Anna watched Kate shake hands with Mr. Donahue, the CEO of the Organization. Then they looked ahead, at the camera to be precise, and smiled. It was the opening of a series of activities in the orphanage. Those were handing over donations, lunch, and activities with children.Yeah, it was for media and image creation for the public.Kate clapped as the CEO handed over a large sign, as a donation symbol, to the orphanage. It brought another round of applause, making the situation lively. And didn't forget about taking pictures. The CEO took turns greeting the orphanage's staff, and each person's photo must be taken.They all went into a room and talked. Again, photos couldn't be forgotten in every situation.Anna actually wanted to leave. She was lazy to listen to such talk. Somehow it looked not natural, considering cameras were everywhere. How could they generally act in that situation?But she had to endure to monitor Kate. That was her job and her professionalism. Therefore, she st

She heard something. Or not? It was so faint that she didn't know if what she heard was real or a dream.Dream?Wait. Didn't Anna say goodnight to Dave before going to bed?Just then, her eyes opened wide. It was like something pulled her from a dream and forced her to wake up from sleep.For a moment, she guessed it was the alarm. But then she realized that her alarm wasn't that loud. She used waves and wind sounds, so it wouldn't jolt her from sleep.Then she spun her head as she realized something. It was her phone. So she immediately took it and took a glimpse at the time. It was past two."Hello," she greeted, still between dream and reality."Hello. Is this really Kate's friend?" replied a deep voice on the other side.Her brows furrowed, and she took off her phone to see who was calling her. That was Kate's number. "Who's this?" she asked suspiciously and worriedly. Someone was holding Kate's phone at this hour. Who was not worried?"I'm from the club. Kate is here but too drun

Anna took the package and brought out its contents. It was a small jar containing several cubes encased in yellow aluminum. Yes, she finally bought chocolate after a long discussion with the owner.Surprisingly, the owner was kind. She gave free samples of some chocolates in stock for Anna to try and listened to her every reaction and word afterward. It made her comfortable saying what she wanted, even though she wasn't sure she could put everything in words right. But the owner understood, and that was a plus point.Hence, Anna had no problem waiting for the owner to make the first samples. Then what was she doing now in front of that?A satisfied smile crossed her lips. Somehow it brought her closer to Dave, and she wanted to share it.She picked up her phone, scrolled her fingers for Dave's name, and a call came in just as she was about to touch it. That was Dave. What a coincidence!"I was just about to call you," she said as soon as the call was connected. She still had a bright

First, Jeff took her for a walk around the block. They stopped at every stand or food truck to try what they sold. Crepes, lattes, sandwiches, sausages, ice cream, and more."No, no, no," she objected when Jeff pointed out the nearest stand. It sold kebabs, and she was starting to feel full even though it was tempting. It was time to stop, or her stomach would hurt."Just a bite," he coaxed but still pulled her hand with him even though she refused. "Two kebabs, please," he said to a young man, the salesman behind the counter."No. Only one," Anna corrected quickly. "I can't take anymore, Jeff," she begged him."Okay, just one and for you." He complied, but why still for her?Anna shook her head harder than before. She really couldn't take it anymore. It would be a shame if she threw up, wouldn't it?"Okay, just a bit?" He tried to bargain. "I'll spend the rest," he continued."Okay, okay. Just a bit." Finally, she agreed. A bite wouldn't kill her, right? Or at least not embarrass her

He was bothered.Dave didn’t know for sure the beginning, but he had already felt it when the call was cut off. He was disturbed, annoyed, disappointed, something similar. He couldn’t describe it adequately. Obviously, he was in a bad mood.He buttoned his coat casually, then took it off when he felt tight. He would go with something more relaxed, despite wearing a suit. After all, he just needed to obey the dress code and wear a suit.“Good evening, Dave,” said Bill Russo, owner of The Daily News, one of the most famous newspapers in New York. It was its birthday for forty years. “Thanks for coming,” he continued, shaking his hand.“Sure. It’s a special day. Congratulations!”“Thanks. We won’t be here without Byrne.”Dave actually only owned about six percent of the shares. But if he added up the other Byrne, they hold the majority share.“We’re happy to be part of The Daily News.”After the small talks, Dave left him to give the others a chance to congratulate him. And he needed win