Dalia’s POV.“Is that him?” I point to the man on tee-shirt and grey flannel trousers. He’s like how Emily described- tall, broad shoulders and bulging stomach. Since yesterday ‘s incident, I decided to pay more attention to my friend. She was there for me when I felt lost and scared.We are both wearing matching outfits of spies, squatting behind Emily’s car. It was sleek, blue and didn’t blend well with other cars at the parking lot. Bluetanic.. For some reason, Emily choose not to stay in the car. And I tagged along.I stare at Emily from the corner of my eyes discreetly, amused by our spy outfit- she picked them of course! Few hours earlier, she emphasized on how important outfit were during this expenditure. After much trashing and ruffling, she settled for a black one piece latex jumpsuit, Red bandana wrapped around her head, the biggest sunglasses I’ve ever seen to hide her puffy eyes and blazing red lips gloss smeared over her thin lips. She should have weapons for ear rings,

Eros’ POVI feel sorry for Emily. It wasn’t supposed to go this way...“You need to stop drinking, Eros.” Vanessa Dave warns collecting my glass of wine.I roll my eyes. I hate for her to see this side of me but since she has been so adamant, signing the visitor’s form just to see me,- all which had been rejected, she better get used to it. “Tell me, why Emily Newton?”Vanessa shakes her head in mockery. “Emily Newton? She nearly ruined my reputation, so I nearly ruined her career in acting. She has no business here.”A song played softly in the background, relaxing my mind a bit. It was her idea to visit the university cafe. I didn’t know universities had cafe like this.. their snacks tasted like heaven and their wine is to die for. Though it was a special order on my part. It was immediately granted by the pastry chef. She was excited to deliver my order and even asked for an autograph. Others didn’t get a chance to because they were served coffee and it was on the house.“OMG! It’s

Dalia’s POV“Oh..” Was their reply and I am okay with it.Now, to the main purpose of why I brought them here.Betty’s PoV“Hi,” I flip my hair to the back gently. I managed to get Echo’s business number. She is the easiest to talk to among the West siblings. Starting with her first is the best choice. My only choice.“Betty?” She shrieks on the other side just in time for me to drop my humility act.“Hey, girl! Didn’t think you’d recognise my voice!” I smile, excited at her ability to remember after many years.“You tell me...” She chuckles, after which she cleared her throat. “I know you have a reason for calling so let’s not deceive each other. What’s it?”Now that’s the Echo I remember. She was our playmate when we were younger. One day she chose not to associate herself with I and Eros. Although we were understanding but it didn’t make the pain any less.I was hurt and got over it after many years.“Fine! You got me.” I bit my inner cheek

Third person’s POVDalia was about to retire for the night when she heard a loud humming sound which can only come from a vehicle.The time was 9:34pm.She wasn’t expecting anyone. Gently, Dalia removed the sheets covering her torso and made her way to the sitting room. Not many know of her whereabouts.“Dalia?” Mr. Thompson croaked from the other side of the room.“Go to sleep papa, I am thirsty.”“Okay. Good night dear,”“Good night.” Dalia said, walking towards the kitchen. From the kitchen windows, she could get a better look at who disturbed her sleep. She didn’t want what happened the last time to happen again and with that, she picked a butcher’s knife from the rack.They wouldn’t mess with her this time around.Hearing footsteps, she positioned the knife close to her chest, taking her place behind the front door.Suddenly, a knock was heard.“Who is it?” Dalia whispered carefully.“Dalia, I know it’s you so open the door!” Eros

Eros’ POVThe door opened and before I could scold the person, a file was dropped in front of me. I frown before turning to the person who dropped it.Of course, Isaiah. What again?“Everything you need to know about the ghost tech man. Real name, Nick Newton and guess what? He is an only child but has a direct cousin. Emily Newton...”I wave my hands for him to shut up. “I know.”His eyes widened as he spluttered. “You know? And why didn’t you do anything about it?”With my siblings on my heels and my company ablaze? No. I had to set my priorities straight and saving my company first seemed like the most reasonable thing to do before looking for the perpetrator.Now I have time to settle this before the visit with family. I already sent a message to all of them. It isn’t going to be that simple.“Relax, Isaiah.” I say, trying to calm the young man who felt he cared about finding the perpetrator more than I do. I raise an eyebrow as I see the picture of a man walking out of a hotel fr