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    Okie back again.

    Oh thanks for the comments, Danielle <IMG SRC="smilies/smile.gif" border="0"> . Hehe, Matt is interesting...I mean to write about, though other characters may provoke some anger later...

    Please continue reading.... <IMG SRC="smilies/bow.gif" border="0">

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    Chapter 7: Mistaken

    Nathan’s mobile phone rang.

    “Nathan speaking.”

    “Nathan, it’s Dylan here.”

    “Yes?”

    “I just found out that you’re planning not to renegotiate the contract with Tang’s Co. Why?”

    “I found a better provider.”

    “But they been our provider for years.”

    “Things change. I’ve decided already. I know you know them personally, but this is business.”

    “But, you should have told me beforehand.”

    “I didn’t know I had to. Am I not in charge now?”

    Nathan smiled as he clicked his phone shut. The conversation ended with Dylan speechless and compliant, and that was what Nathan wanted. He felt Dylan needed to be reminded he was only an employee. Donald had only one son now.

    He pointed to the displayed model of the latest Ferrari.

    “What do you think?” he asked Jason, who had accompanied him to the car dealer.

    “Sure, this is the best one,” Jason replied.

    Nathan decided on a black colour and the beaming salesman quickly went to organize the paperwork.

    “So, have you thought about what I mentioned last time?” Jason asked, hoping Nathan’s good mood would makes things easier.

    “Hmm, I don’t see how they need to busy themselves with ex-curricular activities.”

    “The revenues are much higher.”

    Nathan suddenly looked at Jason skeptically. “You not getting yourself caught up again. You know gambling is going to be the death of you.”

    “No, I’m not going there.”

    Jason then lowered his voice. “The guys done it before and we get large cut of the profits. We’ll be like outside investors. It’s assured that we are not linked if anything goes wrong.”

    Nathan brushed his fingers over the vehicle’s sleek exterior, his face expressionless.

    Jason persisted. “All they need is some sort of support. You just say the word and I’ll do everything.”

    “I don’t think it’s such a good idea.” Nathan said conclusively. Before Jason could say anything more, Nathan shook his head, indicating that the conversation was finished.

    Nathan’s phone rang aloud again.

    “Hello.” His tone softened. “Yes the party is indeed this weekend. I have time tonight. We’ll pick out something nice for you to wear. No, I didn’t know LV is having a sale.”

    The salesman stood aside waiting for Nathan to finish his call. He turned to Jason who was gazing glumly at the Ferrari.

    “Are you interested in going for a test drive yourself?” the salesman asked.

    “Not at the moment,” Jason replied. He had to convince Nathan about his idea first.

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    The party was a celebration of media tycoon, Fred Yuen and wife’s twentieth anniversary. The flamboyant couple ran among many social circles and their gatherings had always been worthwhile for many business opportunists to attend. By nine o’clock, the party was already in full swing. Finely dressed ladies and gentlemen filled the mansion, chatting and enjoying themselves.

    Nathan slipped another name card into his pocket. He had been meeting and greeting people all night. Although he was a stranger to many, his surname did wonders in the introductions. His dad had not been feeling well enough to come, but Nathan knew he could acquaint himself with the Hong Kong’s elite circles alone. After all, he was a charmer and socialising came to him naturally.

    Nathan picked up another glass of red wine from the passing waiter and fleeted his eyes across the room in search for his date. She had excused herself to the restroom and had not returned. At last, in the far corner of the room, he spied the familiar long hair and black evening gown amongst the crowds. He wondered why she was not heading back his way. Nathan watched her back disappear through the glass doors to the balcony.

    The night was dark. There were no stars in sight. Even the moon was half hidden behind a mass of clouds. The wind rustled the wind chimes hanging nearby, as Nathan stepped out onto the balcony. His date had her back turned to him, looking out to the distance.

    Nathan quietly walked up behind her, slipped his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

    “Aren’t you cold out here? Lucky I’m here to give you warmth.”

    The body went rigid and the face whirled around abruptly. The woman immediately struggled out of his embrace and pushed him backwards. It wasn’t his date.

    Leanne stumbled to one side, gaping in shock. “What are you trying to do?” she cried.

    Nathan was taken aback. “I’m sorry, I thought you were my date. She was, she was wearing something similar to you. I’m really sorry.” He swept his eyes over Leanne’s evening dress. It was definitely the same colour, but completely different design.

    Slowly Leanne retreated backwards, her expression reflecting a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Without another word she hurried back into the house.

    Leanne searched the crowds for Dylan. She saw him near the stairways, and made her way towards him. She was still a bit flustered from the incident before.

    “Dylan,” she beckoned.

    Dylan excused himself from the circle and went to Leanne. “Where did you disappear to?”

    Leanne was about to speak when a bespectacled old man barged between them.

    “Dylan, how are you. We hadn’t a chance to catch up since, well forever.”

    Dylan shook the man’s hand firmly. “Very good to see you. I hear you’re going to be a grandfather soon. Congratulations. ”

    The man laughed heartily, and then turned to Leanne. “And this must be the mysterious lady of yours.” Leanne forced a smiled as Dylan introduced her.

    The man recognized another friend from afar, but instead of leaving, he guided Dylan and Leanne towards them.

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    Nathan stifled a yawn. The party was getting boring. He felt his date slip her arms around his. He crinkled a smile at her.
    She looked at him mischievously. “You can’t be tired already. The night is still very young. There’s still so much to do.”

    Nathan lifted a brow at her. “You’re always full of suggestions.”

    “I know.” His date giggled and twirled her fingers around her long hair.

    A man in his thirties patted Nathan on the back. “Oh, glad I found you again, Nathan. Come I want you to meet my father.” He gesturing him towards a nearby group.

    “Dad, this is Nathan. He’s Donald’s son,” the man introduced Nathan to his father.

    “How are you Mr Lau?” Nathan greeted.

    “Ah, Donald’s son. A fine young man indeed,” the father praised him. “I guess with you and Dylan helping Donald out, he’ll finally have more time to play golf with me.”

    Nathan became aware of Dylan standing among the group. He also noticed the woman standing beside him. She was the one on the balcony.

    “Hey, Dylan, ” Nathan said. “Never thought this was your scene. Ah, I know, must be because of my dad’s advice. You are always getting the best seat in the house.”

    The subtle mockery went amiss to everyone except Dylan. He looked at him coolly. “Good to see you too.”

    “Sorry, you all have to excuse me. I have to go to the bathroom,” Mr Lau said. He turned to Nathan. “Maybe I’ll talk to you again later.”

    Nathan smiled and nodded. The group dispersed as Mr Lau left, leaving the two couples behind.

    Nathan glanced at Leanne, who was observing his date’s gown. She lifted her brown eyes and caught his gaze. Quickly she stared down at the floor.

