(Last chapter's continuation) “He is?“ asked Nora with a voice filled with disbelief. “I am?“ asked David. “Yes! He's that guy I told you about, Nora. He had the lead role in the “Ten days in hell” movie.“ Nora looked at the man before him, like she could hardly believe what she was hearing. She and David were very close for such a long time. How come she never knew he was an actor? “Is this true, David?“ Nora managed, not knowing what else to say. David nodded as his reply, adjusting his tie like it was just starting to choke him. And for the first time, Nora noticed that he was wearing an actual suit—not the pencil-jeans and T-shirt he always wore when they were still… Catherine was practically jumping in excitement. “How come a person as rich and famous as you is in a North Hollywood bar of all places? What happened to the real celebrity cities like Los Angeles and New York?“ “I—” “We need to leave right now, Cat,” Nora suddenly said, not giving “David Beckham” a ch

Nora was walking around the sitting room of her apartment, her hands folded on her chest like she was pondering something very important. The house and surroundings were quiet, since their closest neighbours were some feets away from them; and they had all gone to their working place. Nora picked her phone from the table in front of her, and let-out a grunt when she saw that her email was empty. None of the companies she applied to had accepted her. Nora sincerely didn't know what department she wanted to work in. She did go to school, but it was barely before graduating that she was swept back into the web of her father's mafia family situations. Not that she cared, though. She would gladly accept if she got a job as a cleaner, nanny or even a cooking staff—as long as the job would fetch her a little more money to add to the one she had saved so she could fly out of the country and start an entirely new life. Nora slumped down to a chair in the living room, her eyes spinning

The news had spread all over the radio stations, newspapers and other social media apps in Los Angeles and the whole of America that Alvin Miller of Crystal Blue company threatened to kill all the board directors and shareholders of Madrin Company if they ever neared his company again. They were reporters outside the Skyscraper of Blue Crystal company, all struggling and fighting to pave a way into the building. But the security was tight, so none of them could go in. Amanda was stressed. She had been sending messages and running errands for her boss since the day started. It was about 2p.m. now, and yet the reporters weren't showing any signs of wanting to give up. Alvin was pacing around in his office, hitting his fists on the wall in anger and destroying the MacBook that sat on his table. Two of the companies they had partnership with had called and cut ties with Blue Crystal company. The rest had sent letters to confirm if what they were hearing was true, and Alvin couldn't eve

It was 6:30. The city of Los Angeles was busy and eventful as always. Alvin was in his father's Cadillac car. They were both in the back seat, driving to a place which Alvin guessed was the banana penthouse. The drive was silent and uneventful, and Alvin looked at the chauffeur's head as he drove—since he wanted to avoid his father's gaze at all costs. None of them has said a word since they left the interrogation room. And Alvin wanted to ask his father many questions but he was too scared to do so—like his asking would bring the harshness of reality to fall over him once again. The silence was slowly killing Alvin, twisting around his heart and soul like a boa constricting its prey. They had been driving for hours now, and still they hadn't arrived at their destination. Alvin was tempted to ask his father where they were heading to, but he didn't dare. He wanted to enjoy the peace and the silence a little longer before he faced his punishment. He looked outside through the w

(Last chapter's continuation) Nora looked at David with shaken eyes, her features rigid and wavering at the same time. “What?“ David walked up to her, his expression unreadable as always. “Raven. Who is he… or her?“ “I owe you no explanation, asshole!“ Nora suddenly said before running out. Catherine ran after her, followed by David who did it in a more composed way. Nora was looking around, searching for a possible means of transport. The cops hadn't let her see her surroundings when they were taking her here—and she would have been more frustrated than ever if the station was not in North Hollywood. Catherine finally lost it. “Can you tell me what's happening, Nora? Or you've finally run mad?“ Nora shot her a glare that made her freeze. They had fought once, and Nora knew Catherine feared her more than death but was using her acting talent to hide it. “I came with my car,” David announced, walking up to Nora. “I know you don't have any money on you, babe. I can driv