“Is that lip—lipstick?” Sydney asks, her heart is beating very fast because it is obvious—it is a red stain on his lips and it can only come from a woman’s lipstick.“Um…” Daxon says, remembering where it came from and smirking at the thought. Michael rushes to his side with his suit and hands him a napkin to wipe his lips. Above the cloudless sky, the helicopter transporting the Prince of UAE soars in the air. Its metallic body gleams in the sunlight as it defies gravity by a rhythmic rotation of its rotor blades.“Whop, whop!”The pilot, who is seated in the cockpit, passes information to the security of “castle hotel” telling them to evacuate the area of landing. As the helicopter descends from the sky, the rotor blades gradually slow their rhythmic rotation, producing a whirring sound. Due to the magnitude of the blades, wind blows extravagantly as the helicopter makes a gentle descent to the ground. Daxon and the rest of the hotel staffs are dressed in their uniforms of light blu
A VIP room is prepared for Daxon to focus on his virtual meeting. He sets up his advanced technological gadgets where he begins to speak with investors who are interested in Bright group shares. Due to his messed up schedule, it’s only convenient to carry on the meeting through a zoom call.The VIP suite has a private balcony which offers a breathtaking view of the architectural surroundings of the hotel. The terrace is open and it allows a gentle, refreshing breeze to sweep into the room. The centerpiece of the hotel room is a plush, king-sized bed with fine linens and a multitude of plump pillows.Outside his hotel room, Matthew, who is supposed to be on late night cleaning duties joins Veronica, who leaves from a taxi and he sneaks her into the lodger's room.“Did you get any of them?” Matthew asks, looking outside for any by-passers.“Yes, I got them both. Are you trying to kill someone here? Tell me what you want to do with it before I hand it over.” She says.“It’s for your own
As Daxon wraps up the meeting with their new investors, his phone beeps and he picks it up. It’s Azura, and she is wondering why he hasn’t arrived at her apartment yet. “Hey, Azura.” He says, logging out from the call on his laptop.“I guess you are working late. I heard the Prince of UAE arrived much earlier than you expected. Is everything under control?” Azura asks.“Yes, it went perfectly, I’m sorry…I couldn’t make it to your apartment in time because of an investors meeting. I’m at Castle…I’ll pack up and…” “No, don’t.” Azura interrupts Daxon.“You have been working a lot today and I don’t want you to have to leave. I haven’t been to the castle hotel before. I don’t know why I have never had the time.” She says.“Well, you could come over and I’ll show you around. I also want to speak to you. It feels like everytime we try to talk, something or someone always steps in between.” Daxon says, remembering the mask event and how Veronica yanked Azura away.“Really? Will you give me
At the sound of the door, Veronica is confused on what to do. Daxon is still passed out, it could be anyone at the door and the longer she stays on the bed, the worse it gets. So, an idea immediately comes up in her mind and with that, she gets up from the bed, heading into the mini bar section in the VIP hotel room.She takes out a bottle of whisky, pops it open and fills it into two glasses. Veronica pours the rest of it into the sink and places the empty bottle on the floor. Again, she takes out a bottle of Rye whiskey and gulps from it to give the illusion that she drank. Veronica opens Daxon’s mouth and fills it with rum, flinging it to the ground and allowing it to pour. Taking off her clothes, she climbs back into the bed, throws her hair in disarray, smudging her makeup and closing her eyes.Outside the door, Azura is confused as to why Daxon is not answering. She has rang the alarm a dozen times but no response.it doesn’t make sense. Her piercing blue eyes are filled with wo
Daxon’s body becomes frozen momentarily, he stares at Veronica inprofound shock. His face turns pale, and his hands pass through his hair as he struggles to comprehend how she ended up here.Veronica jolts in fear and looks at him. Her mouth slowly opens as if she is as confused as he is. She faces Lewis and Sydney, lifting the sheets to cover herself while pretending to be oblivious.“Oh my goodness! What are you guys doing in our room? Daxon, do something!” Veronica says and he looks at her in confusion.“What are you doing here?” Daxon says, it is evident on his face that he doesn’t remember anything or understand why his ex-wife that he has no business meeting is present in his hotel room, on his bed.“What do you mean by that? We are on the same bed, in a hotel room, what else would I be doing here?” Veronica says and Lewis holds Daxon. The heir of Bright group closes his eyes trying to put things in order, why can't he remember anything?Daxon’s face is disconcerted with rage, h
“It can’t be! There is no way I allowed that woman into my room, Lewis. I don’t understand. I can’t remember anything. How is it possible that I even drank?” Daxon says. Daxon impatiently thrust his arms into the shirt's sleeves, he yanks it aggressively, as if the fabric is the one that offended him. The acrylic buttons of his shirt are fastened in a flash, causing him to strain against the buttonholes in defiance. With a frustrated huff, Daxon downs his head into his palms and sighs.Lewis walks towards him, confused as to what happened inside that hotel room. They return to his personal home because he needed to think straight without Veronica’s version of what took place. “Boss, take it easy. I know for a fact that you would never go back to your ex-wife. I also know that you do not drink excessively like that.” Lewis says.“Then, why do I not remember anything!? If I didn’t drink, why don’t I remember anything!” He says, getting up from the sumptuous, oversized couch that practi
“Sir, please calm down. We have to treat this matter with ease unless it could blow out of proportion.” Lewis says, placing a hand on Daxon’s shoulder to calm him down.“Yes, we need to think rationally.” Sydney adds.“Veronica did this for a reason. She is trying to trap me.” Daxon whispers, closing his eyes and thinking deeper into the situation.“After what you have told me about your ex-wife, I’m sure she is doing this because of your wealth. She wants to cause problems.” Lewis says.Daxon rises and stares at his assistants. At this point, he is angry, tired and frustrated. “I want a list of every cleaning person who was working on the Lobby tonight. You are right, I cannot begin to investigate while we are hosting the Prince of UAE. However, tighten the security and no one should be allowed into the hotel as a visitor.”“Only registered members with access cards.” Daxon says.“I will contact the head of the department now.” Lewis says but before he can start making a phone call.
It has been at least two weeks since the incident. Due to the presence of Prince Abu Dhabi in the castle hotel, Daxon isn’t able to conduct a thorough investigation about what happened. However, silently he had ordered Lewis to find information from the kitchen especially now that he is aware that his tea was drugged. Up to now, no sourceful information has come out.There was someone in that kitchen that played a part and who knows, there could be two people involved in it. One from the kitchen department and one from the cleaning department. For those two weeks, he blocked Veronica from ever contacting him and his bodyguards did the same thing.However, Daxon can’t say the same for Azura; they are working in the same office…a floor below each other but he cannot even get a word in. Azura has been evading him like a plague and because he has no memory of what happened between him and Veronica that night, he can’t even apologize. There is a heavy space in his heart that holds doubt.