Miranda's POVI arrived at work early so I could meet with Edwin. I know he comes early too and would just leave once it's almost time for a normal resume and then be back as the boss he is to be acknowledged and so, I wished to see him.The day before, I kept replaying the recorder, thinking about what there is to do and not wanting to make a mistake. The same mistake I did with Maxwell, thinking I can handle it all. There was this tiny part of me that wished I never made that mistake and it was all because I was blinded and couldn't have possibly met up with Edwin. I had my own business to settle and after the whole scene and after I realized Edwin still cares even while he's yet to know I used to be his friend in school, there was this particular part of me that wants to become closer and accept the fact that I like him. I came to the term that I settled my business already. It never was Edwin's fault that he left me. He was an outcast and now, those family members of his all want

Edwin's POV“Have the new team work on the project with the SLL group; we can't have anything go wrong.” I ordered as I stepped into the company.“Yes boss..” Came the answer while we moved further in till my phone vibrated with a message popping on the screen. For a while, I stood still like a brick wall, with my phone held tight in my hand and a slight grin plastering my face.Who would have thought the whole of the Silverstein family and mine would lay low without causing trouble..? Of course, not me because I expected much. They weren't doing anything not because they can't, time is all it takes.From where I stood, I turned back to the direction of the underground pack. A smile still lingered on yet it didn't do much to my anger. I felt my hands clenched as I pressed them on the steering wheel but my breathing was controlled. These people, they're never tired of amazing me, bringing me to a knowledge of how far they can go and a terrifying understanding. In no time, I was in the

Miranda's POVI felt weak, drowned in my own sweat as I ran towards the hospital reception. The nurse there just kept looking at me and not understanding what I was saying at all because I was a mess. There was only one name on my lips, a single name that had me almost disabled from fear.“C.. Christabel..? Christabel!?” I kept saying, repeating the name and bawling my eyes out.“Who is it, Ms..?” The nurse asked but I can't explain, just how can I..? A very healthy person just typed enthusiastically to me, very much happy about modeling for an endorsement, now where's that healthy person? In the hospital..?“C.. Christabel..” I repeated, breathing harder in minutes that I could collapse any moment soon. My limbs feel weak, and my head..? Both mentally, physically and emotionally, I am drained.I swiped to unlock my phone seeing as repeating just a name wouldn't help. I went to my gallery where I swiped through different folders and pictures and finally, I got one that I was looking f