    “Oh my manners, nearly forgot the introductions. This is Kim.” Nathan pointed to his date. “Kim, this is Dylan and . . .” He waited for a response.

    “Leanne,” Dylan said stiffly.

    Nathan nodded and turned to Kim. “Dylan and I are colleagues. He’s been working for my dad for a long time now. He could probably tell you a story or two about his rise in ranks.”

    Kim arched her eyebrows in interest. “Do tell.”

    Dylan gave them an apologetic look. “Maybe next time. You have to excuse us. I did promise to catch up with Mr Yuen. Sorry.”

    Dylan and Leanne weaved themselves between the other guests to the other side of the room. Dylan slightly furrowed his forehead. Nathan’s recent behaviour towards him was becoming increasingly disconcerting.

    Leanne looked up at him. “Is there something wrong?”

    “No, nothing’s wrong.” Dylan didn’t want to spoil Leanne’s evening with his problems. Leanne remained silent and didn’t pursue it further.

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    Man, I wish Nathan and Dylan could sort out their problems with eachother. Update soon.

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    Interesting update, too bad they have so many issues between them.
    Update soon <IMG SRC="smilies/smile.gif" border="0">

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    Oh my nearly forgot to update here...

    Jeh & Danielle - they are going to have more than issues between them...

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    Chapter 8 : Chance Encounters

    Eva got a call as soon she stepped out of the bar.

    “So how did it go?” Sandy’s voice impatiently demanded.

    “Yes! I got it! Thanks to your friend’s recommendation.” she shrieked into the phone. “I can start tomorrow.”

    “Fabulous! This new job will be better. At least the pay is better, and there’s tips.”

    “I know. Now that the loan sharks are off my back, I can concentrate on my life once more.”

    “Okay, gotta go, but dinner’s on you.”

    “No problem. Bye then.”

    Eva put the phone away and surveyed her surroundings. As she pondered over taking the bus or the subway home, she noticed the sleek blue Porsche waiting at the curb. Eva recognized the stranger’s face immediately through the windscreen.

    She turned to one side and pulled out her compact mirror to check her reflection. She looked a little pale. With her free hand, Eva pinched her two cheeks to bring some colour to her face. Then she pulled off her clip, letting her hair fall to her shoulders. Patting it down gently, she practiced a smile. Better, she appraised herself.

    Eva walked over to the car and knocked softly on the passenger window. The window rolled down with a hiss.

    “Hi, remember me? The sister with the loan sharks?” Eva peered into the car at the driver.

    “Oh you,” Dylan said, recognizing her. “Cleared the debt yet?”

    “Yeah.”

    “That’s good.”

    “Uh, I just wanted to thank you again for last time. I, err . . .” Eva trailed off. She felt her confidence faltering. You don’t even know his name, she reminded herself. How can you possibly suggest inviting him to dinner for saving you?

    Then Eva saw Dylan glance past her. She turned around.

    “Uh sorry,” she said, as she moved away for a man, patiently waiting for her.

    Pete put a hand on the door handle, hesitated and looked up at Eva.

    “Oh, that’s all. Just want to thank you. I’ll be going now. Bye,”

    Eva said to Dylan, and moved back onto the pavement.

    “Bye,” Dylan said.

    “See you,” Pete said and waved at Eva, grinning widely.

    Dylan started the engine, as Pete closed the car door.

    “Got yourself a new fan, huh?” Pete asked. “She’s a cutie.”

    “Yeah, right for you.”

    “I wouldn’t mind,” Pete grinned impishly. “So hand over the phone number.”

    Dylan shrugged.

    Pete waved a hand at him. “Oh Big Brother, you’re really no good at this. You’re killing your reputation here. You’re my idol man, what do the normal looking guys like us gonna do?”

    “You never seem to be short of female companions.”

    Pete grunted. “You don’t know the work I have to put in. Not like you, you can brood and the girls fall all over you.” Pete looked at his reflection in the side mirror. “What do you think of me sporting a three-day stubble from now on? You think it will give me an edge?”

    Dylan shook his head in disbelief. He wasn’t even going to comment on it.

    The car rounded the corner and they saw Jason walking into a restaurant with several men.

    “Nathan’s pal been busy recruiting men. Is Nathan needing back up?” Pete asked.

    “Seems like he feels the need to get some support,” Dylan answered.

    “He’s Mr Kam’s son, we’ll take care of him.”

    “That’s what he doesn’t want.”

    Pete didn’t quite understand what Dylan meant.

    “You keep an eye out for me. There’s trouble brewing, and I don’t want Mr Kam to worry,” Dylan instructed.

    Pete straightened up. “Yeah, Bernie been telling me Dino’s men has been boasting their wealth in our clubs. He’s been itching to rise for ages. Now that Vinnie has retired and given way, Dino’s top man.”

    “It wasn’t voluntary.”

    “What, you mean, Dino? Man! Vinnie was like his father, picked him off the streets.”

    Dylan concentrated on the road ahead. Dino Tang was a shrewd man. Though older than Dylan, Dino had been kept in line by an even shrewder leader, who prided on making money more than trouble. But old age catches up, and Vinne’s rules didn’t suit the young ones anymore. It was time to go and Dino took over with pleasure.

    The peace was generally maintained by status quo and the respect for it. But now, Dylan could sense unsettling times ahead. It was the calm before the storm.

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    It was late Saturday morning and the streets were massed with people out enjoying their weekend. Leanne squeezed past a group of chatting teenagers, to browse the DVD movies section. She had spent the morning shopping. Originally, she had set out to buy new kitchen utensils, but ended up in the men’s section purchasing clothes for Dylan.

    Leanne shifted her shopping bags into one hand, as she picked up the DVDs she wanted and headed to the counter.

    As Leanne waited for her credit card to be processed, her gaze fell on a CD in the hand of another sales assistant in queue for the register.

    “Excuse me,” Leanne said to the man serving her. “I would like to buy a copy of that CD as well.” She pointed to the CD.

    The chubby girl looked at the man and then at Leanne. “I’m afraid this is the last one, and the gentleman here has already taken it.”

    Spontaneously, she glanced to her side.

    “Hello,” Nathan said in surprise.

    Leanne turned her attention back to the sales assistant. “Do you think I could order one in?”

    “This is a rather limited edition.” Nathan announced.

    The man nodded in agreement. “Plus, the songs are quite old. But I can try,” he replied and pushed the credit card slip in front of her. Leanne signed it quickly and picked up the bag of DVDs.

    “Never mind then.” She put the credit card back into her purse and turned away.

    “Miss, “Nathan’s voice trailed behind her. He came up alongside her holding the CD in his hand. “It’s Leanne, right? Here, if you like it, you can buy it first.”

    “No, it’s okay.” Leanne shook her hand at it.

    He moved it in front of her. “Please I insist.”

