Who was Davis? And why did his name cause Donovan to shiver? There was something different about him, an eerie glow.“Cathy!” Ruby, called out. Catherine was in her usual routine today, staring out of her window. Ruby got back to the city the night before right after a distress call from Catherine, explaining the ordeal she had been through for the past week. She booked a late flight before the end of her call with Catherine. “Flora!”, she yelled again. Catherine jerked, hauled back into the present by the high-pitched voice. “I told you to stop doing that. You know the amount of emission those cars produce?”, Ruby scolded. Cathy knew she wouldn’t hear the end of it, so she quickly moved away from the window and stood facing her. “You ready?”, Ruby asked. Cathy let out a breath before saying “Yes”.Catherine smoothed out her pants carefully, trying her possible best not to stain the pearl white beauty. She knew how much Donovan hated wrinkles, he could cringe if his pants were cre

“He’s dead! If you ever in your life snoop into my family’s business again, you’ll regret it.” Donovan had been pretty edgy lately. Why was she poking her nose where it didn’t need to be? He needed to get rid of her and quick. It was only a matter of time till the Smith’s dirty laundry was aired out in the open. “I can’t let that happen, not now, not ever!” He walked back to his room. The house brought back memories, not the kind he would like to remember. It was their vacation home. The whole family came to Korea every summer. Keila was born there as well. She was born at a small hospital very close to a beach they visited often. A lucky child she was, most children were said to have been born on the beach. Donovan’s name was changed after the age of nine. His grandfather wanted to trace of Davis Smith in his household. He remembered vividly how his grandfather chose him to be groomed for the family business instead of Nigel. It was during the summer, Davis and Rachel had a huge f

The party was moved to a larger auditorium. They drove for few minutes to another location off campus. It was properly decorated. For the brief moment Catherine was there, it was said that there were speculations that the Smith family sponsored the event. They obviously started the rumor so it spread fast. They always loved to stand out and be recognized. Sponsoring an event got people liking out of their palm and adding non-existent categories to the award ceremony. At this point if there was a hate the Smith’s group chat, Catherine would be the admin. Indistinct chatter came from all angles of this excellently decorated party venue. There was an endless display of exquisite delicacies. You could tell the party had begun when the sound of glasses clinking filled the air. Irish, Scott’s, American, Canadian, Tennessee, name it. All kinds of whiskey were present at this party. There was a mini bar with all kinds of exotic drinks, from spirits to cocktails. “What are we drinking?” Don

Donovan was prepared to completely forget the night he spent with Catherine but seeing her face everyday wasn’t going to help the situation. He was completely embarrassed and hoped she didn’t remember anything about the previous night. His pride was hurt, never in his life had a lady rejected him. The look of shock on her face in the morning was his conviction that she didn’t remember anything. She just wanted to go home badly so he called for an Uber. Donovan always went to his condo when there was an event and he couldn’t get home. His apartment and home were the only places he felt comfortable in. And for someone of his status, safety was a major priority. That was also the place he took his lovers which were either celebrities or daughters of wealthy business men. “She should consider herself lucky that a person of my status drove her to a luxury apartment”, he scoffed. He had secretaries in the past who he slept with for fun whenever he wanted, when he was done, he would fire

“What does he have on us?,” Stanford asked Donovan. “Nothing, for now,” he answered. “Have you talked to Jerry?,” he inquired. “Yeah,” Donovan said nonchalantly. He was tired of explaining how he had no prior knowledge to Frank Dubel joining the race for Senator. “And he has the DA! Damn bastard,” Stanford was furious. “Well, he is his uncle,” Donovan said, Stanford rolled his eyes, “They’re just well connected, doesn’t mean we’re any less”. He sat quiet for a while. “Fred,” he summoned. “They have too many people in legislature,” Donovan explained. “I know, but we have business connections. The grand judge is my friend, we still have this,” Stanford was concerned but had no intention of showing it. “How’s the campaign team doing?” “They’re doing alright. Trying to come up with manifestos,” Donovan spoke with confidence. He knew the team he hired was more than capable of handling the situation. “We need something persuasive, something they’ve never heard before”. Donovan no