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"THE CONTRACT HAS been signed," The faint voice said. "Mr Mancini?" Adriano snapped back to the present. He had been drifting away and losing concentration for the past few weeks, ever since Iris started behaving strangely. He gave a small nod to his secretary to dismiss her. He picked up the file and skimmed through it. It was an agreement that further increased his wealth. He sighed and leaned back into the chair, then he remembered that he had to pick Iris up from school early that day. They were on the hunt for a therapist who could diagnose what was wrong with her. Adriano Mancini was at the top of the food chain. A wealthy billionaire and respected man in the whole country. He was a shark to outsiders, but a lamb to his daughter. She was his whole world. He turned on his laptop and went to the list of recommendations. From experience, Adriano automatically cancelled out any male therapist. A voice at the back of his head told him that he might be canceling the person who would be able to help Iris, but he shut down the voice. He contemplated the names as he scrolled. Then he saw a name that caught his fancy. Avery Quinn. She was not such a big therapist in the state. It seemed like she had just resumed her career a few years ago, but he could not find anything further about her. His curiosity piqued, and he decided on this strange Avery Quinn. He decided that he was going to take his daughter to her. When he got to the school, his presence had been expected already. "Hi, baby," he said, hoisting her into the air. She felt extremely light, like she was underfed. He exchanged a concerned look with her class teacher. She was the one who drew his attention to the fact that there was something wrong with Iris. There had been a sudden change in character a few months ago. "How was school today?" He asked as he strapped her into the back seat. There was no reply. Iris barely spoke anything now. The bubbling child was gone, leaving a shell of herself. He sighed and got into the driver's seat. "Did anything happen today?" He asked again as he pulled out of the parking lot. Silence. She seemed to be preoccupied, looking out the window and reading the different billboards on the road. He sighed again. It was easier to secure a deal with a country about their multi-million dollar oil well than it was to get his own daughter to open up. "We are going to see someone this afternoon," he said, and was surprisingly pleased when she looked at him. Her grey eyes matched his, but she still did not say anything. "I am hoping it will be a very nice lady," he continued. "She will try to talk to you, okay?" Iris shrugged her bony shoulders and looked out the window again. Adriano ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He wondered what could have happened to his daughter. Had she seen something she was not supposed to see? Adriano always made sure to keep her away from his business life and sexual encounters. Had someone molested her? The thought of it made his blood boil, and he gripped the steering wheel tighter until his knuckles were white. Or did this have to do with Celeste, her mother? He frowned. He and Celeste had ended things on a bad note a few years ago, involving lawyers and court cases, but he had been granted full custody of the child. Had Celeste somehow gotten to Iris and done something to her, just to prove that Adriano was a bad father? All these thoughts bounced in his head as he drove at the speed limit for the next hour until he got to where Avery Quinn's office was. He parked slowly and got out, looking at the building. It was large, but it was a rented building. Taking his daughter's hand, he knocked on the front door. When there was no response, he pushed the door and it opened. They walked into the reception without a receptionist or secretary. "Hello?" He called. The place felt very empty. "Sit down, baby, I'll check for the lady in the other room." He said. As Iris sat on the single vinyl chair, he walked towards the adjoining door. Just as he was about to open it, the door opened and Avery Quinn walked into him, stumbling back. His hand slipped around her waist to stop her from falling, and his eyes almost gave away his shock and surprise as his brain registered the face of the woman standing before him. Memories of that night came flooding back, making his cock jump in response. The way she had reacted to his touch. She came to him broken down, and he had pieced her back together that night and broken her again with waves of orgasm. Before he could wake up the following morning, she was gone, leaving a small memorandum of that night behind - her scents in the sheet and a pink lacy bra which he kept in his closet after all these years. "Are you alright?" He said, effectively masking the surprise from his voice. With the way her eyes were wide and her skin went pale, he knew she recognized him. "I'm fine," she said in a curt tone and pushed herself away. "Are you Doctor Avery Quinn?" He asked, knowing that he sounded foolish. Of course, she is the doctor. Who else could she be? "That's me, yes. How may I help you?" She asked. Her voice was curt. It was like she did not want anything to do with him. "My daughter," He stepped aside to reveal Irish. "She needs your help..." "She doesn't need my help," Avery muttered. "I do not specialize in children." Her voice was strong and final, but Adriano notice the soft look she gave to Iris. "Take her to another doctor, I'm sure there are many of them in the city." "Miss Avery - Doctor Avery," he said, hurrying after her. "I will pay double of whatever your charges are..." Money was not an issue. She openly ignored Adriano and instead crouched beside Iris. "What's your name, dear?" "Iris." Came the small voice. "That is the first word she is saying today," Adriano said under his breath. He was surprised and in awe. It was the first meeting, and Iris had already spoken. That was something that nobody could do. That was a sign that Adriano was never