    “No really, I don’t want it,” Leanne snapped, pushing the CD towards him in annoyance. Her sudden movement accidentally caught the edge of a cardboard poster. It toppled over with a thud. Leanne hastily put all her things down to reposition the poster. She glared at Nathan as he bent down to help. Then she gathered her purchases and went off in a huff, not realizing she had dropped her purse.

    “Hey!” She heard Nathan call after her, but she ignored him and exited the shop.

    Nathan stopped short of the exit. A shop assistant gestured to the CD in his hand. He hadn’t paid for it yet. In his other hand was Leanne’s purse. He looked at and shrugged to himself. Oh well, he tried.

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    Leanne sipped her coffee and lazily gazed out the restaurant window at the sunny day. She would have to return to the shop after lunch. There were accounts she had to finish. The day had been great so far, except for when she ran into Nathan. He seemed to get her into an awful fluster.

    She looked down at the newspaper review of an international theatre production. It was coming to Hong Kong in a few months, and she pondered whether she should bribe Dylan into going. But he’ll probably fall asleep from boredom. Better ask her friend instead, she thought.

    The window darkened as a figure outside suddenly stopped and waved at her. It was Nathan again. Within a minute, he had entered and stood beside her table.

    “Hey, fancy seeing you again,” he said pleasantly.

    Leanne bent down to concentrate on the review. Was he following her, she wondered?

    As reading her thoughts, he quickly said, “No, I wasn’t following you, but don’t you think we’ve got a good affinity going. Causeway Bay is a still a big place.”

    Leanne continued to ignore him.

    Undeterred, Nathan sat down. He pointed to the theatre advertisement. “Seen it in the States. It’s a very good show. Tickets will probably sell out fast.”

    “Uh, Mister,” Leanne said in abrupt tone. He was starting to get on her nerves. Donald Kam’s son or not, she was going to tell him to go away.

    Nathan smiled amicably and looked up. “Oh yes, you dropped this in the shop.” He took out a sleek brown purse and placed it on the table.

    Leanne’s eyes widened, “My purse.” Picking it up quickly, she opened it up. Everything seemed undisturbed.

    “Don’t I get a thank you?”

    “Thank you.” Leanne muttered gruffly. She frowned at the thought it was still partly his fault that she dropped it.

    Nathan gazed at her for a moment. “If all this tension is about the other night. I am sorry. I really meant no harm at all.”

    Eager for his departure, Leanne nodded her head slightly at his apology. Then, realizing that he was still looking at her, she nervously averted her attention to the window.

    Nathan glanced down to his watch. “Well time to go. I’ll leave you now. Bye.”

    He stood up and left.

    ***************

    That evening, a fresh flowery scent greeted Leanne as soon as she opened the front door. Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her lounge room. There were at least five bouquets of various flowers placed around the room.

    “Grandma?” she called.

    “I’m in the kitchen,” a voice answered.

    Leanne walked up to the nearest bouquet of pale purple violets. On examination, the wrappings didn’t look like it was from her shop. “Where did all these flowers come from?” she asked as she lifted up the second bunch of red roses.

    Leanne’s grandmother came out, wiping her hands on a towel. “They came late afternoon. There is a card on the table.”

    She smiled as Leanne picked up the white envelope and took out the card. “Are you fighting with Dylan again? This time it’s a big apology. I don’t think we have enough vases in the house to put them all in.”

    Leanne curiously read the card.
    ‘Please accept these flowers and my most sincere apologies for all our misunderstandings. Nathan Kam.’

    Leanne looked up at the flowers. She had a feeling it wasn’t like Dylan to do something like this. Nathan, why wouldn’t he leave her alone? And how did he know where she lived!

    “Have you eaten yet?” her grandmother asked.

    Leanne nodded and absentmindedly put the card down on the dining table.

    “Well, I’m going to Mrs Leung to play mahjong,” her grandmother announced.

    “Win plenty.”

    “And you should call your boyfriend. He’s already made the first move.”

    Leanne shooed her to the door. “Dylan and I are fine, don’t worry about us.”

    She closed the door and turned around to gaze at the flowers. Too bad Dylan rarely gave her flowers. It would be nice, she thought.

    All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. Leanne opened up, expecting her grandmother to have forgotten something. But it was Dylan.

    “Hey,” she greeted him. “I thought you were busy today?”

    He smiled. “Not busy now. By the way, I found your gloves in my car.”

    “Thanks.” She took the gloves. “Do you want to come in for a drink?” Her smile faltered as she remembered the spectacle in her lounge room.

    “Sure,” Dylan replied and entered. His attention fell on the flowers immediately.

    Leanne opened her mouth to explain, but before she could utter a word, Dylan remarked, “Trying to create a working atmosphere at home?”

    “Uh. . .” She searched her mind. “Just practicing the wrappings.”

    She couldn’t believe she made that up. But Dylan hadn’t even thought the flowers were for her. Leanne pondered whether to tell about her encounters with Nathan. But it was really nothing. She better not create further misunderstandings.

    “Leanne, about that drink?” Dylan asked amusingly, sitting down on the couch.

    “Oh, right,” Leanne replied and went into the kitchen. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything beside water and milk,” she called out to him.

    “Don’t worry about it. How about going out for supper then?” Dylan suggested.

    “Sure.” Leanne came out, and immediately saw the card on the table. She quickly picked it up and slid it into a nearby drawer.

    Dylan turned his head around. “What are you doing back there?”

    “Nothing. Ah, how about catching a late night movie as well.”

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    Why do Leanne hate Nathan so much. It was just an accident the other night. Update soon.

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    Chapter 9 : Registering Interest

    Eva secured the silver clip against her hair, and started to clear the table. The group of Taiwanese businessmen who had just departed had tipped her generously. She had been waitressing in her new job for a week, and she loved it. The classy bar was a popular nightspot, which was frequented by lot of yuppies and couples.

    As she straightened up, she caught sight of Dylan talking to her boss in the far end of the room. She quickened her steps, but Dylan had already disappeared out the doors by the time she made her way there.

    She threw the empty bottles in the bin, and brought her tray across to the counter.

    “Who was that talking to Mr Ho?” Eva casually asked a senior bartender.

    “Oh, that’s Dylan Yip. He’s a friend of our boss.”

    Dylan Yip. Eva recognized the name.

    Overhearing the name, two waitresses came beside them.

    “Did he come by? Oh damn, I missed him again,” one exclaimed. “But wasn’t he just so cool?” she asked Eva.

    The second waitress scoffed slightly. “Keep dreaming, he’s probably got a girl for each week.”

    “Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him with a girl in here before. But then, he doesn’t look like the flashy type, more of the quiet yet dangerous ones,” the bartender mused.

    “Maybe he’s gay!” the second waitress suddenly shrieked.

    “He’s not gay!” the first waitress retorted.

    “I don’t think he’s gay,” Eva remarked quietly. She blushed as they stared at her. “What? He doesn’t look like it.” Eva walked away and started wiping down an empty table.

