"ITZEL! Come down here right now!" She hears her father scream for her from downstairs. So, without wasting another second, she dashes off down the stairs not wanting to anger him any more than he already is by how he sounds. When she reaches on the ground floor, she finds him standing in the center of the living room looking like an enraged bull. Literally, it is as if he is breathing out smoke through his nostrils as they flare dangerously noticably, and his eyes that are narrowed to slits only adding to his angry look. With much caution, Itzel moves into the room all the while under her father's hard glare. "Care to explain what the hell is this!" He seethes at her and throws a squared piece of paper at her feet. She bends down and picks it up. The paper looks like it had been folded before since it has crusts on it. When she sees what the paper is about, her eyes widen in fear and she gulps audibly. "Papa, this is actually..." She trails off nervously. "I..I can explain." She say

Getting up from her bed, Itzel limps and makes her way to the bathroom. But before she could even set her another foot on the floor, Dmitri rushes in and takes her in his arms gently like she will break anytime. Itzel lets out a surprised squeal before looking up at his face to find that his face is contorted with all seriousness with his eyes trained on the bathroom door. Wait, how did he even know that she wanted to use the bathroom? He never asked her! And, how did he just come out infront of her to help just out of thin air? Can it be that Mr. Taylor possess some sort of supernatural power? Rolling her eyes at her own ridiculous thought, Itzel looks back at him when he sets her down inside the bathroom. "Thanks." Itzel says to him dismissively. But he does not seem to take the hint. "What?" He asks her quizzically when he notices her passing him a wierd look with her arms crossed against her chest. "Well, do you want to witness me while I am peeing, Mr. Taylor?" There comes her

"Really? Oh, wow! I am so proud of you, Itsi!" Damon gushes at her cheerily when she tells him about her win at the fight. Itzel giggles at him and thanks him. "Itsi.." Now his voice sounds serious all so sudden. "I am sorry that you have yourself involved in this mess too." Itzel sobers up from her giggling and clears her throat slightly. "Dam, none of this is your fault, yet get it?" She says to her best friend who always happens to blame himself for her involvement in the underworld. Even after her repeatedly denying it, he thinks that way. But in all reality, it was Itzel herself who had decided to get into the underworld. At that time, she had thought that it was a necessary evil for her as she would be doing what she loves to do and her mind would be on sane side while being off of Dmitri at the same time. She has never once blamed Damon for all of this but she has no idea why he keeps doing it to himself though. Damn, what would she do with this best friend of hers who is just

Walking through the busy roads, Dmitri finally reaches the hotel where Ms. Anita is staying currently. There is still so much brightness around seeing as the sun is yet to set. It is only fifteen minutes five in the evening and here is Dmitri, walking into a hotel to meet someone confidential. He remembers telling his boss that he would be able to leave the mansion only after nine in the evening. But according to him, Ms. Anita is going to go back on flight at around six thirty in the evening today only. Why did that woman come here in the first place for the shortest period of time? Only so that she could meet Dmitri? No, that is something difficult to stomach! To be able to reach to his destination on time and to not mess up like his boss had told him to, Dmitri had to cook up a quick lie to Mrs. Singh saying that he is experiencing an upset stomach for quite a few days now and would like to go and have himself checked up by a doctor today. And, like the kind lady that she is, she

Laying there on her back on the bed with her right leg propped up on a soft pillow, Itzel looks quite comfortable. Wearing a demin shorts with her legs parted in a way that is enough to draw in unwanted attention. Though she is very unaware of her current position as she is easing on the mattress with one of her hands holding her phone against her ear and the other one casually dangling down the bed busy scratching a purring Ginger who is lying on the floor. It is most probably the sound of the door being pushed open with a snap diverts her head and she looks straight into Dmitri's eyes. A good minute passes by and no one of them move even an inch but then hearing Archer's voice coming from the other end of the line, Itzel jumps a slight bit and perhaps realizing the compromising position she is lying down in and sits straight up on the bed causing the mattress to bounce a little due to the impact. If she were lying on the hard floor, she must given herself a whiplash by this. "Uh, M