LOGINVincent looked up from his desk after Seraphina entered, closing the door behind her. She stood there for a while until he pointed for her to sit without offering any real warmth to the invitation. "What is the update?" He asked with a monotone voice. "You ought to be making progress with Nicolas. How are things going with him?" "W-we are getting to know each other." Vincent finally spared her a glance which was more like a frown that lasted entirely ten seconds before he went back to scribbling away like he wasn't paying attention. "Who brought that suggestion?" His voice hardened, "You or him?" Seraphina gulped, "He...he did, sir. We agreed to spend the two months building some kind of understanding before deciding anything permanent." Vincent's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her for any crack in the composed answer. "That's it? No details?" "There is nothing else to report yet, Father." She folded her hands in her lap. "We've only met twice properly since the
"Yeah, I received the message. About Peter Halloway, the politician running against the Crown's preferred candidate, right?" "Exactly." "Immediately I got the picture, I tried to dig something out but I couldn't find anything on the surface. That makes it even more suspicious since she ought to have been a famous model and actress. I saw some of her videos and she is top notch.” Gabrielle's brow lifted slightly. "That is right. My guess is that she was yet to be famous and only wanted to climb the ladders to reach such a high position.” “And the only way she could do that was by getting with someone powerful and influential to her success.” Gabrielle filled it in. “Which makes sense to be Peter in this case. It was hard for me later to get a picture of her and Peter because it was swept off the internet. But I bought what I could from the dark net which only confirmed what Nicolas had told me. Twenty years ago, she disappeared. I am guessing she was really his girlf
"I really don't see why you need to keep doing this to yourself." Priya set her wine glass down with more force than necessary with her eyes fixed hard on Seraphina who was seated across the table. "I just see these two months as an unnecessary delay. You are spiraling." "I am not spiraling." Seraphina replied. "First of all, you've barely left your room in a week. Your mother was so worried that she had to call us to help." Camille chimed in from beside her with her arms crossed. "We had to practically drag you out for lunch today."Seraphina picked at the food in front of her as her appetite was long gone. "I don't know what you want me to do about it. I am just overwhelmed by everything that is happening in my life." "Just say yes to the marriage proposal, Sera, and escape your father's eyes. What else is there? Just say yes. This is Nicolas Vale that we are talking about. Do you know how many girls would kill just to be with that man?" "He already told me he doesn'
"I have told you not to call me that." Saint said with displeasure. Nicolas smiled and sat up. "My bad. I totally forgot." "Are you like this with everyone else?" Because to Saint, having such a carefree attitude wouldn't have made people be scared of him like they were. "Nah. I am only like this with you." His answer made Saint's heart skip a beat for a few seconds before he managed to put his reaction under control. Nicolas stood up and went to where he had dropped a folder that he had brought in with him earlier. "Something came up, that was why I had to rush off. Anyways, I also managed to get something about Peter." He slid the folder across the surface. "Our fathers think he's clean. He has no leverage or dirt, he is just an ambitious man with good PR." "You don't think so?" Saint asked as he flipped the folder open, revealing a photograph of a young woman who was soft featured and smiling faintly. From the looks of it, the picture seemed to have been take
Saint finished dressing and had just stepped out when a guard found him in the hallway, wandering about. "Storm." The man inclined his head respectfully. "Boss Nicolas is back and has informed me to bring you to see him. I am guessing you are less busy now?”Saint nodded.“So please...this way." “Hmm. Lead the way." He followed the man behind, climbing the few stairs that seemed to lead towards another angle of the mansion. They reached a set of glass doors and the man pushed one of them open, gesturing him through and then shut it firmly once Saint had stepped inside. The space opened into a private pool area with sunlight glinting sharp against the water. Nicolas was mid-lap, cutting through the surface of the water with such powerful strokes that would have made one conclude that he was a professional athlete. He was unbothered by the audience he had and just remained focused until he got to the other end. Saint's mouth went dry despite himself. He watched helplessly and u
"You have to release the boy." The Commander instructed Simon, one of the City's local inspectors. Simon frowned heavily at this order. His hands that were behind his back carefully found their way to his sides as he adjusted his position. "Sir? We should release him?" "Yes. Release him." "But he is a major suspect in this case. His fingerprints were found all over the murder weapon." Simon insisted. "So are you claiming that he committed the offence?" Simon shut his eyes briefly, wet his lips with his tongue and nodded. "Not at all, sir. I am just saying that I don't think it is appropriate that we let a major suspect go while investigations are still ongoing." "Inspector Simon," the Commander called it with agitation. "Sir!" Simon stood firmly. "Who is the boss between you and I?" "You are the boss, Commander." "Good. Now go do what I say. His people are here to bail him out already and keep it from the media that he is a part of