    “Aye, that’s enough gossiping. You don’t want to be starting rumours on people like him,” the bartender warned and shooed the two waitresses away.

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    Nathan glanced away from the computer screen to check the time. It was nearing lunchtime. He took a sip of the coffee and made a face. The coffee was unbearably sweet. He shook his head, recalling the girl who brought the coffee to him. Remind him not to let her serve his clients. However the bad coffee didn’t dampen his good mood. Nathan’s eyes rested on a folder on the right side of his desk. He had been working on a proposal for several nights, and would present the idea at this afternoon’s meeting. His father would surely be proud of him when future profit exceeds the existing figures because of his idea. He saved his computer data and got up. He decided to make his own coffee just for today.

    Nathan passed by the conference room. The door was ajar, and he glanced up to see Dylan seated, with the table covered with sheets of paper. He was talking into his mobile phone, and Nathan unexpectedly caught the last part of the conversation.

    “. . . lobby already? Okay I’ll come down soon. Give me five minutes to finish. We’ll go lunch at that Malaysian one you liked,” Dylan said, as his eyes skimmed through the details of the document in his other hand.

    Nathan went into the deserted tearoom, and emptied the coffee into the sink. As he prepared to make another cup, he caught sight of a set of keys near the table. He recognized the Porsche logo on the key chain, as he also had one similar for his new Porsche, another addition to his car collection. He glanced down to his watch. After a short contemplation, he quickly pocketed the keys. Leaving his empty cup behind, he headed back to the conference room.

    Nathan poked his head in. “If you’re still working on the Fong’s contract, just reminding you that it has to be couriered by one o’clock. So make sure you do it before lunch.”

    “I’m almost finished, just rechecking the final details. Normally I wouldn’t leave it to the last minute, but there was a slight mix up on the original information received,” Dylan said, with a slight accusation in his tone.

    Nathan let the remark slide, and cheerily offered a smile before heading down the corridor. He paused beside an unattended desk and stealthily drew out the keys. Carelessly, he dropped it into the wastebasket below, and walked away.

    “I’m going to lunch,” Nathan said to the front reception and entered one of the elevators.

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    As soon as Nathan got to the ground floor, his eyes searched the lobby. Just as expected, Leanne was sitting on one of the comfy red couches.

    Her delicate head turned around as he came up to her.

    “Hi,” Nathan greeted her.

    Leanne’s expression of anticipation faltered into disappointment.

    “Did you like the flowers? I wasn’t sure which you liked, so I got a few,” Nathan continued.

    That caught her attention. “You sent them to my house. You looked through my purse,” Leanne said accusingly.

    “Well I had to look. I didn’t know if it was yours, and where to return it to. I couldn’t possibly leave it at the music store,” Nathan explained, as it made perfect sense. He watched Leanne losing interest, as she studied her watch. “So, no hard feelings?” he prompted.

    “Look, I’ve forgotten about it already. There’s no need to bring it up again.”

    “Okay.” Nathan shrugged. He was certain Leanne did not mention any of their encounters to Dylan.

    Leanne rested her eyes in the direction of the elevators. A group of English tourists exited out of one, but there was no sign of Dylan.

    “Is Dylan still up there?” she asked him suddenly.

    “Yeah, I saw him talking to the secretaries. Didn’t look like he was in a hurry. I can’t imagine why, you’re probably waiting for him.”

    A little frown appeared on Leanne’s face.

    Then the phone rang from inside Leanne’s bag. “Are you coming down?” she asked in a strained tone. Nathan presumed it was Dylan.

    “What? You lost your keys?” Leanne repeated in surprise. She watched Nathan warily as he stood by. Grabbing her bag, she stood up and walked a few steps away to continue her conversation in private. “Should I come up . . .”

    Before walking out of the hotel, Nathan darted a final glance toward Leanne. She had already made her way to the elevators. Somehow, he knew this was not their final meeting.

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    The scheduled afternoon meeting went on for nearly an hour. When it finally adjourned, Donald stepped out first. He had left the premise almost immediately, to attend another conference elsewhere. Staff outside cleared out of the way, as Nathan stormed to his office. His mood had dramatically changed from this morning.

    Nathan slammed his proposal on his desk. Donald had personally attended the hotel meeting to oversee his performance. Nathan felt humiliated all the way through. Firstly his proposal idea was postponed. Too risky, Donald had said. Then his decision to change certain providers also got overruled. Nathan gritted his teeth. He guessed Dylan had something to do with Donald’s visit.

    Jason followed into the room, but he didn’t know what to say.
    Through the half-closed blinds, Nathan saw Dylan walk past. He ran out to confront him.

    Dylan looked up calmly, as Nathan cast a hostile look at him.

    “You think you’re so smart?”

    “I don’t know what you mean.”

    “You don’t fool me at all. Just remember I’m still his son. You don’t carry the Kam surname!”

    Nathan turned to leave, kicking a nearby wastebasket in his way. The rubbish tipped out. “For goodness sake, empty the bins!” he growled to the bewildered staff.

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    Woah, I sense fire Update soon.

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    Chapter 10: Rejection

    It was only after work, late that night, that Eva had time to check her bank balance at an ATM. Her brother had finally found himself a decent job, and together with her parents, they had decided to put some money into her account to help pay off the debt to Polly. Although it wasn’t much, Eva was glad they still had a conscience to help. It would lessen the financial strain. Finally her rent to her housemate would be on time, and she could even consider buying a luxury item or two. The thought brightened her mood.

    Eva crossed the empty road. Upon reaching the other side, she realised she had thrown away her bank balance statement. She should keep a copy to carefully budget this month’s expenses. Unthinkingly, Eva ran back out across the road.

    “Hey!” a voice yelled at her.

    She turned as a man flung out to grab her. She stumbled against him, as she felt the vehicle’s side mirror rammed into the back of her arm. The lorry screeched to halt. The driver’s heart nearly popped out in fright.

    “Why are you running out in the middle of the street? You wanna get yourself killed!” he yelled through the window.

    “Just be thankful you didn’t kill her!” Dylan said in a warning tone. He turned to Eva. “Are you alright?”

    Eva was speechless as she stared at Dylan. She could feel a slow throbbing sensation in her upper arm where she had been hit.

    The driver peered at her. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

    She weakly waved a hand dismissively. “No, it’s only a bruise. Just go.”

    The lorry drove off. Eva manage a smile, and tried to make a joke, “Hey, aren’t you my knight in shining armour?”

    Dylan tilted his head. “He didn’t knock your head?”

    “No, no. I am really okay.” Eva immediately straightened herself up.

    “Well if you’re fine then okay, I’ll be going then,” Dylan concluded.

    “Right as rain,” Eva quipped, waving him off.

