on his chair with a faraway look on hi

nge light shone in through the large French windows,

ds the sound and watched as Nova walked in. Nova knew that Wilson was wait

peak for a while. He didn't know how to phrase what he was going to say, and h

of the desk and Wilson. The sudden shift to darkness dragged Wilson back to his senses. He slo

ce Nova had come to his office, it must me

llowed nervously then said, "Yes. I've se

ulled himself up to sit straight and finally shoo

l looking into their place of residence but..." Nova lowered his eyes to the groun

can handle whatever it is. If she were some socialite or a lady from a rich family, she wouldn't have been so pure and hum

t they seem!" Nova said hurriedly. "Isabel is... Isabel is actuall

h to make him break out in a cold sweat. He gripped the photo of Isabel fiercely. H

sbelief. He gave a mocking smile, but there was still some

're all looking forward to having their special time with her..." Nova im

his hand and let the photo fall to the ground. That perfect dream, that perfect image of her that he'd held in h

afted by, and for, himself. Isabe

posure and stood. The playful, charming li

little more interesting?" Wilson sneered as

he followed Wilson out the o

t in the city." Wilson waited patiently for the elevator to arrive. Once the doors slid

black Lamborghini, racing down the highway towards th