Natalie, who sat beside her, squeezed her hand with a smile, kissing it.“Everything will be fine, Rora.”Lut turned to her as the car moved out of the Rick apartment offices, his smile lighting up the car that seemed to be in a sunken state.“Let's get you a lawyer, Aurora. You're not only going to win this case, you're going to raise some dust that has been going on in the business world for some time now.”Aurora was pleased, and at the same time, she was not.All she had ever wanted was to further her career, make enough dough to retire, fall in love, and live a fulfilled life. Those plans never included getting worked up in a case with a man who had almost harassed her.Was she ready for the attention and the disturbance that was going to come with the case?She bent her head worriedly, wanting nothing more than her bed and the softness of the rug in her sitting room beneath her feet.*At the office of Zachary, the man who represented the Chain Chain consortium in legal matters,

He heard his father's sigh over the phone, and at that moment, he wondered if everybody was against him going to the police outrightly. “You did good, son. You did well. I've heard about Dylan Rick, but seeing it happen to someone I've seen in my company is just ridiculous. Have you informed director Edward?” That was where Lut knew he had made a huge mistake. He had taken everything upon himself, handling the case without even telling his superiors. They had a right to know. But to him, it wasn't his fault. It had happened out of the blue, and he knew that if he hadn't acted as quickly as he did, Dylan Rick would probably be in his home, eating with his supposed wife and kids. “No,dad. It happened all of a sudden, most of the time, I didn't even know what I was doing. I'm sorry.” His father's reply was reassuring. “No, son, don't apologize. You did so well. You represented the company just as I would've wished it

Aurora shook her head again, leaving the sitting room with the hope to get a hold of herself before she did something she was going to probably regret later on.*“Good morning director Edward.”Director Edward sat across from him, his face a sign that everything, indeed, wasn't alright.And Lutenant James knew why.The director of the consortium where he worked had called him quite a number of times the previous day, but he had ignored all the calls.He knew it wasn't right, but he had had a very long day, and to him, he deserved some form of rest, even if it involved him ignoring the calls of one of the most important men in the company.Now, however, he wondered if he was wrong. Maybe, he should've picked the call.“Good morning Mr Lutenant. Such a lovely day, isn't it?”Nodding, Lut sipped the coffee that had been given to him by the company kitchen staff. There were cookies on his plate, and he wanted to eat them so badly because he had left his house without breakfast, but he al

And with those words, he left the table, opening the door and waiting, while an officer let him out, before proceeding to escort him to his cell. When director Edward turned to him, Lut's first impulse was to duck. He had never seen the man so angry. Whatever relationship that he and Dylan shared, it had been deeper than he imagined. But to him, it was just a testament of how men could bend to change the truth. For him, he didn't care about friendship and believed in doing the right thing. “Lut, I'm highly disappointed in the way you've handled this matter, and I'll see to it that your father is told about your character once he's back from Washington. Do you know what you've brought upon the company with this action of yours? We don't need this kind of publicity.” Lutenant didn't reply. To him, it was good publicity. A company defending its worker and making sure that justice was served. What more did the director want? To

“Look, I'm sorry, Ariel. I only want what is best for us. We're getting married soon, we need to have something bigger than just my agency and your salon skills. Don't you think so?” She glared at him in anger, then shook her head. “Things sort themselves out, Richard. It was always going to be alright in the end. You know this. The fact that you still decide to act as though finances were more important than I was was glaring. It was that bad, Richard.” Richard smiled, nodded and then made a move as if to touch her. She stood up, and then grabbed the tray that contained her breakfast, eyebrows narrowed in anger. “Don't, Richard, don't. Apologize properly. I deserve that. If we're going to do this, then you need to treat me better.” With those words, she left the dining room, leaving him to himself. He turned to Mrs Johnson, who sat in the next room, the sitting room, watching television but had certainly observed everything that had happened. Turning away from her in anger, he