    She then slowly backed against a parked van for support. Her knees felt like jelly. She lifted her right hand to locate the bruise and yelped in pain as she pressed on the right spot.

    “Look, I’ll take you to the hospital,” Dylan’s voice startled her, as he reappeared.

    Eva shook her head. “I don’t want to, it’s really not that bad.”

    Dylan didn’t look entirely convinced. “You look a bit shaken still. How about stopping at my office. It’s nearby. Get you some ointment and some tea to clam the nerves.”

    Eva nodded. It was true she was still shaken. She was nearly run over. But it surprised her more that that Dylan was there to save her again.

    Eva bent her head, hiding the smile that was creeping over her face. But she had not taken more than four steps, when she tripped on an uneven pavement. She felt herself toppling to one side. A strong pair of hands stopped her fall.

    “Are you okay? You really must watch your step. Danger everywhere.” Dylan said in an amused tone.

    Eva steadied herself, smiling gratefully. “I’m okay.” She felt herself flushing red. How could she be so clumsy, she scolded herself. Inside she felt her heart doing flip-flops. His footsteps beside her were comforting. She felt safe with him.

    They made their way to a bar situated in the next street. The place was closed for renovations, and several paint pots lay about the messy floor.

    Eva followed Dylan upstairs to the office. Dylan made some tea and poured Eva a cup.

    “Thanks,” Eva said, taking the cup with two hands. She sipped the liquid slowly as she watched Dylan search his drawers.

    “You know, you saved me twice already and we haven’t even been introduced yet. I’m Eva,” she said.

    “I’m - ”

    “Dylan Yip, right?” Eva cut in, enthusiastically. “You must be the one who dislike ungrateful people.”

    Dylan faintly recalled saying something like that. He took a medicine bottle out from the drawer and pushed it in front of Eva. “I think this should do the job.” He then went over to the side cabinets and starting to rummage through.

    Eva looked at the dark oil-like substance in the bottle.

    Dylan glanced up. “Go on, it’s for the bruise. I’m not asking you to drink it. I’ll see if there is a stronger one here somewhere.”

    Eva immediately put down the cup. She took off her denim jacket and hung it over the chair. Taking the bottle in her hand, she looked over to her left shoulder. The pain was coming from the back of her arm, below her shoulder. Eva tried to put a hand underneath her sleeve to reach the area but it didn’t work.

    “It will heal faster if you rub it on harder,” Dylan advised.

    She smiled at his thoughtfulness. He was definitely her hero.

    Eva turned around, her back facing Dylan. She decided she had to reach the area through the top of her shirt. Putting the bottle on the table, she started to undo the top button. Unconsciously her mind replayed the scene where Dylan held her in safe his arms for that brief moment. Her body warmed with consolation. She became aware of the emptiness of the building. There were only two of them here.

    Eva bit down on her lower lip in thought, as her fingers continued unbuttoning down.

    “I can stay the night with you.” She slid the shirt off her shoulders, revealing her bra straps. With both hands she held the shirtfront together covering her body. Her heart pounded loudly. “Let me do something for you in return.”

    No answer. Eva turned around. No one was there. She stared at the vacant space wistfully.

    At that moment Dylan reappeared from the inner room with a box of tissues. He looked at her in surprise. “You . . .”

    “I want to stay with you tonight.” She repeated, and started to stand up. “You saved my life.”

    “No, stay there.” Dylan shook his head, clearly displeased. “I didn’t ask you back here for that.”

    “I don’t mean it that way. I . . . I want to,” Eva said, tightening her grip on her shirt.

    Dylan creased his brows. “Sorry, I have no interest in you.”

    “Are you gay?” Eva blurted out.

    “No,” he responded simply.

    Eva turned around. Her face burned in humiliation.

    “You better tidy up and go home,” Dylan told her. The door closed with a click and she was alone.

    Dylan made his way downstairs. He sat onto a clean stool next to the bar counter and drew out a cigarette to light. Today was not his day. First his set of keys goes missing, then Nathan’s outburst, and now this silly incident. Eva’s display of appreciation caught him off guard. He must have been too preoccupied with the day’s events that he actually didn’t see that one coming. Maybe Leanne’s account of Eva’s tale rendered him a little soft hearted.

    Dylan exhaled the smoke, as Nathan’s animosity clouded his thoughts again. Donald was right. Nathan’s immaturity weakened his character. It was making things difficult and Dylan knew he would have to tread carefully. He definitely didn’t want things get to out of hand.

    Footsteps ascended down the metal stairs, but Dylan didn’t turn around. He felt she had enough embarrassment for one day.
    But Eva’s presence hovered up beside him. He turned slightly.

    “Sorry, I was acting stupidly. I usually am not like this at all. Sorry to bother you,” Eva quickly muttered in one breath, without looking directly at Dylan. Before he needed to say anything, Eva had swiftly bolted towards the exit.

    ****************

    The weekend came around again. Leanne came out of the ladies room, and stepped onto the escalator to the ground level of the shopping center, where Dylan was waiting for her. She watched as Dylan chewed his unlit cigarette in a relentless fashion. He looked distracted. Leanne sighed. He had been like that all day. She desperately wanted to talk to him and share his burdens. But Dylan held on to everything himself. She felt the barrier growing deeper.

    She got off the escalator and walked to him. He put the cigarette away as she approached.

    “I made reservations at . . .” Dylan started to tell her. Leanne lifted one of his hands and gave it a tender squeeze. Her sudden affection interrupted his sentence.

    “You know that I’m here for you,” she said softly.

    Dylan broke into a smile and held Leanne’s hand firmly. “I know.”

    Leanne waited for him to continue. But he didn’t. The moment was gone. He started to walk, and she followed.

    “I made reservations at The Flower Palace tonight,” he told her.

    Leanne nodded robotically at the familiarity of their agenda. Their relationship was developing into a habit. Where had all the enthusiasm gone? She fought the urge to scream. She withdrew her hand and stopped. Dylan looked up absently.

    Leanne found herself standing right in front of a jewellery store. The merchandise glittered beckoningly behind the window. Her eyes rested on a white gold wedding band. Somehow it mocked her current mood. She turned her attention elsewhere as Dylan came up beside her.

    “I think it would look really nice on you,” Dylan remarked of the necklace that seemed to have caught Leanne’s interest. She responded with a quiet murmur.

    “Let’s go in and buy it,” he said.

    Leanne turned to look at him. “Don’t be silly, it’s not worth it.”

    “You seem to like it. Come, I want to get you something,” Dylan persisted.

    ***************

    “So how about it?”

    Eva pulled out of her daze. “Uh?”

    “Earth to Eva? What’s with you today? I said a watch would be a good gift,” said Mary, her colleague from the bar.