going to ignore. He was going to do whatever it took to make this doctor accept Iris.THE LEVRONE PRIVATE jet landed in the states almost 13 hours later.Fot Adam, it had been 12 long hours of checking in on Emily every 30 minutes to see if she was getting better, but she was not. Instead, she had run a very high temperature, which Adam tried his best to regulate by mopping her head and neck with cold water.From fever, she began vomiting and then slept restlessly, often shivering and waking up with beads kf sweat dotting her forehead.When the plane touched down, Adam breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He had already made calls to make sure there was a medical team waiting for them at the airport private hanger. "Welcome back home, sir," the pilot's voice blated through the speaker. "Please wait for the seatbelt sign to stop flashing before -"But Adam was already on his feet and carrying Emily down the aisle. "Open the fucking door!" He yelled to one of the airhostesses who immediately obeyed. He carried Emily down the stairs to meet with the ambulance and medical eme
"MRS LEVRONE, CAN you hear me? Blink if you can hear me." "Emily..."Emily groaned and blinked slowly. Her vision was blurry and focused."Mrs Levrone, can you hear me?"She groaned and nodded, the action sent a wave of pain through her entire skull. She whimpered and sank back into the pillow."Easy, easy," the gentle voice said to her. "Keep your eyes closed, okay?" She obeyed, and kept her eyelids together."Mr Levrone, let's close the windows. She might be sensitive to light now."Adam hurriedly pressed a button on the remote controller and the shutters immediately fell, he pressed another button and the room went dark, only lit by some dim bulbs."You can open your eyes now,"Emily slowly opened her eyes. Her visionblurred a bit but then focused so she saw a local doctor bent over her. He was dressed in his white coat and had thick eyeglasses. He was peering into her face. "Do you feel any pain?" He asked. "Apart from your head..."She started to shake her head, but remembered t
EMILY SAT AT the beach, her toes sinking into the wet sand as she overlooked the horizon, watching the set of the deep golden sun. Her husband, Adam, sat beside her. He was lying in relaxation on the chair too, getting as tan as his dark skin would allow. As if he could feel Emily staring at him, he opened his eyes and looked up. A soft grin spread across his face. "Do you want to go in, Mrs Levrone?" He asked.It all still felt surreal to Emily. The fact that she was married was not something that she was getting used to, but Adam had made it a thing to call her by their surname, and it always made her smile. "Mrs Levrone..." she repeated under her breath. "I still have a hard time..."Adam got out of the chair easily for a man of his bulky size. He extended a hand and said, "Shall I go down on my knee and propose to you once more?" He asked. "Because i would."Emily grinned and shook her head. She slipped her hand into his hand and allowed herself to be pulled up and into his arms.
JEAN STARED AT his phone for long minutes after he ended the call. His brain was spinning as he tried to put two and two together.He still did not want to believe that Avery was dead. The thoughts alone sent sharp shards of pain into his heart, and he feared what would happen if he accepted the news. He was ready to keep on living in denial.Clarance Rossi was crying for Avery in the news?That piece of information did not sit right with Jean. How had Clarance known that Avery was dead?There was no news outlet that carried the cause of death. Jean was so confused about his next line of action. What was he supposed to do?He stacked the gardening equipment against the wall and walked out. He stood outside for some seconds, and then on an afterthought, he walked to the neighboring house and knocked.At first, he thought there was no one else in also, but then the door opened and the familiar face of the elderly man came into view. Barney recognized Jean immediately because he had see
"MR CARTER, ARE you still there?" The secretary called. "Mr Carter, are you still-"The ringing finally stopped in Jean's ears, but his vision was still blurry. He looked around the room, trying to focus his gaze on something, or someone but it wasn't working. He took in a deep breath and said in a somewhat steady voice, "What did you say? Say it again." He wanted to believe that he had heard wrong. He hoped that he had heard the wrong thing."I'm sorry, sir," the secretary said. "It is just what I heard when I began investigating why the payment was being declined. So i-""For God's sake!" Jean swore in French. "I do not give a rat's ass what you did. Just repeat what you said earlier."The secretary cleared his throat fearfully and said. "The doctor, Avery Quinn, is dead.""No, no, no..." Jean cried. He stood up from the table when he realized that he was starting to alarm Kelvin.Kelvin, Jean closed his eyes in pain and anguish as he thought of his son. How was he going to take th
JEAN CARTER WAS a content man, and he was getting happier by the day. He looked up from what he was doing in the big garden behind his mansion and watched his son shoveling some dirt into an electronic wheelbarrow.Jean wiped away sweat with the back of his hand and smiled. Kelvin was actively doing something, not rotting away in bed or in couch like a potato, and all these was thanks to the beautiful doctor. Avery Quinn, who had been flooding into Jean's mind more frequently than usual."Do you need help with that?" Jean called, already putting on his second glove to go and help Kelvin who was having some issues with controlling the wheelbarrow, but kelvin shook his head.Jean stayed back, but was watching, ready to help Kelvin at the slightest chance, but he didn't need to as the small boy soon figured it out.Jean looked around at the work they had done. Kelvin's love for gardening had spread to Jean. It was also a regular bonding time as they raked and packed dirt together and pla







