Cathy leaned forward. “You're going to be the heir, no decision can be made without you, isn't it? Maybe you approved it absentmindedly?”Moise ran his fingers through his hair. He shook his head. “I didn't. Amber has the authority to make decisions without needing my approval.”Cathy's heart squeezed. She knew that what happened at that meeting had only further ruined her reputation in Amber's eyes. Cathy gripped Moise's free hand across the table. “You have to help me out, Moise. Please, this contract is very important to me, you know that. You remember what I said at my family's last gathering? They wanted to impeach my father and me, our connection with your family was what kept them at bay, please, they mustn't get a whiff of this. I have to make things before they suspect anything.” Her hold on his hand tightened. “I need your help, Moise.” Moise curled his fingers around her hand. “I'll do something about it," he assured her. "When did you say you got the termination notice a

“How was the class?" Vanessa asked as she stopped beside Neal's desk and waited for him to pack his books.“Immersive, as usual,” Neal answered. He slung his bag over his shoulder. “How was it for you?" He asked as he began to walk to the door. Vanessa immediately sidled up next to him.Vanessa's shoulders went up in a shrug. “Not bad, I guess. I like that everything was practical. You can actually see how the theories would work in real life and complex business situations or crises.”"And that's exactly what we need. A bunch of theories without any idea of how they'll help society is a bunch of rubbish.” Just as Neal finished speaking, his phone rang out in his pocket.He retrieved his phone from his pocket and frowned at the unknown number. Though Neal knew that with how the Nelsons' last meeting had gone, there was a very slim chance that Cathy would have the guts to call him again, he still hoped that it wasn't her. He swiped right to answer the call.“Good morning, sir. My name

Just as she turned the doorknob, her stomach made a weird sound reminding her that she hadn't put anything in it since the light breakfast she had taken in the morning.She was tired and starved. She stepped into the house and was disappointed that she wasn't met by the sweet aroma of the delicious meal that would have been waiting for her if only-Her thoughts broke off. If only Neal had been there. At the thought of him, there was an influx of memories of all the nights she had arrived from work, late and tired like this one. On such nights, Neal would always be awake, waiting for her. The moment she stepped into the house, he'd take her bag, usher her in to take a bath after which he'd serve her a delicious meal that would immediately allay her worries. While she ate, he'd ask how her day went and tell her how he hoped that work hadn't been so stressful for her and how he'd be willing to help in any way he could. Somehow, she missed it all. His presence. His care. His meals. And th

Cathy was desperate. Her presence would only cloud his mind with her desperation and the pressure she'd exert on him to get the contract sorted and fulfill his promise. He didn't even have the means to do that nor does he have any idea how to.To be able to fulfill his promise, he needed Amber's support and acceptance as the heir. To get that, he needed to get Neal out of the way. And to get Neal out of his way without anyone suspecting him, he needed a clear head to be able to think. Stepping away from Cathy's family drama would make him able to think beyond the things she wanted from him. She wanted the contract badly and she also expected him to pay the multiple $100 000 that her brother had stolen. He scoffed. Money that he didn’t even know anything about before it was announced at their meeting. He hadn't even spent a dime from the money. Why should he be pressured into paying it back? How is he even going to handle it? How will he think straight if someone is always there to r

Neal stood before the floor-length mirror in his room. He placed a blue shirt on a hanger before his chest, then switched it with another blue shirt with a darker shade. He repeated this action a number of times. Eventually, he opted for the shirt with the darker shade. He finished getting dressed. Then he finished the breakfast that he'd asked the butler to bring to his room. When he was done, he grabbed his phone and bag and left for school.He hailed a taxi. He entered and met the driver's gaze through the rearview mirror as he silently asked for Neal's location.“Craig holdings," Neal said and the man nodded.Neal still had about an hour to spare before his classes started for the day. So he decided that he'd just drop by Craig holdings and give Yvonne Stone her ID card before he made his way to school. Though lectures would begin late that day, there was a long list of text material that he had to go through for different courses. The chance that he'd leave school late was high