Ashton Pearce stepped out of Thomas’s office and then into the crisp evening air, his mind still whirled with the conversation that had just taken place back inside Thomas' office. The idea of a mythical flower with the power to heal the dying still remained in his thoughts, but there was something more—something that tugged at the edges of his memory, something he couldn't quite grasp.What was it? He wondered as he racked his brain for possible answers. The walk to his car was filled with a silence that felt heavier than it was supposed to be. The streets were very quiet, the city settled into the calm of the evening, but Ashton's mind was anything but peaceful. He wasn't calm at all. He got into his car, sat behind the wheel, and paused as he let ourt a breath and stared blankly at the dashboard. It wasn’t just the flower that troubled him. It was the thought of Elizabeth Cooper. He couldn’t deny that something about her had struck a chord in him, something he hadn’t felt in a lo
Ashton Pearce barely slept that night. He simply could not. His thoughts were rather consumed by the ashwagandha plant, by Elizabeth Cooper, and by the implications of what he was about to do. The more he thought about it, the more he felt an urgent need to visit the Coopers’ villa as soon as possible. He had to know more. He just had to confirm his suspicions.The following morning, luckily it was a weekend and so there was no work, Ashton got ready and prepared to visit the Coopers' villa. The nervous energy that coursed through him the night before had settled into something more resolute. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he adjusted his collar, he reminded himself that this was about more than just a flower and not necessarily that he wanted to see Elizabeth and had to take extra care in dressing to impress her. Ahem. But it was about the truth, about understanding the connection he felt toward this plant and, more importantly, how it was related to Elizabeth.By the time A
Angel’s sudden appearance was a welcome distraction, and Ashton found himself relaxing a bit. He didn’t want her to sense the toxic tension in the room, so he made an effort to be cheerful.As they all sat down, Hilary poured tea for everyone, and the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Ashton tried to focus on the small talk, but his mind kept drifting back to the ashwagandha plant and to the unanswered questions that had brought him here in the first place.After a while, Angel excused herself, saying she had some studying to do. Ashton watched her go, he felt instant guilt and regret that he couldn’t fully enjoy her company and it was all because of Myles. But his thoughts were too preoccupied.Once Angel was gone, the atmosphere in the room grew more tense. Myles, sensed an opportunity, turned to Ashton with a sly grin.
Myles didn’t know what to say. He looked down at his drink, the ice cubes clinked softly as he swirled the glass."It’s… complicated,” he finally said, his voice was low.“Complicated?” Laura repeated and then scoffed in disbelief, her tone was sharp. “Myles, this is Rebecca we’re talking about. You’ve been with her through thick and thin, and now you’re telling us it’s complicated? What’s going on?" She asked him.Myles sighed deeply, he could feel the three pairs of eyes of his friends’ stares on him.“You’re right. Things aren’t great. Rebecca’s… she’s changed. I don’t even recognize her anymore. She’s obsessed with....... something, and it’s consuming her. I tried to help, but she doesn’t listen to anyone.” he said letting it all out finally.Michael shook his head.<
Ashton sat on the edge of the bed, he rubbed his temples as he tried to shake off the exhaustion that clung to him like a second skin. The events of the past few days had worn him down to the bone, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep it up. As he sat in his bed, his thoughts went back to when he was still speaking with Elizabeth back then at the garden of the Coopers villa."The ashwagandha plant?" Elizabeth asked him as she watched him. Ashton scratched the back of his neck uneasily."I don't think you remember..." He trailed off as he looked away."Oh, I remember." She said and Ashton looked at her incredulously."Really?" He asked her. "You do?" He asked her and she nodded her head."I remember when you asked abo
Ashton sat at his desk, he was surrounded by books and notes. The soft hum of his laptop filled the room as he scrolled through pages and pages of information, his eyes busily scanned every single detail leaving nothing to be scrutinized. He had spent the entire morning and afternoon diving into his research, he was hell bent on and determined to find any mention of the mysterious flower that had been plaguing his thoughts. The ashwagandha plant was just too much in his mind for him to concentrate on other things.He had already exhausted the library's resources, he had tried digging into ancient texts and obscure journals, but the answers he sought were quite elusive to him. Now, he turned to the internet with hopes that somehow, just somehow, some hidden corner of the web might hold the key.The flower wasn’t just any ordinary bloom. This was the ashwagandha plant he was talking about. The plant with the ability to heal the sick but that didn't seem to be
Ashton gripped the phone tighter, the tone of the stranger's voice unsettling him. His eyes darted around the room, as if expecting someone to appear from the shadows. This wasn't the first time he'd been dragged into something cryptic and bizarre, but this was different. It felt... personal.“Ashton Pearce,” the voice repeated his name in that cold, detached manner. “You have something I want. But more importantly, you need me.”He felt a chill race down his spine."Why should I trust you?" Ashton countered, his voice hardening as he attempted to keep control of the situation. "You won’t even tell me who you are." He said reasoning.The voice chuckled, a sound that made Ashton’s skin crawl."Trust is earned, not given. And I’ll earn yours, eventually. But for now, you’re chasing the wrong leads, Ashton. The ashwagandha plant? It’s not what you think." He told him. Tb e strange v
That evening, Rebecca and Myles were having dinner when her phone buzzed. It was a message from Ashton: Can we talk tomorrow? I want to make things right. His message read. When she read it, she rolled her eyes as she looked to Mal who was happily eating his meal without any cares in the world. Lindsay showed the message to Mal, who nodded approvingly. "That's good. Maybe he’s coming around." He said as he put in some veggies into his mouth and began to munch away. Lindsay looked at Mal for a few moments before she let out a sigh. "I do hope so," she said, feeling a glimmer of hope. "I hate being at odds with him." She said. He was such a good person to her and she wouldn't appreciate it if what they shared was tainted for whatever reasons. They had their dinner and went to bed that night. Mal was okay with her going to see Nicholas. He was his friend too, but he wanted to see his girlfriend getting along with her employer and friend. After all, they both met and came to know each