“Noted," the security man nodded as he moved toward Neal in long swift strides. He stopped before Neal and gestured toward the entryway. “I'm afraid you have to leave now."Neal scoffed. He turned back to the receptionist. "Take back your words, lady,” he said coldly.The receptionist hissed and turned back to look at the security man. “Are you begging him to leave? Drag him out!”The security pushed Neal on the shoulders. “Leave now." Neal stumbled forward, and his anger grew. The man reached out to push Neal again but he stepped aside. He glared at the security. “Try that one more time and you'll find yourself in a hospital bed,” Neal snarled.The security drew back. He raised his brows at Neal. “I was trying to be polite but it's now obvious that you're rude.” With that, the security man swung a fist forward. Neal caught it swiftly. Before the man could think of what to do, Neal tightened his hold on the man's fist and twisted his wrist.The security man cried out, but he was able

The elevator took them down. They stepped out of the elevator and into the reception area. There, they found that all of the people there had dispersed, each most probably, back to his duty post. The receptionist sat dutifully behind the counter. She watched them as they walked toward her. As she stood up in respect to Yvonne's approach, she still wondered how the hell the man had gotten to know their boss to even have her ID card.Yvonne stopped before the receptionist. She rested her elbow on the counter. “Call Lora and Brad. Tell them to come down now." The receptionist said, "Alright ma," with a smile as she reached for the intercom.As she inputted the code for Lora's office on the intercom, her gaze wandered to Neal who stood beside Yvonne and had said nothing since they returned. She wondered what was happening. The boss didn't look happy nor did the man.The receptionist heard a clicking sound. The sound was immediately followed by, “Hello?”“Hello, Lora, Ms. Yvonne wants t

Through the door, Neal could see Yvonne stop before a black car ahead in the restaurant’s open car park. It was just a little to the left of the main door, so he could easily see Yvonne and an outline of the man's figure. The car that was beside them slightly covered the man's frame. Neal could only see him clearly if he craned his neck. Apart from the fact that he felt the need to see the man's full frame and expressions, he also wanted to be able to hear them. He decided to move closer. He stepped out of the door and slipped between cars until he was hidden, but closer and at an ear’s.Neal saw Yvonne standing before the man who leaned against what he assumed to be the man's car. He had his arms folded across his chest like a man who expected the whole world to fear him and bow to him.There was a dark expression on the man's face as he regarded Yvonne. Neal wondered if he looked so enraged simply because Yvonne was having lunch with him? Yvonne folded her arms across her chest, t

Miles left afterward. He didn't so much as spare her another glance. It was a kind old lady who covered her up and took her to the restroom where she cried her eyes out. After the lady got herself an oversized jumpsuit, Yvonne called an ambulance for the boy and ordered a ride for herself. The orphan boy almost didn't make it, but he did. She was so scared that Miles might go after the boy if he heard that he was alive that she sent him to another country.That night was the first time she saw a man different from the sweet man she thought she was dating and since then she'd wanted out, but it's just never been possible. Miles had a sweet mouth and then a lethal one, with both, he has kept her tied to him, destroyed her self-esteem, and made her miserable. It was because of Miles that she became a drunkard, spending so many nights getting wasted just to forget the dilemma that was her relationship. It was on one of those not-so-rare nights that Neal had found her. Miles wouldn't

As Neal walked to where he would get a cab, he brought out his phone and placed a call through to Yvonne.On the first ring, there was no response. He tried her line again. She picked up on the second ring.“Hello?” Yvonne said. It was evident in her tone that she didn't know who was speaking.Neal was so determined to reach her on time that he skipped his mind to introduce himself.“Where are you?” He inquired bluntly.There was a slight pause. Then, her voice called, unsure, Neal?”"Yes, it's me. Are you at your workplace?”“No, I'm at a cinema.”Neal frowned. That was not a place he'd have guessed that she'd be after what happened that afternoon.“Are you there with someone?” He asked.“I'm alone," she answered. "Why are you suddenly asking all these questions?”“I want to see you,” he glanced at the ointment he got at the school clinic.“Okay," the surprise was evident in Yvonne's voice. “I got it for your bruise,” Neal supplied.“That's so sweet of you, Neal,” Neal could hear th