As soon as Clara got back to work, she got bombarded with emails and a very lengthy complaint from Lana, Max’s secretary. In her email, she sounded very, very frustrated, and that didn’t sound good, but Clara thought she would have to deal with that later. For now, she had Max and Jeremy in her office, and they needed to discuss her plan. Finding out that her dad loved her all those years, and always remembered her on her birthday, gave her the motivation to move forward. To find out if they really were her parents and finally find her kidnappers. She was still apprehensive about telling the Jacobs family her true identity because she needed proof. Springing this kind of information to unsuspecting people would be disastrous if it ended up that their facts were wrong. But if she was right, then she would love to get closer to her family and try to find out wh

It was Heather’s first-day training with Lana today, and she was nervous and excited at the same time. Finally, she will get to spend the whole day with Jeremy once she graduates, but she has to pass the dragon’s test first.  Some people call him the dragon. And just like a dragon, you can see him only when he passes through or when he breathes fire on you. He was as moody as a dragon, and he hid in his lair all the time. The only time people have seen him laugh was when he was with Clara and Max, but these days, Heather hasn’t even seen him hanging out with his siblings. Lana was there to train her, so she would know what to do. And be able to anticipate what he needs when he needs it. ‘It’s really simple to be his personal assistant. He mostly keeps to himself, stays in his office and the lab,’ Lana starts.

Clara was just walking through the doors when she felt her skin buzz as if something was going to happen, and she did not know if it was good or bad, but she hoped it was nothing disastrous.  Then she saw the girls at the front desk huddled together, talking to someone. She didn’t know if the raised voices were excitement or agitation, so she decided to check it out. The women at the front desk were her first defense, and if they couldn't prevent anybody from crossing over the line. Then security should have been called. She knew it was him before he even turned around, and now she knew that buzzing feeling she felt was Sebastian standing ten feet in front of her. He was chatting up the girls at the front desk, probably charming them so he could weasel his way into being allowed to go straight to her office

Let me tell you a story so you would understand why I love Jeremy so much. He was the reason I started talking again when we were at the orphanage,’ Clara said as she ushered Heather to the sofa. Sebastian wanted to tease her from the secret bedroom when he heard what she called out earlier. But when he heard Heather come in, he decided to listen to their conversation instead. ‘We were always hungry when we were at the orphanage. Food was always regulated. There was usually enough to slake your hunger, but not enough for nourishment. We learned early on that if we wanted to eat, we had to forage or help in the neighbor’s farms so they could give us some of their fruits.’  ‘Max found this berry bush in the nearby forest, and just like most berries, they thrive in cooler climates, nearer water sources. This on

Heather was outside listening to Jeremy laughing with Sebastian in his office when she saw Clara walking toward her with a scowl on her face.  ‘Is Jeremy with Sebastian in there laughing at me?’ Clara asks, not knowing whether to laugh or get mad because, like Heather, she was thankful that Jeremy was laughing again. It gave her a bright idea. ‘Hey, so I don’t know if you heard, but that idiot inside said we’re grilling burgers at our house for dinner. Tell me you don’t have anywhere to go. Want to come and hang out with us?’ Clara raises her eyebrows questioningly.   ‘Maybe come with me to buy ingredients too? I’m scared to be alone with Sebastian. I feel like he’s going to try and kiss me again. Please... plus Jeremy will be there. Maybe you can kiss him too,’ Clara smiled suggestively, trying to