The next day, after work, Roxanne was home.

She was exhausted. Work has been hectic. She could not walk around without noticing suspicious looks from some of the workers.

She would not deny her father's influence here. He had been managing it for years though.

She dropped her bag on the table and let out a deep breath.

She wished her evening for just go without hitches.

But peace was not something she had been used to because of her family.

She noticed a black box in the middle of the dinning table. She didn't see it there that morning.

She looked at it again. There was no name, and...