a man she once used to love even though she would never tell her who the man was, but Tori wasn't ready to force her. There were gi
Tori realized what the phone call had meant. When she and Doris had spoken, she and Nathan! It had meant one thing and one thing alone. She had made her choice. Her mother had blocked off all calls, and had even said they dialed a wrong number. But seeing now that everything had been settled, she was going to have to leave for Ettavile. Her heart clenched into a tight fist of worry, and she wondered how it would feel to have to say goodbye to her son again. She was still thinking of the best way to act upon her decision when he walked up towards her, wrapping his hand around her fingers. "Hey mom," he said in a soft voice, and it dawned on her that they seemed deeper than they normally should. Her son was no longer the little boy she had always thought he was. He was looking more tall and less chubby than before, and there was this resemblance that had taken over his face that she just hadn't realized before. He looked more like her mother! "Hey baby," she said, lowering on her kne
Doris was quite astonished at the scenery before her. She had met with her husband, clearly announcing to him that she wanted to become part of a larger community, for both their sakes. And when they'd asked Tori about her opinion, she said it was worth a shot. Although it might bring suspicions, but if she was smart about it, she wouldn't have anything to worry about. She was in the room of a lady, madam Tasha, a well respected woman amongst the Queens and generally in Ettavile. Madam Queen's apartment was far more magnificent than any house she had stepped foot in, and there she was thinking their home had been exquisite. A lovely fragrance her nostrils picked from the living room had been something linked with rose flower mixed with lavender, and clearly it had been richly provided from the fancy flowers decorating the room. A lovely table holding a unique sculpture was placed in the center of living room. The furnitures had been molded just to attract beauty and colorful light
Doris got home that day, falling straight to the sofa, her bag thrown across the handle of the chair. "It's so tiring, Nathan." She groaned in frustration, and Nathan only stared in silence. He said nothing. He knew she would go on about explaining her tale with the fierce madam Tasha. Nathan was familiar with her as well, since he grew up with the Castiels.Minutes later after she had taken in moments to heave in the cold breeze, she began to tell her story. "She's on to something, Nathan. I could feel it in my guts." She said, and just like Nathan had speculated, his words came to past. "You were right. She's probably still working with Fernando," Tasha was a complicated woman, and it hadn't been a surprise that she had nearly lost everything when she defied a well reputable man years ago. At that moment, the man had been a mystery. But now, only a few days ago after a series of investigation, they realized that it had been the work of a powerful man no other than Fernando. "You'
With Tori back in the room, Nathan felt like everything was on its way to going back to normal. They had a better chance with people around them—good people around them.Tori was the first one to speak. "So, what have you guys come up with?" When she asked, all eyes turned and stared at her. "What? There has to be a plan some how?" There was a faint smile on Doris and Nathan's face, but it didn't last long. "It's a pretty risky one," Doris replied. "Besides the one you told me about joining the Queens? I don't think anything could be more dangerous." Doris frowned. "Minutes ago, you assured me that everything would be fine." "Well, what were you expecting me to say? I had to assure you and your husband, to keep your mind at rest. Obviously, this is a pretty dangerous path you're getting yourself into." "I told you so, Doris." Nathan said, angry at a thought he just couldn't comprehend. He was certainly right from the start, and it annoyed him that he had allowed his wife to even
Privilege and advantage are the same thing. Yet often we miss how they are formed from many small benefits that accumulate into large success. It is no coincidence that the brain develops in layers of neurones rather than by singular events, much the same way a house can be built of rows of bricks, hence it takes time to build a true sense of love and trust. Solid learning takes time and a steady, reliable environment. All of these ideas (privilege, success, trust, love and learning) are related because it is how we are wired. Hence in our world money brings the biggest privilege because it buys us the best environment; it is a chance to live in a pocket of plenty - plenty of love, food, water, shelter, family and such. And so the only true way to succeed as a person of privilege, as a person with the advantage of money, is to dedicate yourself to making this a world where everyone has their needs met, where everyone lives well and the "pocket of plenty" is expanded to include all. Hav
After Doris had spilled everything regarding their secret plan, Nathan felt for some reason that if he wasn't around, things would go fine between Doris and Tori. And he wasn't so wrong. They had settled their differences, and they were even glad they were together. But he, he only wanted to be alone by himself. Just as if he had spilled all of his mind to Tori, she walked over to him and sat with him. They had been so close and perhaps she feared that it would be a total waste if she let everything all go to waste. "Are you okay?" She asked him, and he thought for a while what his reply would be. He couldn't tell her exactly how he was feeling, that wouldn't make any sense at all. But all in all, he was truly glad that she was as back and there was no denying in that feeling.He stared to her, then said nothing at first, but decided to reply her. It would be a total waste if he didn't say anything to her. "Actually, I'm not. I don't understand a lot of things and I have really miss
Tori began to pour her mind out. "You told me that you knew nothing about it, why did you lie to me?" Nathan knew he couldn't his forever. Someday, he would have to tell her about it. He didn't even know exactly how to start. "It's...complicated." He said at last, after much consideration. "You like her, don't you?" Tori said, knowing fully well that her claims had been right. Nathan frowned. "What? I love Doris. I would literally put both you and her first before bringing Isla or anyone else. Why are you talking like that?" "Well, do care to explain what exactly is going on with that Isla then." She demanded, not in an arrogant manner but rather an inquisitive one.Nathan drew a heavy sigh. "Well, I was starting to trust Parker Ryan, but Isla made me realize that things have changed. I didn't get her at first but then it was starting to become glaring, Tori. Both Parker Ryan and Fernando, they have some sort of connection together. And Isla might be the key to figuring that out.