After lunch, we went straight to the department store where Guinevere's favorite brand was located. The guard in Dolce and Gabbana shop opened the door wide for us. Several sales clerks immediately assisted us and Gwenny couldn't hide her excitement upon seeing new items at the store. This D&G Store took half of the whole floor of this elegant mall. Opposite it was a jewelry shop owned by one of the finest jewelry makers in England."Des, you promised me. You will buy everything I choose today!" Guinevere uttered, her beaming orbs glued to me."Sure! You can choose anything. I will just sit here and wait!" I replied and she shortly asked the sales clerk to follow her.Guinevere was a former model and she just quit her job when I told her I was going back to New York. In basic terms, she quit her dream because of me. After about a couple of hours, she finally picked up three different types of outfits. A casual one-piece dress, stretchable slacks with an off-shouldered fitted blouse, a

Since we were the ones who saw their bodies, we were brought to the station to be investigated. Amy Leah kept trembling beside me. "Shh! Calm down. Everything will be all right!" I whispered in her ear while kissing her hair. She had been crying since the time we found out about George's death."President Zaborowski, you said that you received a call from George Bonifacio that he would take a week's leave!" the investigator asked me. We were inside a room with a huge glass window, I was familiar with this kind of room as I had seen this scene in movies."Yes! He said he was sick. I didn't ask further considering his age, I thought it was just normal!" I honestly replied."What about you, Mrs. Bailey? Had the deceased or his wife contacted you before?""No! The last time George and I talked was a week ago in de la Frontera Group. I had never seen his wife since my father's funeral!" Amy Leah responded. She tried to speak clearly although her shoulder bounced up and down. I stroked her

Amy Leah's POV.."Donna, do you know where did Desmond go? He didn't go home last night!" I asked his housekeeper who was busy spraying the indoor plants with water."Oh! He went on a business trip with Miss Basile. I forgot to tell you!" she halted and faced me. "You woke up late today. Did you have a good sleep?" her voice was gentle and caring. Too much to be honest, if Desmond ordered them to act like this in front of me."I'm all right, now, Donna. Don't worry!" I smiled back at her and tapped her shoulder. "Do you know when will he come back?""He'll be away for a week so he'll be here on Sunday. Come, you must be hungry. I cooked your favorite!" she gently held my hand and guided me to the dining room."Ahm! Thanks, Donna but black coffee is fine with me. I'm not really hungry!""Oh, no! No!" Desmond told me to take care of you while he's away!" Donna shook her head disagreeing with what I would like to have for brunch. I indeed slept like a log last night."How come you only

Guinevere POV..Using my name to make connections was thrilling, especially when the person was from a noble family or a prominent person in society. It only took me a couple of minutes to pull something off. One reason why Desmond sometimes called me his secret weapon.However, today was different. I had been waiting patiently at the lounge of Bailey International for half an hour but the person I planned to speak with was said to be swamped with his work.I already flipped through the pages of all the financial magazines on the racks, my calves were aching from these more than 3 inches high heels, and I had been yawning for 20 minutes but Mr. Weasly's assistant told me to wait...wait for a moment ...wait for a while!I was done waiting!I rose from my seat and strode gracefully to the entrance door. The assistant hastily blocked me from stepping forward."Miss Basile, you are not allowed to enter without any appointment!" she raised her chin, my heels were my advantage. Although I

I went to my room and just decided to stay there till he arrives. I turned on the TV to ease my boredom, changing channels from one show to another. But nothing is interesting to watch except for the fading cartoon network, the story of the legendary Tom and Jerry. I could say, this show was my parents' childhood.Even if the color was already vanishing and I had watched it a thousand times I could say, Tom and Jerry still made me laugh. It still had this effect on me~ to escape from reality for a while and just laugh out loud. Who would care if my voice echoed throughout the whole villa?"Haay! You're so funny. Your creator is a genius!" I muttered referring to the show.I tried other channels but nothing caught my interest. I turned off the TV and put the remote on the side table at once. I was about to go to the bathroom when my real phone rang. I glanced at the screen and narrowed my eyes at the caller. I picked it up right away."Hello, Warren? You've called?!" flabbergasted I as