We remained in that posture, and I was simply staring at him, my mind racing with questions, and thinking that if he was this wealthy, he would have already devised a strategy for getting my background examined.

I scoffed and fixed him with my gaze. I was still, quite and didn't know what to say in response. My hands were still clutching the glass as I moved away from him, and I drank what was currently left on the glass. Every time I swallowed, the liquid felt like it was like a burning fire drawing in my throat.

"I believe you should return home." he remarked in a hushed voice....