50...Milo...

The girl with the blonde hair was standing near the staircase, glaring hard at a tall, sturdy guy who was holding her by the wrist. The guy looked older and intimidating with his neat beard and locks of dyed hair.

He also looked rich with his expensive gold wristwatch, rings, necklace, glistening on his smooth skin.

Alec's eyes moved between the guy and the girl, watching as they argued about something, then his eyes later landed on the girl, focusing on her alone.

She looked so familiar to Alec. He could swear he'd seen her somewhere before he can't just point out the exact place he'd seen her.

He narrowed his eyes at the her, trying to remember where he'd seen her.

At a party?

He does not even attend parties often. He only attends when being forced.

School?

He does not think so, although he does not even know or remember the faces of most people at his school.

Work?

No fucking way in hell. She does not work at HEP centre.

Alec racked his brain and soon, it clicked. She was