52 - His love for her, died last night

"There's someone at the gate," the driver said. Greg pressed a button to wind down the window glass. He didn't say a word when he saw Sandra’s pitiful form and pressed the remote for the gate to open. The driver drove in and Sandra followed before the automated gate closed.

When the car parked, Greg alighted and gave the driver a huge tip. Since he was Andrew's driver, he refused.

"Then take the car home. It's late," Greg suggested.

"Mr Crown already arranged for another driver to pick me,” the driver said politely.

"Okay, thank you," Greg said and watched the driver leave. Sandra walked up to him with a remorsed expression.

"I'm very sorry Greg," Sandra said with her head lowered. A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Greg’s lips but within an instant, it was gone.

"You wanna talk? Follow me," Greg said and walked inside the living room while gulping down whiskey from the bottle he picked from the party.

He loosened his tie, sat careless on the sofa and asked, "What do you w