The daylight faded naturally, and after having a ten-course meal made by the famous chef, ‘Ramsey’ from a prestigious five-star restaurant, Rome got on a bus and stopped at the bus stop in front of DreamTeam company by six o'clock.
When he got to Catherine’s office, she took one look at him, smiled, and said, “You are here.”
Then she grabbed her bag, walked over to Rome, and held onto his arm.
“Shall we?” Catherine mumbled, lifting her head to meet his gaze.
“We shall,” Rome replied with his eyes focused on hers.
Then they shared a brief laugh before heading out of her office.
A moment later, they were seated in Catherine's vehicle, and after putting the car in gear, she gazed at Rome and asked, “Should we stop at a restaurant and grab a bite?”
“But then you would be full when you get home, and Madam Rosey will scold you if you refuse dinner with the family.&rdquo
Tracing her fingers down Rome's chest, Catherine slowly opened her eyes. Then her lips curved into a smile as she stared up at his face. Suddenly, he raised his eyelids and warmly smiled while focusing his gaze solely on her. Both of them didn't utter a word for a while as they stared into each other's eyes. “Morning, wife.” Rome finally whispered, blinking slowly as he tried to wake up fully. When Catherine was about to reply, his ringtone interrupted her, and she withdrew from Rome’s arm and sat up, resting her feet on the cold tiles. For a moment, he gazed at her back. Then he reached for his phone and answered the call. “It's seven,” Rome mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. “And it's also the weekend.” Mr. Ford's voice echoed into his ear. “I know. Alright, I'm on my way.” “Good, Orlando is waiting on you.” After ending the call, he stared at Cathrine. Then drew towards her and hugged her f
Without even realizing it, the morning had become noon, and Rome was still stuck on trimming the brushes to perfection.The afternoon sun was hot, and his body was drained with his sweat. But he kept going, and every now and then he would gaze at Catherine, standing a few steps away from him with a water bottle and towel in her hand.“I can't believe she is actually in that blazing heat with him.” Richard said, taking a sip of his tropical juice.Gazing away from the umbrella covering her, Chloe pulled down her shade off her face, stared at the pool before glaring at Rome and Catherine a few distances away from the pool yard.Then she rolled her eyes and said, “That right there is the definition of
For almost fifteen minutes, Rome and his father didn't utter a word to each other. “You seem disturbed.” Mr. Orlando finally said without staring at his son. “I got a lot on my mind,” Rome mumbled, keeping his eyes focus on the windshield. “Burden me with some, and don't keep it all inside. I'm your father, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for you.” “Now that you mention it, there's something I need you to do for me.” Feeling his anger subsiding, Mr. Ford gazed at his son and asked, “What is it?” “I need to keep tabs on Chloe,” Rome said, swaying his gaze towards his father. “Isn't Mr. Orlando already doing that?” “Yes, but he is limited unlike you. There's no happening in this country that you don't know about. That's why I need you to do this for me.” “You can do it yourself.” “What do you mean.” For a second, Mr. Ford looked hesitant. Then he sighed and said, “It's time to introduce you to th
The sound of his ringtone forced Rome to raise his eyelids, and his gaze rested on Catherine, sleeping peacefully on his arm. Then he slowly pulled his hand from under her, picked his phone from the nightstand, and got out of bed. Afterward, he left the room, stood by the door, and answered the call. “Boss.” Brook’s voice echoed into his ear. “Speak,” Rome said, leaning against the wall. “It has happened.” “I will meet you guys at the casino.” After ending the call, Rome was about to go back into the room when he saw Jeff, hurrying down the hallway with his phone pressed against his ear. “What? Faulty wiring! I'm on my way.” Jeff said as he marched past Rome without looking his way. Taking in a deep breath, Rome pushed the door open and headed inside. By seven, he and Catherine came downstairs and met everyone seated in the living room. “What's going on?” Catherine mumbled, noticing the distress
When the BMW door opened, Mr. Orlando gazed back at Rome, entering the car. Then he waited for him to shut the door before saying, “Good morning, young master.” “Morning,” Rome absentmindedly mumbled with his head crowned with thoughts. “Where to?” “To the casino.” Nodding slightly, Mr. Orlando focused on the road, start the car engine, and drove off. After an hour's drive, he brought the car to a stop in front of the skyscraper, and Rome got out followed by K. Then both men marched into the building, heading for the main hall. Once they entered the room, the music stopped, the gambling ceased, and everyone’s gazes center on Rome. Suddenly, they all stood to their feet, bowed slightly, and shouted in unison, “Morning, boss!” “Brook, Blaze, Scar, meet me upstairs,” Rome said, shoving his hands into his pockets. Then he walked away with K two steps behind him, and Brook, Blaze, Scar, followin
For a moment, the leader of the Darklight gang maintained his silence as he tapped his fingers on the desk and coldly stared at Rome. Then he sat up straight and said, “1.5 million.” “Fine,” Rome said with less patience in his tone. “Paper before info.” “I will wire the money to you, but if the information you give me isn't solid, you will pay me back with more than just cash.” “Is that a threat!” “See it as such because it is! Now give me an account number.” For a moment, there was a flicker of fear in the leader of the Darklight gang’s eyes. Then he pulled himself together and called out the account number. It took a few minutes, then his phone buzzed on the desk, and he picked it up, staring at the screen in disbelief. “1.5 million. Sender, ‘anonymous.” He read out loud before gazing at Rome and asking, “Who are you?” “Where's my information?” Rome coldly intoned, striving to hold on to the last
The car was quiet as Mr. Orlando drove Rome to the DreamTeam company. After a while of sitting in silence, Rome pulled his phone from his coat pocket and dialed his father. Once Mr. Ford answered the call, Rome stared away from the windshield and mumbled, “Hello, father.” “You got a favor to ask. What is it?” Mr. Ford's voice echoed into his ear. “Hey! You are painting me like a terrible child. Can't a son call his father to say ‘Hi’ without it involving a flavor?” “So you don't want me to do something for you?” “Actually, I do. I need you to call the chief of police, inform him that I'm about to call him, and then send his number to me.” “Other people get caring sons and I'm stuck with a child who only calls me when he needs a flavor.” Holding in his laugh, Rome rested back on the seat and asked, “What do you need from me, dad?” The line was silent for a few seconds. Then Mr. Ford's voice echoed from the
The first light of dawn met Rome already awake in bed. After blankly staring at the ceiling for a while, his ringtone drew his attention from the chandelier and onto his phone. Then he threw the sheet off him and sat up, resting his feet on the cold tiles before picking up his phone from the nightstand. Afterward, he headed into the bathroom, drew his pattern, unlocked the screen, and answered the call. “Good morning, young Ford.” Derek's voice flowed from the speaker. “What is it, Mr. Brown?” Rome asked with his focus on his reflection in the mirror. “I just want you to know that a member of the Darklight gang has got released, and we will be visiting the Barlow mansion this morning.” “Thanks for the heads up.” “My pleasure.” After canceling the call, he walked back into the room, stared at Catherine, sleeping peacefully, and thought, ‘Today is not going to be pretty. I hope you can handle it.’