"What did you just say?"It was only natural for Elisa to be confused. She had just been knocked out of one heavy mood to the other. It was quite a wild yet brief hurl. "Will you be able to do it?"Damien asked, carrying on the discourse, as though there was nothing much to worry about. It was at that moment that Elisa realised that he meant whatever he had said. He was not joking around. She knew too well also that she couldn't talk him out of it. His eyes were cold and unamused. The usual expression he would wear whenever he was not backing down. She felt thirsty at oncd. She wanted to drink something. She needed something to distract her for a while... or perhaps wash her throat. She couldn't ask him to order something yet. She had no idea why they had not ordered anything yet. She looked back at him. He was obviously waiting for her to say something. He had asked her a question, it was only right that she provide an answer. "Why would you kick them out all of a sudden? I mean

She walked briskly past him, almost knocking him out of the way. She didn't stop for a moment, nor look him in the eyes. She got into the elevator and pushed at the button of the floor she was headed to. He was still standing in the hallway, his back to her. She didn't seem to care. The elevator kept descending for a while till it got to the floor. The door dinged and was opened before her. When the door opened, she saw a man standing before her, his back to her. She didn't need to be told who that was. She should be stunned that he had travelled to that place without using the elevator, but she wasn't. It was as though she had really grown used to the magical attributes that Damien would exude. She stomped out of the elevator, flinging her body towards her office. She didn't for once turn to him. She didn't hear him come behind her. She didn't care either. She walked into her office and edged straight to her workspace. She got her bag and looked around for the last time. When she

"Is this good or bad?"Damien couldn't tell which of the answers to choose. It was hard for him to come to a conclusion. He was pacing her living room. It was already late in the night. And she had been gone from the living room since about twenty minutes ago. He had no idea what she might be up to. He didn't seem to worry about that much. He was only worried about himself. Worried about how he was going to handle this. "Should I feel happy or sad?"He wove the questions, hunting at the same idea. He didn't seem to arrive at the answer that he so wanted. He stopped pacing. "Why now? Why now that things are beginning to go out of hand? Would I be able to protect her?"He shut the doors of his eyes. To think that he was doubting himself was a slap across his own face. Yet he couldn't help but nurse it. He was being frank and realistic. "Can I be there for her when she needs me?"He asked another question spawned off the first. "It's already trouble enough being there for Jada. Now t

Allison threw her arms wildly at Damien in several ways, yet none of the strikes hit him. He was very graceful in the manner at which he avoided every of the attack. It was strange yet on point. Out of frustration, Allison wanted to adopt other severe measures, but no matter whatever she did, she just couldn't empty her rage on Damien. When she had gotten enough of the show, she staggered back. Damien stood up, dusting his collar. He looked peaceful, calm and unscathed. He was neither impressed nor flushed. "Is that all? Or is there anyone else who might want to give it a try?"None of the girls could tell why he was doing this. They couldn't even explain why he was there. What guts he had to show up! None of them could explain. And again, to think that he had visited them with Jada. Their confusions were raised to the power of hundred. "What are you doing here?"Mira attacked him. It was obvious in the faces of the girls that none of them was pleased with him. None of them feigne

Damien had made sure to be check the island for the last time to avoid any sort of jeopardy for the master plan which he had in stock. It was the D-day and he was standing at the Dock, staring at the super big cruise ship which was about to take off. There was Matthew standing on the deck of the ship, staring at him. Damien would look from one place to the other as though he was trying to confirm something. It was quite hard to tell what was going on in his mind. DO YOU THINK ANYTHING WILL GO WRONG?He asked in his thoughts. He waited for a while. He didn't get the response that he wanted. ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO SCREEN MY QUESTIONS? YOU WOULDN'T GIVE ME A RESPONSE?He pushed further. SHOULD I REGRET THE FACT THAT I LET YOU GO TO THE ISLAND SCOTFREE? IS THAT WHY YOU THINK YOU CAN ---~ why do you nag like a bitch, bro? can't you keep the fuck shut?! shouldn't you tell by my silence that nothing is going to happen? aren't you wise? shouldn't you be able to tell the difference? ~Da