Darmiel drove to his office not aware that Glecy was outside of the Grayson’s mansion this morning, watching him, Ameelah and Amiel, saying goodbye sweetly to each other. His sleek metallic dark gray sedan navigated the morning rush hour with a little traffic discomfort . His hands gripped the leather steering wheel loosely, his mind completely replaying the warm, soft sensation of Ameelah’s lips against his just moments ago, and the sweet, excited voice of his nine-year-old son promising to visit him later. The heavy shadow of danger lurking right outside the mansion's iron gates remained entirely invisible to him.
He entered his office humming, his every move was full of life and his face lit up with joy. The grand executive floor of the Hilbates holding empire was bathed in bright morn
