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.
Isla was silent. Her mind played far, wondering how the woman before her had gotten that information. Her voice, shrill and bold broke her off her thoughts. "What's on your mind, love?" "Stop calling me your love." Isla frowned, irked by the idea of a woman calling her with sweet name. She wondered if she was a lesbian sent to seduce her in some way, and what annoyed her was the fact that it had worked at some point of time in their dinner... Minutes ago before she had dropped the big bomb. "I never said, my love. I only said, love. I believe I can say whatever I want to say," she replied, enunciating properly on her words. Then she added, "love." Isla gritted her teeth in annoyance. But her anger was the least important thing to worry about at the moment. "How do you know about Trevor and I?" She asked, then stopped herself again from asking the further questions that might get her in trouble. "I mean, how... Why are you the one here and not Nathan?" "Well, for a start, I'd like
Isla puzzled on the thought long long enough, wondering what Tori had said earlier. She was at the door waiting anxiously. There was a lot on her mind, but it was in that moment that she realized that Nathan might had been even more important to her than Trevor's promise. Sure she wanted to fulfill his plans badly because of what she was going to gain, but she was starting to doubt whether any of what she was going to have to go true was worth it. If it was worth Nathan's hatred for her. It was too late now because she had a long day debating whether to go and visit or not.Just one knock and it would be all. She waited anxiously, her heart pounding inside her chest. When she thought she had stayed outside long enough, she decided it might be best that she just walk away but the door clicked open, and she saw him standing there just staring at her with a kind of disdain. Of course she couldn't tell whether it was a look or disdain or not, but he didn't look too excited to see her. "