Venice waits for the answer. What happened? Don't tell herself that's just fantasy? She laughed to herself at the thought. She got dressed first before coming down and was going down the stairs when she noticed a bulk of the body standing in the living room, his back at her.
"Why are you here?" Venice asked, and arranging the tying of her hair, she looked up at the wall clock above the entrance door. It's already ten pm.
The man turned around, and Venice's eyes widened as he held a black folder. Her forehead furrowed slightly as she looked up at it.
"Why are you here, Bloodstone?" Venice asked.
The man was tall, his hair was gray and a little bit long, his blue eyes met her gaze, and he was wearing a black suit and tie. The usual wearing of him. The seriousness painted in his beautiful
