The street was rather calm compared to it's pretty normal bubbling especially at this hour. Usually, there would be a few buses arriving at the station to meet what might be a hundred people all vying to get a seat or just an accommodation to stand. The rush was always hectic. Then, there's the cabs with ridiculous amounts for a distance the buses wouldn't charge nearly half.      Theresa had always fancied riding in cabs because of the comfort and serenity. But today, it wasn't so. Unlike usual, the bus station was quite empty — as in half or quarter of the hundred — so there were enough buses to accommodate everyone, including her.      After exiting Dan's office, she spent close to half an hour finishing up a couple of things before retiring for the day. She was about the last set of people to leave. It was a only a few minutes after seven when she did. It didn't seem like it was going to rain any soon bu

As she stared at herself in the mirror, she tried recalling what exactly prompted her to say yes. Why she had agreed to go out to dinner with Dan McKay, she wouldn't understand. But she did anyway. Last night.When the closing minutes of Anna's birthday party was upon them, Dan offered to take Theresa home, not exactly comfortable with the idea of her commuting at that hour. She accepted the kind gesture, as that is what she only saw it to be. And no, she wasn't drunk. The ride to her apartment was fun, actually. She laughed a lot with him, smiled genuinely with him. He was a pretty good conversationalist and she loved that. The moment that made the difference though, was when they reached the apartment building. She had just said her goodbyes and climbed out of the car. An unsatisfied Dan didn't feel at ease letting her go like that. So, he slipped out of the car as well, following Theresa into the building in the guise of walking her in despite her protests. W

Three o'clock, the next day, Theresa still hadn’t received a reply in regards to the letter she sent out yesterday. Unlike yesterday, Sam didn’t have any outdoor meetings to attend. Matter of fact, he didn’t have any meetings at all. Theresa had turned to a hawk overnight, she might even applaud herself as a generational descendant of Sherlock Holmes, because she has been doing a very wonderful job, both watching and sometimes, discreetly following Sam. At least enough to know the aforementioned. He had been in the agency all day. And she was almost certain he should have read the letter.Of course a few other explanations popped up in her head. Emilia did say she left the envelope on his desk. What were the odds he just pushed it in to a stack of files, magazines, folders? Or he didn’t think it was something important enough to see immediately and had probably forgotten about it? Or the wind came and the envelope went with it?Okay, the last one sounded dumb. His office windo

It was one of the many thoughts that came to her head. Though this one seemed to be the only one that didn’t sound dumb to her. The door flew open immediately she gently knocked on it. A lady in her thirties or so was the one who came to get the door. She was looking at Theresa, expecting to put in a word, although she didn’t. She was busy weighing whether this was a bad choice.“Can I help you miss?” Theresa snapped out of her thoughts, making eye contact with the woman who was already growing impatient. She looked away and tucked the strand of hair the breeze had blown into her face. “Uhm — My name is Theresa. Theresa Gray.”The woman had this look which said, 'am I supposed to know that?’ “Okay. . .?” she jeered impatiently.“Uh — I’m sorry. I’m just uh —” she stuttered. Maybe she should just go back. She was already feeling ba

It was probably for the best Sam knew that he had been used as a bargaining chip with the devil himself. Now, amidst all the complications between him and Theresa, she knew William was right. She had to let him know. And for the past couple of days, it had mostly been about the how, to go actually go about this. It wasn’t until last night that she decided to just take the piss, and let it all out. After all, things between them were already as bad as she could have ever imagined. Though she knew there was always too for worse. It could get worse today, it could be the opposite — although the outcome of this was a short one. Either ways, he had to know, in the least.So that evening, before she retired from the agency for the day, she decided to speak to him about the whole situation with Simon Tunes that had gone by in the last week, and then some days. She saw him go into his office after getting a cup of coffee from the lounge. And no, she hadn’t