    “Yeah, good idea,” Eva replied. She and Mary were looking for a group birthday present for one of the waitresses. But Eva couldn’t concentrate fully. Dylan’s rejection nagged at her. Actually it wasn’t really the rejection part. Eva secretly admired him for not taking advantage of her, when he could have, and then would have went on to other willing girls. She also firmly believed he wasn’t gay. Her main concern was her display of over eagerness. She probably left him the worst impression of herself. Now she ruined everything.

    Suddenly she felt Mary nudging her with her elbow.

    “Don’t look now, but that Dylan Yip is definitely taken,” Mary whispered.

    Eva followed Mary’s gaze. Dylan and a woman were standing outside a jewellery store window talking. The woman was wide-eyed and beautiful. Dressed in a pale blue blouse and white fitted pant, the simple ensemble complimented her elegant features. Eva grimed and looked down at her tank top and acid washed jeans. Then she returned her gaze at the female. That was the kind of women he liked. No wonder he wasn’t interested in her, she sadly concluded.

    They watched Dylan take the woman’s hand and led her into the jewellery store.

    “Well at least he’s straight. Wait till we tell Winnie about this,” sang Mary.

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    Feel sorry for Eva but I like Dylan and Leanne together Please update soon.

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    Oh my, thought this thread would have been gone by now...oh well, see if anyone still interested...


    11. The Rift Widens

    “You have such good taste. This is from our newest ‘Eternal Happiness’ collection,” the sales assistant told them, as she placed the necklace in front of them.

    At the end of the white gold chain were two interlocking heart shaped pendant. They were outlined with a series of small diamonds. In the center of each heart was a single fiery red ruby.

    Dylan lifted it up. “I’ll put it on for you,” he said and indicated for Leanne to turn around.

    She did and he clasped the necklace in place. A mirror was immediately brought in front of her. Dylan moved behind her to observe her reflection. A broad smile spread over his face.

    “It looks wonderful on you,” the woman staff commended.

    “It’s lovely, but . . .” Leanne started.

    “We’ll take it. She’ll wear it out,” Dylan told the woman, before Leanne could object further. Leanne looked up anxiously.

    “The collection includes matching earring and bracelets as well. Would you like to try them on?” the woman offered, reaching into the display case for the aforementioned items.

    Dylan looked down at the new jewellery, and then at Leanne, questioningly. He was slightly amused by the woman’s efficiency. However Leanne shook her head.

    “No thanks,” she refused politely.

    “That will be all,” Dylan said, and handed his credit card to the lady.

    Leanne put a hand on Dylan’s arm. “Wait,” she interrupted. She turned to Dylan, about to say something, but finally decided against it.

    “Our price is already discounted from the recommended retail price. For a new item, it is really not that expensive,” the woman assured her, assuming the price was the concern.

    Dylan merely put the card in front of counter and indicated the woman to go ahead with the sale. She quickly took it, in case he changed his mind, and went to process the card.

    Dylan gave Leanne a sidelong glance, “I’m sure I have enough money on the card now. But if I can’t pay for our dinner tonight, then I’m afraid we’ll both have to wash the dishes,” Dylan joked.

    He affectionately pushed a strand away from her face, and smiled warmly. “Anyway, I really think you really do look beautiful with it.”

    Leanne’s heart softened. She gathered up a full smile towards him. Inside, she made silent excuses for him and buried the unsettling feelings deep down.

    When the transaction was complete, they left the store for their dinner reservations.

    ********************

    As soon as the car reached the entrance of The Flower Palace, a waiter ran from the pavement across to Dylan’s window.

    “Oh I’m glad you’re here Mr Yip, Mr Bernie Wong has been trying to call you. But has unable to get through.”

    Dylan reached for his phone. It had switched itself off. “Oh battery’s dead.”

    The man continued. “He knows you made bookings here, so that why I’m here. It’s urgent, please call him.” He handed a mobile phone to Dylan.

    Bernie explained the situation immediately, as soon Dylan reached him.

    “Jason’s gotten in trouble in Dino’s Racer club. Nathan went to bail him out, but they still there. It’s been over half an hour. Donald wants you have a look.”

    “I’ll get there soon as I can,” Dylan said. He looked over to Leanne.

    “You have something to do?” she asked softly.

    Dylan nodded. “You go up and have dinner. I’ll try to get back. If it’s too late, take the taxi home,” he said.

    He waved to the waiter who was still waiting at the pavement. He came forward. Dylan handed the phone back to him, and said, “Miss Chan is staying for dinner.”

    Leanne unbuckled her seat belt in apprehension. “Be careful,” she said.

    “I’ll call you later,” he assured her. Leanne got out of the car, and reluctantly followed the waiter into the restaurant. When she had disappeared from his sight, Dylan quickly made his way to Dino’s territory.

    ******************************

    The club patrons looked up as a large group of people appeared at the entrance. The bouncers eyed them suspiciously.

    A big dark man came forward. “You can’t all come in,” he snapped.

    Then he saw Dylan come through. His face tightened briefly before relaxing into one of mock astonishment.

    “Hey Brother Dylan, fancy you coming down here. Afraid the entourage is kinda too big for a little club like ours.”

    “I’m here to see Dino. I believe there are some of my people here.”

    “Hmm, not sure what you mean.”

    Bernie pushed two men with bruises on their faces, to the front.

    “They kicked us out, but Nathan is still in there,” one said.

    “Oh you mean the drunken show off and his Armani clad friend. I didn’t know they were your . . .”

    Dylan swept past him, not waiting for him to finish. The others followed.

    “Hey!” the man cried. He reached Dylan’s side, and hurriedly said, “You want to see Dino, no problem. But you got to give us some face. The entourage is bad for business.”

    Dylan nodded to his men. The group slowly filtered apart. While most of them waited outside, several remained in the club, much to the annoyance of the bouncers. Only Bernie and Pete remained with Dylan. He noticed a golden haired youngster fleeing towards the back of the club, obviously bearing news of their arrival.

    The dark man politely led the way through the dimly lit club. They arrived at the door of a secluded private room, in which the man knocked before entering.

    Right in the center of the room was a hard-faced man with short hair. He was sitting on the edge of the black leather couch, seemingly engrossed in the game show on the television. To one side, a card game was in process. Nathan sat, amongst two shifty looking guys and a girl, with a set of cards in his hands, looking extremely miffed. Jason was lying on the floor in a heap, bloody and bruised, under the watchful eye of two henchmen. The dark man who brought them in took his position behind the couch.

    As soon as Nathan noticed Dylan’s presence, he immediately threw the cards down and stood up. One of the guys beside him put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down on the couch.

    “Hey man, you spoil the game, you forfeit. You’re paying for this one too!”

    Bernie leapt over and forcefully took the guy’s hand off Nathan’s shoulder. “No need to get nasty!”

    “Hey! I can’t hear the show!” The man watching television finally spoke.

    “Sorry boss,” the guy said, nursing his fingers. He glared at Bernie with his beady eyes.

