“Stuart Reeds was his name.” Kennedy explains, pacing the office all the while his employer sat behind her desk, reading through the employee candidate list for what seemed like the hundredth time.After the interview has ended, a bit too quickly than he had expected, Leonica had requested for the file, mumbling underneath her breath about Stuart having this awful off putting vibe around him.But even after yet another back ground check, license plate scans and criminal background check up, they still couldn’t find anything to match her suspicion.“Previously worked in C&D industry as the head of their accounting department.” He continued on, unaware of how the name of the mentioned company had caught Leonica’s attention.“C&D industry?” She asked, raising her gaze from the file for the first time. Her question earned a nod from the *ssistant, which later left her to think back to where she had heard the said name.Less than a minute later, it clicked into place. Owen, he had mentione

The moment Leonica had left, Bill stuck his head through the door, testing the water whether or not it was okay for him to step in.“Sir?” He called out, snapping Gabriel out of whatever he had been thinking about at that moment. “May I step in?”Gabriel waved his hand at his *ssistant’s question, indicating that he could do whatever he pleased. Tentatively, he stepped in while Gabriel returned back to the chair he had been seating in, grabbing the photo he has found in the process.Once again staring at the photo, Ashley in particular, Gabriel found his mind replaying Leonica's words, something that had somewhat become like a daily routine to him, since he had woken up a few days ago.He wondered, had he really been that much of an *sshole?Was he the reason their marriage ended? The reason why Ashley was forced to live with a broken family?Although he couldn’t recall a thing about the child, Gabriel felt connected to him, just from the photo alone and thinking about how much the ch

Anastasia stood by her window, watching as Leonica and Ashley got into their car, the former stopping to wave her goodbye, to which she waved back even though she couldn’t be seen, before they drove off.Watching the vehicle drive away, she heard the sound of her phone ringing from her study. She moved towards it, mumbling underneath her breath how much she hated answering clients late in the night while having extra work to do, you know, stuffs that only lawyers could understand.By the time she had arrived at her study and located her phone from underneath a pile of growing client cases, the phone was on its second ring. Taking a moment, she studied the unknown number calling, brows furrowing as she tried to recall which of her clients had this number.After much trying and pondering, Anastasia answered the phone by the third call.“Attorney Johansson speaking.” She said once the phone had been pressed again her ear.However, the voice that greeted her was one she was not expecting

It was fifteen minutes past their meeting time, and Anastasia, who was had been the first to arrive, sat in one of the restaurant chairs, grumbling underneath her breath."Where the heck is he?" Anastasia mumbled underneath her breath and reached for her phone, unlocking it when a text message entered.Opening the text message, she had expected to see a message from Lloyd, but it wasn’t.[Anastasia?]The first message read.[This is your number, right? I know this is your number.] The second one read and at this point, after reading those two messages alone, Anastasia doubted this number belonged to Lloyd.[Who's this?] She typed, hesitating for a few seconds before sending it.Not more than a few seconds had gone by before both bars turned blue, indicating that the sender has read her message.A minute p*ssed and she was growing impatient, and as though they sensed her impatience, her phone beeped, another text message entering.[You responded. I didn’t think you’d even read my messa

It had taken Gabriel's cry of pain only a few seconds to reach Leonica’s ears. She snapped her head around, a little too fast than she would like, and instantly rushed to his side when she found him clutching the side of his head.“Gabriel, hey, are you okay?” She questioned, placing her hand on his shoulder to steady his body that looked like it was ready to turn rigid at any given moment from the wave of pain he was experiencing.“Hey, talk to me.” She nearly barked at his silence, not liking it for one second longer when he remained silent, groaning in the obvious pain that he was experiencing.what the h*ll was going on? Leonica thought, frantically searching his body, his face to be exact, for some sort of answer to her question.The answer of question soon surfaced itself. But instead of coming in the form of words, a signal of him being okay or something opposite, it showcased itself in the form of a folded, line marked Polaroid camera photo of Angelina, laying peacefully on th