Melissa closed her eyes as the hot shower pelted down on her back. Her mind was to clean between two places, the voice on the phone from last night, and the photo of NS plastered on the news announcing the Singapore expansion. She let out a small sigh as she pushed her hair to the back, her eyes slowly opening. Everything her self-preservation instinct and just her general distrust of people kicked in, she remembered the Singapore expansion and how Amelia's name was now spoken in places she had only dreamed of.And that was why she was here at the very first ray of sun, preparing to go and see if there was any genuine trace to the man or woman who had so confidently told her they had carved a path for her.Would the path lead to Coulter? To the sort of money that NS now had? She didn't mind either, to be honest. So, for today, every thought of rationality took a back seat.She dressed slowly, her eyes darting towards her pgone occasionally. There was only a simple plate number and t

Coulter had changed into a comfortable pair of black loose pants and a white loose shirt, his hair a little damp like he had just come out of his own shower too.He was standing by the large flower vase in the sitting room, his hands tucked into his pockets, his eyes thin as he watched nothing in particular. The tablet was completely gone now, almost like he didn't want the trace of it anywhere close to Amelia.And maybe he didn't. His world may be all diamonds and super cars, but it was also enemies and conspiracies that a heart like Amelia's might not be able to take. Or maybe it could, and with the video he had seen of her mother, he just wanted to make sure she didn't have to.The small ding sound of the elevator caused him to turn back, just as the doors opened and Amelia stepped out.With no clothes in the massive walk in closet for a woman, she had changed into one of Coulter's white button down shirt that rested a little below her thighs, her hair let loose down in a slightly