    Nathan got up and went across to Dylan. “They forced me to play. What took you so long? I lost thousands!”

    The girl sneered at them. She was clutching several bills and with a flourish, she flaunted Nathan’s Cartier watch.

    The man watching television finally took his eyes away from the screen to acknowledge the new arrivals. He switched the television off with the remote and sat back comfortably, supporting a leg on the coffee table. The girl immediately snuggled up to him and started to count the notes.

    “Ah, Dylan, almost didn’t see you there,” he said. He turned to reprimand the big dark man. “Kirk, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

    Kirk bowed in admission of guilt. With a thin lip smile on his face, the man faced Dylan again.

    Dylan cast a glance over to the battered Jason.

    “Is it really that big of a deal, Dino?”

    Dino merely shrug, like it was out of his control.

    “Opps, my men might have been a little heavy handed but you know how everyone hates a troublemaker. He was starting fights, breaking stuff and calling names. It’s really not good for business. You should watch your men more carefully.”

    “Cut the crap! You didn’t have to keep me here,” Nathan yelled.

    “You were a guest, I was just keeping you entertained. Too bad, you can’t play for shit,” Dino responded and chuckled. His men followed suit.

    Nathan was going to say something else, but Dylan had pulled him back.

    “Let me handle this,” Dylan reprimanded. Nathan glared at him.

    Dino noticed the tension. He added quickly with a smirk, “Rich kid here needs a lesson in manners. Not everyone knows Robert Kam had a kid brother, he could have gotten crushed for his lack of respect.”

    Dylan remained calm. “Bernie, can you write out a suitable amount to compensate for the club’s damages.” He turned his head and motioned Pete towards Jason, “Get him up.”

    The henchmen immediately stood on guard over their prey, as Pete went over.

    “Oh I know you’re paying for the damages, but no one’s leaving until I get a proper apology,” Dino said. He wasn’t smirking any more. “Kow tow and tea.”

    Dino’s men in the room alerted to their feet.

    “You wish!” Nathan retorted.

    Dylan clenched his jaw. “Don’t play games with me now. You’ve already had your fun.”

    He advanced over, and pushed the henchmen back roughly. He pulled Jason up to his feet. Pete went over to take him. “I came for them tonight, and I intend to leave as I wish,” Dylan snapped.

    Dino’s face twisted in fury. He pushed the girl away from him and stood up glaring at Dylan.

    “Dylan, this is my turf!”

    “And if you want to lose face in your turf, try me!” Dylan held his gaze penetratingly.

    Dino glowered but didn’t respond. He knew Dylan could be true to his words.

    Bernie opened up a chequebook and started to fill it in.

    Beside him, Nathan breathed in angrily.“Why should we pay him anything?”

    Bernie paid him no attention and continued writing. When he finished, he handed the cheque towards Dylan.

    Dylan shoved the cheque into Dino’s front pocket, without even looking at the figures. He trusted Bernie.

    Then Dylan broke away from the stare to pick up a glass of whiskey on the coffee table. He smiled and drained the glass in one mouthful.

    “Thanks for the drink. Can we go now?” He was giving Dino plenty of face with his words.

    Dino sat right back down on the couch in a huff. He shot a look at Nathan.

    “This time, I give face to Donald. Maybe you should just stay in your high-rise offices. The streets are not for you little kid,” Dino said coldly. “Kirk, show our guests out.”

    *****************************

    Dylan and the others came out of the club. The loitering crowd outside followed them down the street towards their cars. Pete and Bernie, who had carried Jason out, transferred him to Nathan’s men.

    Nathan, who hung back during the way out, suddenly ran up to Dylan.

    “So that’s it? You didn’t even teach that guy a lesson?”

    Dylan kept walking without responding.

    “Hey I’m talking to you,” Nathan cried.

    “I only came to bail you out,” Dylan muttered.

    “But they cheated my money. They gave us no face!”

    “What do you expect? You shouldn’t have gone in there and made a fool out of yourself,” Dylan retorted loudly. He was annoyed that both men had been stupid enough to mess around in Dino’s territory. The settlement had still dented Dino’s pride. It was going to be trouble from now on.

    The group of men stood by nervously, as they heard Dylan’s admonishment. Nathan’s face flamed with humiliation.

    “And who do you think you are? You would be nothing, if weren’t for my dad, you ungrateful bastard!”

    Dylan’s temper finally snapped. He grabbed Nathan by the arm and dragged him deep into the dark side alley for a private conversation.

    Nathan struggled violently. Dylan pushed him towards the wall, his eyes flashing darkly.

    Nathan took a step forward boldly. “What?” he spat.

    “You think this is a game? You think you can just stroll into their turf and demand respect? They gave you shit, so welcome to the real world. Don’t blame me for your stupidity!”

    “Shut up!” Nathan cried and tried to leave, Dylan blocked his path.

    “I know I have no right to tell you what to do, but Mr Kam said to look out for you. So my advice is, you live the proper respectable life you have, and stay out of trouble!”

    Nathan turned and stomp off.

    “What about Jason?” one of the men asked Nathan as he passed.

    “Use your brains, figure it out yourself!” Nathan barked, and headed to his car.

    The guy looked around at the others for guidance. Nobody made a comment. Jason groaned and mumbled something unintelligible.

    Pete rolled his eyes. “Some medical attention would be good,” he offered, wondering if they were just slow or just stoned.

    Bernie moved away from the group to find Dylan, who was still in the alley, letting his temper cool.

    “Bruised pride? He’ll get over it,” Bernie chuckled. “Though he’s got some nerve going in Dino’s like that. What do you think he grew up on in the States?”

    Dylan shook his head. “He is going to get in the way. I’m glad I didn’t take up Donald’s offer to move office. That would really blow the lid.”

    “Dino was bound to stir trouble. It’s just we mess with him first. So what, we’ll handle him,” Bernie said.

    Dylan looked thoughtful.

    “Come, let’s get out of here. I shout you a few beers,” Bernie offered, patting Dylan on the back.

    *

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    12. Dark Moods

    The spacious athletic club was situated not far from the city vicinity. By late Sunday morning, the place buzzed with people, ranging from a mixture of fitness freaks to the relaxing members who enjoy the privilege of just being seen at the exclusive club.

    The couple ended their squash match and sat on the outer bench for a rest. The female wiped her forehead gently and the man dutifully offered her the bottled water. She took it and roved her eyes across to the neighbouring court. Through the glass back wall, she noticed it was a solo game.

    Intriguingly, she watched the ball ricochet off the side wall towards the man. He moved swiftly across the court, his expensive polo shirt clinging against his sweat drenched body, and swung the racquet with mighty force. The ball whizzed away like a shot bullet. The next hit was also executed in the same vigorous manner. Almost ruthless, she noted to herself.

    “Goodness that Kam kid has been playing all morning. Isn’t he tired?” the pudgy man beside her, commented. Their fifteen minutes game had already exhausted him totally.

