I stared at the file with a million emotions raging inside me. Will I find answers to all my questions there? At least to a small one? A small but most important one.Is Raphael involved?I had a difficult time finding my voice or thinking coherently. Should I feel ashamed that my avenge took a back seat to this glaring uncertainty? My stomach churned, making me want to almost throw up my breakfast. Am I being selfish here? Thinking to guard my heart rather than seeking the culprit? Guilt is also playing a major role here. GUILT. Am I betraying Raphael by reading his family secrets? Is this considered as breaking trust? Could I meet his eye after reading this? Knowing I went behind his back, willingly digging skeletons from his family's closet? What will this do to our relationship? Will he ever forgive me, if he comes to know?It's not like you are selling this information. It's like Google search. Nothing no one doesn't know. I give myself a prep talk burying

'Elizabeth Walton. The sole heir to Walton industries. The only one which is powerful enough to rival the Sinclair dynasty.''So? Why is she linked to this case? I don't get it''Henry married his rival's daughter. So did Edward. Now you get it?''Oh...oh', I get it, god, did I?'You mean to tell me that...Raphael Sinclair... will be ...marrying her?', I spattered each word out, jealousy raging its ugly head.'No. But it was decided in the family that she would be married into it or so the rumors say'.'No one... and I mean no one can tell Raphael Sinclair what to do. This I know. So, it would mean she must be for Nathaniel. She has a motive. She must have thought of Sophie was a threat to her position. It would be her. Don't you see it? She has the power and motive', I defended my case, making sure to target HER.'Erica... she may have done it. Or maybe not. But you, behaving like a jealous girlfriend, doesn't help.''I'm not.

I woke up confused and disoriented, felt like I was immersed in year-long sleep inertia. I thought I heard something along the lines 'I wish it wasn't you'. Did I imagine it? I couldn't tell anymore. I checked for Raphael, but he isn't anywhere to be seen. Where is he? Did I scare him off? Is he waiting somewhere; For me to vacate his office? Was I too emotional? Too clingy? I mentally cringed thinking how it would have appeared to Rafa.What do you expect? You- Sleeping beauty and he- a prince, kneeling on the floor, waiting for you to wake up? Walking into the sunset, living happily ever after! Please!!That would have been the day earth stood still. I gave an internal sigh and thought of going back to the desk, behaving normally, but… I discarded that idea. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t face another day not knowing what’s going to happen to us. It’s time to tell Raphael Sinclair how I feel. It’s time he knows. It’s just&hell

‘If it’s any consolation, I never discussed who is more handsome- you or your brother. Because for a fact I know you are more…you know… handsome’, I tried to butter him up, my cheeks burning from embarrassing myself before Vivian.My persuasion tactics must have worked on him because he asked Vivian to leave. Good. At least there would be no audience.‘Why were you asking outsiders about my family M. Anderson?’, he asked solemnly.‘Because you never discuss anything about them. You never say anything personal about yourself. I know we are still very new in our relationship, but I have a right to know about you. At the very least about your family. God, I didn’t even know you had a brother until Nathaniel Sinclair turned up at the office. How would you know how it made me feel? I was not asking about your bank details or some company secrets. I was just inquiring about your family, which can be learned by an

There is not even a chance of me trying to behave like I didn’t hear him. I was stuck like a deer caught in headlights. Coming face to face with a potential murderer is not how I pictured my lunch break going to be.‘I…uh…I’, that’s it, my mind took a bag and went on a vacation. What will someone say to their sister’s murderer? Rage boiled inside me. I want to plummet him to the ground with my blows. Alas, I shall not do it. I shook myself clearing any emotions and lingered and pasted a smile on my face.I tried again with my pretension. ‘Oh, Mr. Sinclair, I was just going to have some lunch. You must be busy. Here, please don’t let me keep you from whatever work you were doing’, I slide out from the elevator, giving him a wide berth for him to enter.‘Oh no. How can I work when I can have a chance to have lunch with such a pretty face!’, he tried to flatter me.Lunch? with him? I i