Ryan pressed the elevator button and waited for it to open."It's only through Knox’s connection you can have access to our guy," Cooper said in Ryan's earphones."Is Knox done with the meeting yet?" "Yes, sir. He's currently in his office.""I got that." Ryan took a deep breath, after this man, he'll be left with one man then the damn assignment would be over.The elevator door opened and Ryan stepped in. He started to mutter his greetings to the woman in the elevator when he realized it was Brenda."What brought you here?" Ryan asked her."I came to see someone. You?" She asked, not really looking at him."I also came to see someone.""I guess you're back from your trip to Los Angeles," Brenda said, still not looking at him."Yes. I came back five days ago." "Um...good." "How have you been?" Ryan asked."Good. You?" "I'm fine too." "That's go

Ryan looked around for Knox. What's taking the man so long? He glanced back at Stephanie’s sister. “You have grown more rude too.” “If I were Stephanie, I'd have killed you a long time ago. If she did, you wouldn't have done the bad things you did to her.” “Cathy, are you here for this party or you're here to scold me?” Cathy’s mouth parted slightly, caught unaware. “You…don't you dare talk to me like that.”The corner of Ryan's lip curved in a smile. “I sincerely hope you will get lost and pretend as if you don't know me if you're going to continue talking rudely to me.” For all Ryan cared, this seventeen year old girl shouldn't talk to him like he was her chauffeur.There should be a difference between when he was Stephanie’s husband and now. Cathy seemed like she wanted to say something but she soon stormed inside, gnashing her teeth in anger.Knox came back a few minutes later. “Let's go in. I'm slightl

Ryan lit a new cigarette and took a long inhale. He let it out through his mouth. He pulled the blinds aside and stared outside. A woman was walking awkwardly in her long heels beside her almost—at least that's how it seemed to Ryan—nonchalant boyfriend who really didn't care if she was wearing slippers or not. Ryan took another drag. His phone beeped. He glanced at the bed deliberating if he should go check the message or not. He finally went to bed and took the phone. It was a message from his father. Slowly, he clicked on the message. It was a short message. Just an address and a date. Ryan dropped the phone and went back to the window. Now that he was done with the damn assignment, the old man was asking that they meet. What exactly is the man's deal? Ryan took the phone again and dialed his father's number. He tried to ignore the thought telling him this was the first ti

“Yes. That's his name. Anderson Harris is his name.”Ryan took a gulp from the alcohol. As much as he wanted to ask her to tell him more about Anderson Harris, he couldn't bring himself to do it. There are a lot of people with the same name in the world. Emmy must be talking about a different Anderson Harris.“So, Anderson didn't know I was pregnant with Bailey. Even now, I'm sure he thinks he has only one child.“Somehow, I got to know about the house he was staying away from home. I got a key to the house and I couldn't be more shocked at what I saw.” She took a gulp from the can. “There were a lot of shell casing. I sat down and counted them in the hope that he'd meet me there and explain what he was doing with all those bullets but he didn't come. There were about three hundred shell casing. “Fast-forward to a month later, he stopped coming home. I asked for a divorce since he couldn't give an explanation for any of his actions. He

“Mr Ryan.” A man dressed in an expensive black suit called Ryan's attention as soon as he got to the restaurant.“Yes…?” “This way, sir,” the man said and led him inside the restaurant.Ryan glanced around. He sighted a couple of men in blue suits, each having stern looks on their faces. He followed the man wearing black into the restaurant.The man waited at the door to the VIP room while Ryan went inside.His father was sitting at a corner of the room, a magazine in his hands.Ryan stared at his father. The man looked very old. The last time he saw his father, the man wasn't using glasses but now it seemed so. A noticeable part of his hair had turned gray too. From where Ryan stood watching the man, he could see the wrinkles now on his father's face.Mr Lopez raised his head. He slowly dropped the magazine in his hand and looked at his son. He tried to maintain a firm expression as he looked at how