The next morning, Weston is drying his hair when his phone turns on on the table. A message pops up and the screen light goes off. Still cleaning his hair, Weston takes the phone to check the message. He hisses. It's from his brother.Those two will really not stop sending him messages? He already has like a hundred messages from his brother and two hundred from his sister even though he checked his sister's yesterday. He clicks on his brother's just to see what the fuck the man is sending. He scoffs. Most of them are shitty motivational stuff and a few invitations to some shitty parties. He navigates from the message app. He drops the phone on the table and resumes drying his hair. Wait a fucking minute. Weston grabs the phone again. He checks the last message. It's an invitation as a VIP to an exclusive party that the governor is organizing with his wife to celebrate his new house. The party will start by eight p

His phone rings. It's a call from Lorette. He can't explain things to her right now. He hangs up and sets the phone to airplane mode. The car pulls inside the gate, the security men by the door bows until the car drives past them. Right beside the white magnificent hall where the party is taking place, Weston can see a lot of expensive cars parked. Just looking at it, Weston knows for sure this is a kind of party that's meant for the governor. Like, really, the cars seem to be competing which is more expensive than the other. The cab pulls over to the curb and Weston gets out of it with Santiago. Santiago can see the cabman looking at him with some kind of ‘hey, had no idea you're some rich folk ‘ look as he pays the man. “I had no idea graves are this. I'll love to be buried here when I die,” Jose mutters, looking around the quiet place. Weston chuckles. They both stride to the door. The man at the door isn't armed, Weston is still growing relieved seeing this when he sights th

Jose takes a sip from the wine. He glances around. Weston is still nowhere in sight. He sighs. What the hell is going on? He has no idea why Weston brought him here but he sure as hell knows this isn't some funeral party. Not with all these people on the dancefloor and the air filled with a lot of cologne that cost as much as all the clothes lower classes can buy in their lifetime. He takes another sip from the wine. The corner of his eyes catches the girl sitting opposite him staring at him again. It's weird. She's been doing that since she came to sit with him. Well, she's his type of girl with her long brown hair. He can't really tell if there are makeovers on her face, but if there are, they are moderate. And, he kind of likes her lips. Everything about her features are his type but her staring at him like she's seeing into his soul creeps him out. He clears his throat and she immediately looks away. He glances at the dancefloor

As far as he knows, not just anyone can be invited to a party like this. Weston must have gone extra length to get the invitation here. Jose sighs. He resumes walking. He gives Weston a punch in the arm as soon as he gets to him. Weston groans. “You should have given me a heads up,” Jose says. “What? She didn't want to meet you?” Jose shakes his head ‘no’. “I bawled my eyes out when I met her. I was hoping to look the part of a cool man when I meet her.” Weston chuckles. “You're okay, for real?” Jose nods. “Yeah. She even got me a wife.” Weston gasps. “I asked her out. We're going on a date tomorrow.” “Hey, chill.” “If she likes me, we can get married tomorrow.” “Why are you talking like you're going to die soon? There is a lot of time. Take it one step at a time.”Yeah, he's dying soon. And the least he can do is to make his mother happy before he dies. “

Weston taps on the window to the black tinted car waiting for him a few meters outside the campus gate. The door opens and Weston goes in. “Been a while,” Liam says from the driver's seat. “Sorry I had to call you in the middle of the day. You must have been busy.”“You could call me in the middle of the night and I'd gladly walk around nakedly if that's your request.” Weston chuckles. “I don't think there is any reason I'll ever have to do that.” Liam smiles. “What do you want to ask me?” Weston clears his throat and looks at Liam for some seconds before looking out through the window. “Why did you create this group?” “Why…are you asking all of a sudden?” “Nothing, really.” “Well…you heard about what the other groups want from their groups?” “What is that?” Weston asks, hoping the look on his face is curious enough to convince Liam that he has no idea what he (Liam) is talki