On the highest floor of Zenith inc were gathered well dressed business men referred to as ‘the board of directors’. As expected they were there to go through the current business insights and sales report of the company. It wasn’t a rare sight.It actually happened once every three months. The dormant partners were also tapped in for the meeting. They participated with telecommunication devices as they were mysterious and liked to keep their identities hidden.The meetings which were impromptu were emergency meetings, ones where the capabilities of the current employees and management were questioned. Those happened seldom and always hauled in at atmosphere of worry and concern within the board members.Today was not one of days where the horrible meetings happened. This wasn’t one where shareholders and members of the board gather to query the financial standing of the company in real life.On the contrary, this one of those occasions where the tenacity and tact of the people on top

“The sooner you understand that my attachment is not to this place but to you, the better,” she smiled fondly. “I like you, Donovan.” He was flushed. Was Catherine a day drinking? What was he going to say to her? She liked him? Donovan never knew the idea of love growing up. After his father left, everything turned sour. “I like you so much that I can’t help myself sometimes,” she said with a broad smile across her face. Her smile completely faded. “But how can I like someone I don’t know?” He stared at her intensely. What did she mean she didn’t know him? His heart sunk into his chest. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I know your name, your house, the names of all your family members, your company—” she paused, staring down with a wry smile pasted on her face. It was actually true. She knew nothing about him, and he knew a lot about her. Some things he found out on his own because of how open and honest she had been, others he found through Jerry. “Donovan, I don’t know you!” she sa

“Hello, am I on to Catherine Flora?” the voice spoke from the other end of the phone. She glanced at the caller ID once more, an unknown number. She didn’t get calls often, so anytime she did, she got a little tensed. Could it be mum or dad? Who wants to talk to me? Who wants to see me? Her heart would race in anticipation of something good, promising even. Was it just wishful thinking? “Yes, you are,” Catherine said hesitantly. Who was this strange female calling her? She couldn’t recognize the voice. It was definitely not her mother. “Here,” she hears the lady say, then some rustling follows before the phone is passed and she hears a familiar voice. What is happening? “Catherine, hello.” Catherine tries to decipher who the distressed voice belongs to. “Keila?” she takes a guess. But why would Keila be calling her? How did she get her number? She pauses to think, then remembers she gave it to her in the dressing room some weeks ago. “Yes, can you come pick me up?” her voice pul

“He’s recovering but the man would be better off in his home,” the doctor patted his shoulder and walked in the other direction. Donovan contemplated carefully. Kenny sends him a look that spoke for itself. “I know what you’re thinking and no, I already have a lot on my plate as it stands.” “And that why we have Janet,” he said leaving Donovan to think about it for a second. They had run a man over, the least they could do was give him shelter for the mean time. “Stanford and Rachel don’t have to know. We can hide him in the guest house,” Kenny explained. Donovan brows were creased. His frown deepened. “Fine,” he said defeated. Kenny was making very solid points. The doctor walked back inside, “so the scan we ran finally came back,” he cleared his throat. Donovan knew it was nothing but trouble. “What Mr. Campbell?” “He has a concussion and internal bleeding. We’ve managed to do something about the internal bleeding but he won’t remember a lot of things for a while,” he explained

Keila walked out of the elevator, knew something fishy was going on but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She scanned the parking lot for all of the cars but couldn’t account for one convertible Donovan usually went out with. There was a gap where the silver convertible should have been.Panic welled up inside her, and she rushed over to the empty parking space. The cars usually went for servicing often but that particular one just came back from the shop after Donovan had decided to change the skin to silver.Keila stood there, her mind racing through the possibilities. Donovan was the only one who had access to that car, one of his priced possessions. She doubted he loved her the way he did that car. He came to pick her up without it.She was certain if she asked him where it was he would reply with, “Give it a rest Keila, do you want to learn how to drive?”“Stupid!” she cussed under her breath.Her anxiety began to heighten. She quickly remembered she hadn’t taken her medicatio