Three days was a long time waiting,still it was how long was needed to get the phone back. For Lizzy she never thought at first that it could be a lot, it was three whole days of pacing the apartment in anticipation and anxiety, three days of snapping at her mother, and calling the repair shop every few hoursEvery hour without the phone felt like time closing in on what could as well be the answer to a huge puzzle.Not forgetting the fact that Katrina’s voice still haunted her, there had been that breathless urgency, and a whispered warning in the way that she had spoken that day and without any choice Lizzy replayed that call so many times in her head she could recite it word for word.Katrina never called again, she apparently had fulfilled her own side of the script that included paying Lizzy back for her hospitality. Katrina by this time was miles away from all of this drama but now Lizzy stood in the suffocating heat of the repair shop, her hands jammed in her jacket poc

Lizzy didn't stop pacing around the room as her heart kept beating frantically. It didn't help that Katrina still wouldn't pick up the damn phone. She was acting rather irrational as she wanted to know if what she was saying was right about the message. “You are going to miss your flight. " Her mother started stepping close. “I don't care if I miss it, isn't this more important?" She was thinking in quite a different way, her mind remained puzzled. “How?" She muttered again. “Maybe it is just a coincidence and you are over thinking." “No. I am sure it is not…I know what I saw." It was obvious, she was staring right at it and wouldn't accept the fact that she could be mistaken. There was no way. She stood near the window bracing the frame as wind blew through the wood, gliding through her hair. Deep in her heart, she thought about the impact all of this had, and she didn't want it to be real. But it looked certain, too certain that she shut her eyes and opened them again, h

Morning came, but it didn’t feel like any of those mornings that Andrew wanted, as the night before had left him with so many questions, most of which held his heart captive in a mess. For him, the hours that followed last night were a blur, one part of him felt it never happened, and the other part felt so surreal. Sleep hadn’t found him as he'd spent the night right there on the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling, listening to every tick of the clock drilling into his subconscious mind. That man’s voice still rang in his head. He still had so many questions unanswered, questions like why had he called him 'Boss'. The word wouldn’t leave his head. It wasn’t just the word, it was the way the bastard said it. It was like he knew Andrew. Like he wasn’t lying and that look in his eyes, that certainty, it was worse than any accusation. It was all down to the fact that he looked like a fool in all of this. Andrew sat up slowly, dragging a hand down his face. His eyes were as he reach

With a deep sigh, Lizzy sat curled up on the edge of her bed, knees pulled tight to her chest. The curtains were drawn, shutting out most of the daylight, but a thin orange glow still shimmered in through the cracks, painting faint lines on the floorboards. For some reason, Lizzy felt lost. The air in the room felt heavy, and awkward. Anyone could have heard a pin drop with how quiet it was, it had been five good days since she got to know that Andrew was the CEO, but to make matters worse, she didn't know how to deal with the news. Her phone lay silent on the nightstand, the black screen staring back at her, with no new calls or new messages from Burke telling her that he had answers. In a way, just that alone made her furious. She couldn't help the feeling of frustration it gave her but what could she do? To make it worse, that silence that filled around the room screamed louder than anything else. She’d checked it so many times her thumb ached, hoping for something that nev