Weston shakes his head. Coben must be crazy. Only a crazy person rambles like this. Or maybe, he could be drunk. Coben smiles at him. “Avoid him for the next two days. We all are coming after him and I don't want you getting in our way.” He smiles again and walks off. Weston is seething with rage as he storms to Santiago's room. Mad at himself for believing Santiago might be one of the Achievers, mad at himself for not wanting to believe it, mad at Coben for making him this way. Just as he gets to the door, he hears Lorette's voice, she seems angry with the pitch of her voice a bit higher than normal. “Chill, I'll tell him,” he hears Santiago say. “I'm going to tell him if you can't. How long are you planning to hide it?” He hears Lorette shout.“Look, I have a few things to sort out first. I swear I'm going to tell him when I'm ready. And, come to think about it, we are going to leave the campus pretty soon, what use will i

“It's this musician…Wesley, he's the one holding a concert tonight.” “Tonight?” This is just a few minutes past one.“Yes. I think the concert is by ten p.m.,” the driver says. “But…if he's holding a concert by ten p.m. isn't it too early for people to be gathering there. That's like eight hours plus before he comes.” The driver chuckles. “I guess you haven't heard about him.”“Is he some ancient musician?” Even from where the car is, Weston can still hear the shouts of people in front of the hall. The car moves a little further before it stops again. The driver chuckles. “He's not ancient. He's just twenty five years old.” Cool, right? A guy his age is causing a commotion in Atlanta and he (Weston) can't even keep his family together.“He's some musician who suddenly rose to fame two months ago and since then, he's been holding concerts around and people are running after him like flies.” Weston

The others seem to want to argue but clearly, Ivy's father has the final say on matters as the rest of the family follow him in. “So, why are you here?” Ivy's father asks when they are all seated. “I suppose even insane people don't walk about without a mission these days, so your brain must have suggested a seemingly good reason for you to be here.” Weston nods. He relaxes in his seat. “I came to get my daughter.” “You had a daughter? Do people who can't figure out their next meals have kids these days, forgive me if you're offended but back in my days, only men give birth, not babies who are still living off money they begged for.” “Honestly, Sir, I thought you should know better. You seem a bit old and knowledgeable,” Weston says. “I know a couple of rich people who don't dress according to their bank account.” “Well, I know a couple of them too. In fact, I know a lot of people who pretend to be rich because they think rich people