Ciara sat in her office, patiently waiting on her Secretary, Sheila's arrival. She checked her time for the umpteenth times, it's only ten minutes left until Sheila's arrival. Ciara had all the day to herself, it's only half an hour before dusk and Gerald had taken Herzl out as usual, It's only until after dusk before they returned. She had promised to come pick him up from school, but it skipped her memory —or maybe she couldn't, due to lots on her desk; she had asked Gerald to make it up to Herzl on her behalf.Instead of staying idle, Ciara decided to keep herself busy with the newspaper one of her staff had left for her earlier that morning. Since the past few months, Ciara had preferred reading the newspaper articles than listening to digital news or checking them up on her mobile.Several minutes had passed and the soft few taps on the door snapped Ciara out of her reading state as she raised her head, fixating her gaze on the door.“Come in…” She lazily answered, her gaze stil

The long ride was slow and as well as a quiet one too. Ryan sighed for the umpteenth times, unable to fathom the reason behind his never-ending sigh. Of course, he had many reasons for his continuous sigh, but he could not pinpoint which one of it was gnawing at him.Though his mind and thoughts seemed to be in fuzzy, he managed to force his focus on the wheels —he couldn't repeat the same mistakes twice and this time, he might not be lucky enough and might lose his life. Ryan did not want that to happen to him once again, he dreaded the thought of it. He had almost seen death once —he won't face it this time.He's currently facing a lot, but losing his life shouldn't be the thought on his mind. His mother —he had stressed her enough with his continuous and never seems to end escapades lately, should he add more to it? No, right?In times like this, Ryan wished he could turn the hand of time and go back to those days —particular the day he started to go astray; the day he started turn

They both watched Sheila leave in silence and after a few minutes, Ryan stood up from his seat and walked over to the office's window with his hands intertwined behind him. He stood by the window, staring outside, his gaze was on the vast parking lots.He silently watched Sheila walked majestically towards the red kia amongst the rest of the cars, hopped in and drove away and out of the company's premises, the tires screeching for a few seconds against the tiled floors.“She seems like an interesting Lady to me.” He began, breaking the awkward silence between them since Sheila had left. “—and she also has good eyes for business, I could say. She is good at negotiations and talking her way out, I like her spirit and aura too.”“Yeah, I know. She seems to be the type with a noticeable presence.” Miriam said, admitting to Ryan's observation, her gaze on his back view. “I had thought she's a business owner with the type of aura she possesses, I was surprised she's just a personal assistan

“Did you inform them about the meeting, as I've asked of you yesterday?” He asked her, searching through his drawer frantically.“I do, sir…" Miriam's reply was short and plain, nodding her head positively but at a slow pace. “I wrote them a group text, and they all replied to it, but still, I'll send a brief reminder when it's almost the time.”“Thank you, Miriam,” he said with a sigh of relief, finally locating the document he had been searching for. “It's important that everyone is aware and prepared for the meeting.” He smiled warmly at her, appreciating her diligence and attention to detail.He did not tell her anything about what's needed to be at the meeting, but Miriam was sure it was because of the previous day incident —the anonymous company that was interested in becoming a shareholder with them and their tempting offer. Her boss rarely calls meetings and even if he does call one, he never showed up; always leaving them to decide the fate of the meeting and expecting feedb

“I'll be back from work later than usual today, don't stay up late if I don't come back early.” Ryan told his mother, as he made to pick his briefcase. “I'll be spending a couple of days here with you, I feel really empty living alone in that big house —it's scary, something.”His mother smiled, relieved that he was going to stay with her for a while. “Of course, dear. I'm always here for you,” she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “During the weekend, we can go to the park and enjoy the beautiful autumn scenery.”“My schedules are tight these days, and I'll be working during the weekend too, I can't promise you that.” He replied to her slowly, politely turning her offer down.Mrs. Lerman did not bother to reply as she was trying to conceal the surprise she felt, her gaze solely fixated on her son. She was happy to have her son at her home, even if it was for a short while. She hoped that they could spend some quality time together and catch up on each other's lives.Ry