Deagan stared at his reflection in the small mirror above the sink, his uncle’s guest bathroom was rather cramped in comparison to the one he was accustomed to moving around in, in his apartment. He wasn’t sure if his mind was playing tricks on him or his eyes really did look wide in panic and his lips parted more than usual because he was having a hard time breathing. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly the way his therapist showed him to do if he felt overwhelmed which is exactly what he felt at that moment. “Deagan, are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while.” Amaya’s voice travelled through the crack of the door, stunning him a little. Clenching his teeth together, he decided to bite the bullet a

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, members of the press and media. D’Heart Incorporated, previously known as “Cross-C Shipping” has come a long way from where it all began, under the impeccable guidance of our CEO, Mr Andrew King, and the distant watchful eye of the infamous Mr Ivan D’Heart himself, we have conquered the world of international shipping, going as far as to own our own shipping yard in various countries. Our line of business is quickly evolving, the world is becoming more and more accessible as the days pass and the demand for products across the world is greater than ever.” Sandra announced. “We’ve heard his name countless times over the years, somehow getting used to the idea of the phantom, but today ladies and gentlemen I am pleased to an

Aria sighed heavily after getting off the phone with Deagan, his flight was delayed after postponing his trip for another two days, she was at her wit’s end.  The surprise birthday party she planned with the help of his family and Drew was on the rocks and she had no idea what to do, the food was being prepared and decor was done, waiting on his arrival and given his recent call, she wasn’t sure he’d make it back in time for his birthday at all.  Aria picked up the phone and dialed Andrew’s number, blinking away the dizzy spell caused by the migraine she couldn’t seem to shake.  “Aria, I’m just finishing up my meeting, I’ll leave straight from here to pick him up,” Andrew spoke quickly. 

Aria massaged her temples as she stepped out of the courthouse, she spent the better part of the day in the courtroom and while she felt like death, she was ecstatic that the jury finally ruled in favour of her client who was a young man fighting for custody of his daughter after his ex-girlfriend ran away with her new boyfriend and took their child with.  She squinted when the blinding afternoon sun attacked her and stopped for a moment to recollect herself, feeling a dizzy spell come on.  Amidst her confusion, her eyes landed on a bright red Ford Granda parked haphazardly at the bottom of the steps with a handsome man leaning against the bonnet of the car.  His white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons left undone moulded perfectly

Aria left her meeting with the District Attorney and headed straight for the airport with the various case files she retrieved already on their way to her office in Seattle. The documents were too important to carry on so instead she had them couriered home.  Aycin would be touching down in a few minutes and looking at the dreadful Big Apple traffic before her, she resolved that he would have to wait on her. His interview was at 8 am on Friday morning at the hospital which was only a few minutes walk from the hotel she booked them into.           At first, they meant to fly back on Friday after his interview, but Aycin’s mood hadn’t improved much since the previous week, so after contemplation with Deagan, they figured a few days away might help him get over his funk.