Chapter 25 The sun will rise.

_Neon

My Uncle walked into my office without knocking, making me look up from my desk. The man was in his forties but he didn't look a day past thirty. That was part of the charm and the fact that he knew how to dress well. It was no wonder women were falling over their heads to be in his bed. He was a good-looking man.

"That is something only you can do," I said and looked at his jovial face, I was trying to read the real expression on his face. But his face didn't sell out anything. With him it was hard to tell, he seemed to be in the best of moods even when the world was crumbling around him.

"Who is that young thing outside your door?" He pointed to the door, and I was genuinely surprised it had taken him this long.

"Sylvia?" I asked, acting puzzled by his sudden question, knowing very well, Sylvia was a woman and my uncle was a man, who could smell the female scent from a mile away. Even if Sylvia had been tugged away in her office instead of her desk outside my door, my uncle