Anastasia rushed into the building as Phils found a place to park. She checked her watch and smiled as she saw that she still had five more minutes before the bid session started. She was trying to pull out her folder from her bag and was not really looking at where she was going. She collided hard with someone and her bag went flying. The folder with the monogrammed initials of Paragon Height fell out of her bag. Embarrassed about her uncharacteristic clumsiness, Anastasia quickly bent down as she uttered hurried apologies to the man, she had collided with. He beat her to the folder though. He picked it up and handed it to her. “You need to be more careful, lady,” the middle-aged man said as he handed her the folder. Anastasia hastily thanked him as she caught a glance of the time, she was cutting it close now. She apologised for bumping into him, once again before she rushed off. What she didn’t really register at that moment because of her anxiety was that the man looked a bit f

Jason had to call his personal doctor to check on Millicent even after she calmed down. Liam and the staff didn’t find any intruders on the property. Nobody had seen anyone enter or leave the room long after Jason had left it. Not even Liam had seen anybody since he just got out of the shower when he heard the scream. “Mrs Monroe is doing fine physically. Just as the other doctor had said, she is fit enough to be discharged. The only thing she needs right now is enough rest and a serene environment. She doesn’t need anything that could stimulate her negatively or affect her mental health. If that could be taken care of; I am sure her momentary confusion will be taken care of in no time and she will be back to her normal self” the doctor said before he left. Jason immediately called Heinrich to ask about his health. He informed the older man that he would be over at his place to see him soon, and then he informed him that he would like for Isabella and Bo to come back now since they

Senator Cavendish was in a bad mood because of his long-term secret that was on the verge of becoming a public anecdote. He still had no idea how Anabella had heard about his secret child with his former secretary, but he had a very good guess. It must have been that bastard, who threatened him into selling his oil company and rig. Now he not only has his problems on hand but he also had to deal with the backlash that could arise from pissing off the businessmen who had been supportive of him during the election. Right after dealing with Anabella. She was his utmost priority at the moment. She had to be or things could turn really ugly. He could already imagine how his opponents would spin the story. Anabella wouldn’t tell him how she knew the county where his former secretary and his son were, but she had threatened divorce and that would be a very disastrous thing for Cavendish. He could even lose his senatorship. Which was unfair. He had sworn off having affairs after all! Hadn’t

Gunshots resounded methodically and fast as released pigeons panicked in flight and tried to avoid their fates. One by one, they dropped as each shot took the life of each of them. Helplessly and unable to help one another, the birds flapped their wings in an attempt to escape. Their majestic flight was no match for the bullets intent on cutting short their lives. One. Two. Three. Four. Five of them dropped miserably. Their wings were forever silenced from flapping. Some of them with the chance of letting out a last, agonised cry and others departed the world without a sound. The shooter paused for a moment and the last bird let out a triumphant call of celebration. A sound that was shortlived as it was cut short by the release of another bullet accompanied by a booming sound. Like a brave warrior, the bird turned in the air as if to keep flying. Then, it dropped. Joining the litter of dead carcasses on the grounds of the shooting range. “Your aim is as sharp as ever, Boss” Alejand

It turned out that the men with the extraordinary offer for the purchase of Paragon Heights are such busy men that they wouldn’t be available for the sale meeting. “They will be sending a representative though” Liam assured Jason. “I wish they could have added that information at first before I decided to tell the person with the other offer that we will not be doing business together,” Jason said anxiously as he tugged at his silk tie. He had a plain white shirt and suit pants on. Accessorised with $100, 000 Manolo shoes, a $75, 000 Patek Phillipe wristwatch and the customised tie; Jason looked like a man ready to bag a $6, 000, 000, 000, 000 sale but worry etched his face. He couldn’t sit still for long as he stood up abruptly from the head of the chair in the meeting room, where they had been waiting for the representative, who seemed to be taking his or her sweet time. Jason strode to the window, then turned back to face Liam and the others. “I mean, what if they changed their