Robert stood by the transparent door of the hospital's entrance and watched the downpour. It had suddenly switched from a gentle one to a rather violent and heavy one. He sighed in frustration as he thought about all that was going on. Liam and Raymond could only look at him, pity in each of their eyes. It seemed they couldn't comfort him no matter how much they tried.Just then, a young man of about thirty years walked out of the emergency unit, his hands in his white robe as he strode gracefully. Liam rushed to him immediately."How is he, doctor? He is fine, right?" Liam asked impatiently, eagerly waiting for a reply."Calm down, sir. Calm down. Are you Mr William's son? Or grandsons?" He asked calmly, his eyes moving from Liam to Raymond who stood just closeby.As if Robert heard him speak, he turned and rushed back to where his friend waited. Upon seeing the doctor, he rushed towards him, almost stammering as the questions came pouring in."Is he okay, doc? How is he doing now? C

Sophia graced through the doors of her parent's mansion with a little bag hanging over her shoulder. Her parents were so happy seeing that her overall expression and mood had changed for the better since Michael came back in to her life. She was no longer up in her room all day, sulking over Robert who wanted nothing to do with her. Her mother, Roseline rose from the cosy cushion and went to meet her little, precious angel."Ohh! My baby is back." She said with a beautiful, whole smile as she wrapped her hands over Sophia, taking the bag from her as she let her go. "How did your vacation go? You were with Michael, huh?" Roseline said slyly, throwing a flirtatious wink at her daughter."Mom!" She exclaimed with a laugh. "You don't have to be like this, you know. But I had a very good time with Michael and it isn't even what I would tag a vacation. But oh well, I enjoyed it.""But you were together for days snuggling and hugging and......" Roseline said in a mushy voice, holding the bag

Robert got back to the hospital at about 6pm in the evening. The sky was not dark, neither was it bright, but it was aesthetically beautiful and pleasant compared to the day Robert had just had. He alighted from his car, a dead tired look marred his long and handsome face. He sighed and went it. The hospital was beaming with sickening, bright lights everywhere. They made his head hurt. And it seemed like it had gotten a lot busier than when he had first gotten there earlier that day. As he approached the emergency unit, he looked around, searching for his friend, Liam and Raymond. But they seemed to be out of sight. They were simply gone. He sighed once more, his hands in his pocket as he pushed the door slightly open, wishing that things hadn't turned for the worst."You're finally here." Liam said as soon as he saw Robert, his voice trailing with relief. "Where the hell have you been?""I'm sorry, Liam. Today's just been...... " He paused and grunted in frustration, as he wiped hi

Jude breathed in and out in a laboured manner,his fists clenching in anger. Robert rubbed his back gently, trying to calm him down."Now you see why I didn't want to ask you anything? I was sacred that this would happen. I don't want anything to happen to you, please.""No, don't worry. I'm sorry, okay? That name just brings back a lot of bad memories. But I want you to know that those people are liars. Goddamn liars, I tell you.""Do you know who Mr David is?" Robert asked curiously, leaning in."Well, I do not. But if he's one of the Trendtones, then he's bad news. Mendev is one of them as well." He paused for a moment as he realized that Mendev was in fact, a dead man. "Or was.""That is new. Who are the Trendtones? What exactly are they all about? Mr David explained that they were a group of top business men who supported each other in the business world. And just now, you said I shouldn't believe a word they say. So who are they?""Like I said before, they are liars. Damn liars w

It was almost 1am that morning. A tall man obviously in his mind thirties, stood by the operating table. White lights from the bulbs above shining vigorously at what he was doing. His light brown hair shone radiantly under the light as he concentrated on his work. Obviously, he was a family man who had stayed late at work. On his left side of his coat, just on the breast pocket was a little print written "Dr. Ford Brian".The room was extremely large with many operating tables and human sized refrigerators pressed against each side of the wall. On the operating table where Dr Ford stood, was the body of 59-year-old Rick Mendev of the Mendev Group. His naked and lifeless body was being examined ."Hmmm. Interesting." Dr Ford sighed, looking at the hole that went through his right shoulder to his back. "How is it that he died of such a minor wound? No important organ was punctured in the process of the assassination, so how is he dead?" He moved towards where his head laid and examined