A WEEK passed swiftly. While waiting for our flight to Europe I work to Nicholas' company.

Go to work in the morning and go home in the evening. My car was always at the back door because management could not stop reporters from lurking outside the establishment.

"Hmm, whats wrong? You seem having a bad day today?"

I glanced sharply at Farrah who pulled out a swivel chair to sit next to me.

I didn’t answer and distracted myself with the papers in front of me.

"Fine, see you later, huh? " She quickly stood up and left me so that I could no longer refuse.

If I could just...