The old man begged Dylan to listen and forgive him as he was telling nothing but the truth. However, Dylan, himself was already convinced that he did the right thing by putting the man in prison. Then he moved out of his seat, wiped off the tears that flooded his cheeks, and evacuated the precinct. A part of me wanted to share my impression of the man who claimed to be a murderer but I'm afraid once I do that, Dylan might not listen to me as well. "So, what do you think about my proposal, Elaine?" he asked on our way back to the car. "Are you in or not?" "But I thought you were already convinced that your Dad's case has given the justice he deserved? Why ask me about your proposal again?" The proposal Dylan was referring to was about him offering my job back. He trusted Lalaine that she would do her job properly but he trusted me when it came to his family issues since I have everyone's background in his family tree. Maureen may be his wife but he couldn't entr

"But Brother Dylan was right, Elaine," Noah insisted. "I am also a man with a manly need. Do will not understand us because you're a woman." To make their duo more convincing, he and Dylan even exchanged high-fives with an ear-to-ear smile on their faces. However, I was still not convinced by it even if the fact that I had no money for the rent deposit. So I replied, "How are you going to protect me then if you have your own room? On top of that, how will you know if someone tried to sneak into the house if you are locked up in your room with a stunning woman on your side?" Dylan simply lifted the tip of his shoulders when my brother attempted to seek his alliance. Instead, he pleaded, "Can we talk for a second outside, Brother Noah?" Then he fixed his serious gaze on me. "This is in between me and your brother, Elaine. I think it would be better if you must know nothing about it." Noah and I exchanged glances. Mine was bothered that Dylan might need my brother to do s

The moment Mauren evacuated the meeting room, I also made my exit since my presence was of no use to the session which was mutually agreed upon by Ghino and Dylan. It was my first day of work and still had a lot of things to do in my office. I need to impress my boss. Neither Ghino nor Dylan needed me at the meeting. So instead of sitting there and doing nothing, I preferred to have a computer screen and keyboard in front of me. But the second I stepped foot into the secretarial office, all of us were caught by surprise when someone grabbed my hair and did not get me the chance to say something when I was pinned to the tinted glass wall by force and got slapped continuously. "Please, call Mr. Spencer! Quick!" Ms. Lalaine ordered Dust and Jennifer as she attempted to stop Maureen from wrecking my face. "No, don't call anyone!" I exclaimed despite having a hard time breathing. "This fight is between me and this gold-digger." "How dare you call me a gold-digger, y

And she surely knew how to get on my nerves when even her smile compelled all the blood in my veins to boil like shit. Happiness streaked through her like a comet, but I was the one who got exploded by it. However, while understanding the situation, the two things that intrigued and confused me the most were how on earth she was part of the crowd and how she knew about the measurement of the diamond ring on my finger. Ghino told me earlier that his friends would be coming to pick us up to join someone's birthday party. He did not mention anything about Maureen as one of his circle of friends. And so was the engagement ring. Don't even know about the size and weight of it. But Maureen immediately recognized it in just the blink of an eye. Who are these people around us, anyway? Are they certainly Ghino's friends? Or just gold-diggers just like Maureen? I have known Maureen for five years and have wandered the entire New York City but I never met and recognized any

Dylan headed to the secretarial office, not to bid farewell to Dust and Jennifer, but to pack my things voluntarily. Both of their jaws dropped to the floor with their eyes fixed on him. "I'll take it from here, Mr. Spencer," I snatched the iPhone tablet and purse from him before he could carry them all by himself to the nearest elevator. "This meeting with the Singapore branch was a last-minute notification, so I'm afraid we don't have much time to get back to our respective places to pack our things," Dylan answered back, "We better get going 'cause we only have one hour and thirty minutes left not to be late for our flight." He slid to the doorway scanned the room for about ten seconds and stopped at me. "Don't worry about clothes, personal hygiene, or anything you need. I already reached out to our people there." "Please, take good care of the office for three days. Don't forget to call me if you guys have questions or concerns, okay?" I spoke up as I checked