Chapter Eight

I put my phone down after that alarming phone call. It might be true something is going on but the information given freely this way is more dangerous than the culprit. They aim at something and the only way to find out is to do the exact opposite of what they expect.

My mind is constantly thinking of what happened and who my enemies are. The death of Alexandria and my parents is something still waiting to be solved.

I become restless, so I decide to walk to my office and see what documents I can go over to use as a distraction before I resume work tomorrow.

My house is a huge mansion with so many rooms, it is beautifully decorated and spacious. It was made of Rocks as if to symbolize my cold personality. Its windows were as shy eyes, large to welcome any ray of sun.

The solid rock walls stood firm as if sending a message to show that it rightfully belonged right where it was as if perchance it had grown up right from that hallowed ground. It was as though it had been called into exi