Yoshiro was irking Renata. He was trying to get close to her which she didn’t like. He made her touch his chin and neck when all she wanted was to get away from him. What shocked Renata was when Yoshiro asked about Michelangelo. Thank God! Angela walked in at the right moment or she would have taught Yoshiro some manners. “You know him?” asked Renata to Angela. “Yeah, we had a video chat in the morning. He is the client I told you about. I was just concerned when I saw a lot of people standing outside. What happened to him?” asked Angela. “Nothing! And if he is the client I am not working on his campaign,” said Renata and walked out of the room. “Ren! Renata!” shouted Angela and tried to run after her. But then she had a client to tend to. “Will you be, okay?” “Yeah, yeah, I have fresh clothes. Don’t worry,” said Yoshiro. “Please wear those and I will meet you in my cabin,” said Angela. “Um… Ms. Renata left her jacket. Could you send her back?” “I can give that to her,” said A

The soft orange light woke Renata up. Her alarm was still sleeping but she woke up. The chatter in her brain didn’t quiet down. She was still thinking about Yoshiro. She was thinking of punishing him but how, she had no idea. Should she complain to the police about sexual assault. But where was the proof? Instead, she physically assaulted him, she bit his lips and there was blood. Maybe everything would backfire. She took a deep breath and walked to her balcony. The soft morning light mixed with mildly cold air hit her face. They were like an elixir to her senses. The chatter in her brain quieted down. As she woke up early, she thought of exercising. While she was doing push-ups, her alarm started ringing and she knew it was time to get ready for work. She first took a bath to get rid of all the sweat and while in her pyjamas she came out of her room. Sameeksha and Valentina were making breakfast. She went to help them. After having breakfast and she made sure that she would drink a

People were talking to each other about the attack on the nominees. All were shocked that that happened. Even the consiglieres didn’t know who planned the attack. All were working together to find it out. Stephan was supposed to come and give them some news but Tikhon and Stephan were late. Suddenly everyone went silent. There was no gong yet everyone knew that Tikhon had arrived. Dressed in a crisp back suit, he looked terrifying. His handlebar moustache was even sharper today. Walking with him was demure Aurora. She was not looking at anyone as everyone knew she had her orders, never to look at any other man except Tikhon. People knew what would happen if she would look at anyone else. Nika, the wife of Tikhon, was dressed in black fur and walked before Tikhon to pay her respects. Even though Stephan told her not to talk, she kept babbling. “Where are the sticks? How do I light it? God! Everything is so slow,” Nika kept disturbing the ceremony. She just stuck the stick and didn’t

Severino and Vicktor panicked when they saw Michelangelo running away from them. He never wanted that life and now he was thrown into that. He would have to deal with murders, gunfire, and bodyguards. He was not allowed to go anywhere without people following him. Severino and Vicktor jumped as soon as the lift opened. Everyone kept looking for Michelangelo but was already in the lift going towards the 22nd floor. “That idiot!” shouted Severino. “Where do you want to look for him? I am going left and then I will keep checking every floor up, you take right,” ordered Vicktor. “Wait!” suddenly something struck his brain. “What?” asked Vicktor. “He is here to meet her, he is not leaving without meeting her. That idiot!!!!” shouted Severino. “What, now?” “He didn’t run away from us, he ran towards her. He wanted to spend time alone with her, I am sure. I am going to kill him for giving me a heart attack,” Severino gritted his teeth. “Are you sure?” asked Vicktor. “Yes, I am sure.

Renata was happy to see new people volunteering for charity work. It was good that youngsters were getting involved in charity. “You come here often?” asked Narciso after a minute of silence. “Yes, this is my turf, you can say,” said Renata. “My friends and I always come here and help Father Paul.” “Father Paul?” asked Narciso. “That old man helping those homeless people, is Father Paul,” said Renata. “Oh!” “How did you hear about this soup kitchen?” asked Renata. “Oh, the hotel at the corner, you know that, right? I work there. I saw this soup kitchen every day on my way home. So, this weekend I thought of coming here. Being in the service industry, makes me want to help people even more,” said Narciso. What Renata didn’t know was that every word out of his mouth was a lie. “Wow! That’s nice.” “You mentioned your friends. So, are you alone or did your friends come here too?” smiled Narciso. “Oh, everyone’s here. All of my four friends are here, but I only see three of them h