"WTF!!" Mr Davison exclaimed.
Snow looked at the seat he was seated, she continued to make the silence seem longer as though she didn't get his question.
"When??" Mr Davison asked her and then she gave him an answer.
"I just found out not long ago!" Snow spoke and then Mr Davison thoughts could be ready aloud.
Mr Davison quickly took out the drawer removing some files that was in it and then placed them on the table.
Snow stared at the file for a while and then he obliged her to take it and open it. She did and then she read the content.
"So this was it." Snow made the remark.
"Yes!" Mr Davison replied.
She gave him a slight 'Its okay' smile and then he also returned it until she was about to leave then he called back to her.
"Snow!! Be safe, We might soon have to contact each other more often." Snow nodded in affirmation. She understood what he meant and wished it was would never back to being real.
She walked out of the office, down the hall, got into the elevator and then went downstairs.
The secretary lady greeted her while she was on her way out and then Snow accorded her.
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~GIRLS SUITE- 1:00PM
Snow drove back to campus as William told her over the phone that Minnie would be coming back there as she had been discharged already.
Snow walked up the stairs only to be startled by Oliver who waited for her there for a long time. "You scared me!!" Snow said beating her chest softly and he wasn't sorry for it.
"Where were you all day??" He asked taking a step closer to her and she took steps down.
"Classes. We had a marathon." She said confidently knowing fully well that she didn't attend lectures today.
"Really??" Oliver asked wanting her to blurt out the truth of where she was.
"Yes. What do you think? That I am lying." She looked him straight in the eye and then she couldn't do anything but stare at him closely.
"I never said so." Oliver didn't want to drag words as he felt like she didn't want to talk about her outing.
He knew for a fact she never went to class. He had wanted to speak with her and then about her last conversation with him and his response but couldn't get through to her.
He had seen Charlotte who was Snow's coursemate and had asked her if Snow showed for lecture and then she told him no.
"Is there something you want to talk to me about??" She searched for answers but then Oliver also wanted to postponed the discussion to a better time.
"Let's go upstairs." Oliver concluded, Snow quickly walked past him gave him an annoying staring and then walking upstairs.
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Minnie was seated on the couch eating some fruits with William in the kitchen making her a meal when Snow and Oliver walked in.
The sound of chopping and television filled the room. "You are back." Minnie smiled at snow even though still concentrated on her movie as she was.
"Yes." Snow replied her and then Minnie threw in one more question. "How was lecture?" Snow walked towards her before giving a response. "Nothing out of the ordinary." She remarked, sanking into the couch Minnie was on.
William was busy in the kitchen, whipping up a meal for Minnie. The aroma of sizzling vegetables and savory spices wafted through the air, making Snow's stomach growl with hunger.
Minnie turned to Snow, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "So, What did you get for me?"
Snow shrugged, taking a seat beside Minnie on the couch. "Get for you?? I could have brought an annoying flower."
Minnie nodded thoughtfully. "It's not too late to go get it." Snow rolled her eyes. "By the way, have you seen Violet?"
Snow shook her head. "No, I haven't. Where is she?"
Minnie replied, "She went out to get some things for the stores."
Just then, Oliver strolled into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on William.
A sly grin spread across his face. "William, you're taking care of your her way more than you have ever took care of your cousin."
William chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Thanks, Oliver. Though it's not official yet."
"Did you really take that as a compliment?" Oliver questioned him and William nodded negatively.
The group chatted on, the conversation flowing easily between the two girls and the boys.
After a while, Snow stood up, stretching her arms over her head. "I'm going to go freshen up," she announced, heading towards the bathroom.
As she closed the door behind her, Snow couldn't shake off the feeling everything might crumble soon.
But for now, she pushed the thought aside, focusing on the warmth and camaraderie of the afternoon.
*****
Violet had just finished shopping and was loading her provisions into the car when a vehicle suddenly careened towards her, narrowly missing her as she stood in front of her parked car.
Her heart skipped a beat as she realized how close she'd come to disaster. But before the vehicle could hit her, a stranger swiftly pulled her to safety.
Violet's heart racing, she turned to her rescuer and saw a familiar face - Leo. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he said, "You can thank me, Violet. I just saved your life."
Violet's gratitude was short-lived, however, as she quickly turned her attention to the driver of the other car, who had smashed into her vehicle.
The driver, a flustered-looking young woman, leapt out of her car, apologizing profusely.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Violet demanded, her anger rising. "Didn't you see me standing there? You could have killed me!"
The driver looked mortified. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention. It was an accident, I swear."
Before long, the police arrived, and after a brief exchange, the driver was issued a fine and held responsible for the damages to Violet's car.
As the officer took statements and wrote up the report, Violet turned to thank Leo once more.
"Thanks again for saving me back there," she said, feeling a twinge of gratitude. "I owe you one."
Leo quipped, "I guess you owe me one now." He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "But don't worry, I won't collect... yet."
Violet bristled, replying, "I don't owe you anything. I already thanked you." She folded her arms, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Leo chuckled, saying, "Oh, come on, Violet. Don't be like that. I'll call you when I want something." He winked, his grin infuriating.
Violet shot back, "I won't pick up your call. Get that into your head." She spun on her heel, ready to walk away.
Leo called out, "We'll see about that!" His laughter echoed through the air as Violet stalked off, her anger simmering just below the surface.
With the encounter at an end, Violet opted to take a taxi home, leaving Leo behind.
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Violet walked into the house, greeted by the warm sounds of laughter and conversation coming from the kitchen and made her way to the living room, where Minnie was engrossed in her favorite TV show.
As Violet entered, Minnie looked up and exclaimed, "Hey, Violet's here!" She paused her show and turned to Violet with a hopeful smile. "Violet, did you get me a flower?"
Violet hesitated, unsure of what Minnie was talking about. "Was I supposed to?" she asked, confusion etched on her face.
Mimi teased, "I guess that's why you and Snow fit perfectly. You both don't see the needs of things!" Violet giggled at the good-natured jab.
"Just kidding, I got you a flower," Violet said with a smile, pulling out a small bouquet from behind her back.
Minnie's face lit up with delight as she took the flowers from Violet. "Thank you so much, Violet!" she exclaimed, rushing over to show William, who was busy cooking in the kitchen.
"William, look what Violet got me!" Minnie said, waving the flowers in the air. William turned around, a warm smile on his face.
"That's so kind of you, Violet," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Violet smiled back, feeling happy to have made Minnie's day. She then turned to Oliver, who was sitting at the kitchen table, and said hi. Oliver returned the greeting, his eyes sparkling with friendliness even with the awkwardness.
"I want to get to my room." She made an excuse and then left.
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Mr. Bryan's mansion loomed like a monolith, its towering spires and turrets reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers.
The estate's grounds were immaculately manicured, with perfectly trimmed hedges and gardens that seemed to stretch on forever.
But despite its grandeur, the mansion exuded a cold, foreboding aura that seemed to seep from its very foundations.
Inside, Mr. Bryan sat in his favorite chair, a massive, ornate throne-like monstrosity that seemed to swallow him whole.
His eyes gleamed with an unnerving intensity as he listened to his bodyguard, who stood before him, speaking in hushed tones.
Mr. Bryan's expression remained unreadable, but his eyes seemed to bore into the soul of his bodyguard.
When the guard finished speaking, Mr. Bryan's voice was low and even, but laced with an undercurrent of menace. "Contact her immediately."
The bodyguard nodded and complied, quickly exiting the room to carry out Mr. Bryan's orders.