he elevator distracted

The elevator had opened, and she had walked out, feelin

the contract, he had wanted her to have access, warning her always to wear a nose

he stepped in, the familiar smell of him hit her sense of r

gs attached. It was so unfair she had to feel this way, and with dete

used to be gloomy and depressing until she couldn't

y touches to the room, she had design

disposing of everything she got

mbered his looks that day. There had been a glow of appreciation and warmth, though he had never mentioned

ork she had done. She picked up her phone and pushed out the luggage. All the

smile crept onto her lips as she gave the almost barre

off and taking the

walked away, her bag filled with money she had gotten from trading t

reached into her pocket,

espite the odd feelings she had earli

m," she said, stopping in her tr

ad is with me. California seemed perfect to start

ion leading to the charity. She intended to drop off the proceeds she got from

e across the street. She was about to cross her way to the newly built caf

she caught his lips twitching into a smile, it

broke at

ing up the house, Cal?" Emily aske

had never seen him laugh, not even the slightest twitch of his

e already moved on, laughing as if she never existed. Her eyes tried to scan further to see who he w

, finding it hard to voice an audible answer. "Cal

she blurted silently, tea

e wanted to do was cry. Wh

a faint whisper and thinkin

," Calista replied, stopping a taxi whi

"You booked a flight ticket

she said, ending the call to preve

the driver asked, ready to m

," she said, putt

n front of the building. She alighted, asking him to

Ranya's office, and just as the door was closing, someone s

asn't Ranya. He was someone s

t "wow" slipped through her mouth as an extremely extravagantly dressed la

der, and perfectly curvy. She looked li

ted with a nod. She pressed the last button, the one that house

ember or sibling. She co

and thick cologne. She must b

. To what extent was his discreteness that not even his family background was known on the inter

ely not doing that now. After all, he knew nothing about her ei

houghts, and she walked out, bowing slightly at t

ope in hand, to the secretary. "Arro

closed. With a slight smile, she walked towar

ton Villa

nal," Mr. Lewiston said angrily, as he stormed out of

early twenties, exclaimed, looking troubled and unab

ng lawyer son to inherit that company, are you?" Mrs. Carolyn Lewiston barked,

er for being in her mid-thirties.

nting his index finger at her. "Would you rather have him stay and do more har

causing you trouble, it's your son who changed his name and status to ridicule yo

ch your tongue!" Mr. Lewiston wa

se. I would rather die than have hi

rate living room of the villa. "You can sleep, party, and do your filthy acts over there. But don't return until the e

Fath

ing him from saying any further words. "Take whatever you wa