    She merely nodded, catching a glance at his profile as he lurched across for a fierce backhand.

    “We better go Sara. I’ve already booked lunch at the Peninsula hotel, and I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said to his new girlfriend.

    Sara’s face brightened up, returning her full attention on him. “Oh I love surprises. You are a sweetie.” She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. She was sure it was going to be the Prada bag she had her eye on.

    He grinned indulgently. Together they headed to the change rooms, passing right across Nathan’s court.

    He was still playing hard. Driven by pure fury.

    *************************************

    Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Dylan, Leanne and her grandmother sat down to a vegetarian lunch. They had attended a morning praying service at a temple and the serene environment seemed like a suitable lunch spot.

    Grandmother Chan was delighted with Dylan’s company, and engaged him into long conversation during the meal. Leanne sat by and listened quietly, while a rising irritation boiled inside her. Dylan’s sudden departure had her worried all night. He had not called her as promised, and she had fallen asleep waiting.

    When she rang him this morning, he let it slip that he had been out drinking all night. Although highly unhappy with his behaviour, she didn’t want to spoil her grandmother’s trip. Restraining herself, she merely reminded him to pick them up. Leanne had a suspicion he had forgotten about the trip. She stole a glance at Dylan. Why were things becoming so complicated, she thought bitterly.

    After the meal, they made their way out. Dylan dropped a generous donation into the collection box. A curly hair woman standing beside the box, looked up at them.

    “Grandmother Chan.”

    It was Mrs Leung, a neighbouring resident and one of Leanne’s grandmother’s mahjong buddies. She excitedly told them of her volunteer work and the sermons that were coming up that afternoon. In the end, Grandmother Chan decided to stay for the activities. Mrs Leung assured Leanne, that her son-in-law would take them both home, so she and Dylan were free to go.

    The drive from the temple was extremely silent. Dylan concentrated on the road ahead. He had actually wanted to spend some time alone. But the trip was preplanned, and he didn’t want to disappoint Leanne. All day he made an effort to mask his lack of enthusiasm. Ironically, he was oblivious to Leanne’s dark mood.

    “Where are we going?” Leanne finally asked.

    Dylan realized they had no destination yet. “Uh, where do you want to go now?”

    Leanne sighed. Instead of answering she changed the topic. “Are you having problems at work? What happened last night?”

    Dylan knitted his brow. “Nothing happened. Can we not talk about it?”

    “What’s wrong with you today?” she snapped, suddenly wanting to start an argument.

    “Nothing,” he retorted simply. It didn’t give her the satisfaction.

    Leanne threw hands up helplessly. “It’s always like this. Do you ever care about my feelings at all? I don’t know what you’re thinking. You never share anything with me!
    We’re almost like strangers now.”

    Dylan only heaved a sigh, not wanting to antagonize her with his words.

    “Am I even important at all? Why do you treat me like this?”” Leanne put a hand to her chest. Her fingers touched the base of her neck. Her eyes flashed angrily at his silence. “And the necklace you bought for me yesterday. I hate it! I can’t believe you forgot that I don’t like these tacky precious stones!”

    “Why didn’t you tell me? I don’t read minds,” Dylan said, unable to understand the complexity of such a simple concept.

    “Well maybe you should.”

    Dylan slammed a hand on the steering wheel, as another car cut in front of him. He swore in annoyance.

    “Stop the car,” Leanne said sulkily.

    “Why?”

    “I want to get off!”

    Dylan swerved to a stop. “Why are you being so unreasonable?

    “Me unreasonable?”

    Dylan rolled his eyes and turned to glare out his window.

    “Fine! Whatever! Go and bond with your friends. You seem care about them more than me!”

    “Fine! I will!”

    “Fine!” Leanne snapped. She scrambled out of the car in a mad huff, and walked quickly down the street.

    Dylan’s Porsche tore loudly past her.

    *******************************

    Leanne walked aimlessly for the next fifteen minutes. Finding herself near the end of Tsim Sha Tsui area, she decided to take a stroll down the harbour promenade. The gentle sea breeze ruffled the ends of her hair as she walked along. She found being near the watery expanse to be a soothing solace.

    Leanne let out a down spirited sigh and stopped to stare at the towering buildings across the harbour. As she moved her head to one side, she caught sight of another lone figure.
    He was slouched over the rails, also staring out towards the waters. Leanne felt herself watching him. It was a comforting reflection of herself. The man turned slightly and she recognized his profile. It was Nathan.

    Leanne pondered for a while before walking over. As she stopped beside him, he cast a quick glance at her before resuming his attention back to the waters.

    “You look a little down,” she spoke first.

    He snorted scornfully. “Jeez, is it so obvious. Do you think I make a habit of staring into mid air? What a stupid question!”

    His hostility was unexpected. Leanne started to turn away.

    “No, wait.” Nathan straightened up. “Don’t go yet.” He paused. “ I’m sorry, I’m just not myself today. Everything is just . . .” he sighed and lowered his head. “Just, it’s so hard.”

    Leanne remained silent but didn’t leave.

    “You know it’s really terrible to grow up like a virtual orphan. Every holiday season, I hoped dad would ask me to come home. But he never did. When he did visit, it was like I was a charity cause. I couldn’t remember what my brother looked liked after a while.”

    Nathan swallowed hard and continued, “Even then I still held some hope. But what’s the use? I am here now, working, living with him and still he hates me. It’s just so unfair.”

    Nathan closed his eyes, as though the hurt and frustration were actually causing him bodily harm.

    From far away, a horn beeped loudly in traffic. Leanne glanced across to the several fishing junks bobbing along the open waters. She knew Donald Kam had two sons, and the youngest was based in America. But it was the first time she heard about the father-son problems. Dylan hardly discussed his own problems to her, let alone other people’s problems. She wanted to say something to reassure Nathan, but she didn’t know what. Up until the accident, her parents had always been there for her. She wouldn’t know what he was going through.

    Nathan clutched the rails with both hands. He then breathed in deeply and exhaled. He repeated his actions two more times. “Thanks for listening. I really needed to vent,” he said, without moving.

    “It’s okay,” she told him.

    He turned to look at her. “So what about you?”

    “Me?”

    “Takes one troubled soul to know one. Do you want to talk about it?”

    Leanne slipped both of her hands into her coat pockets and hesitated. She forced a sad smile. “Maybe that’s the problem. Dylan and I don’t seem to be able to talk things out anymore.”

    Leanne started to tell him about the story of the fight and all the preceding events. It was a relief to finally voice her frustrations. She had been holding them back for too long.

    Nathan listened sympathetically without interrupting.

    “Like he said, am I being unreasonable?” she asked.

    “Of course not. I reckon everything is Dylan’s fault. He seems like those who rather talk with his friends than girlfriend. You know it’s kind of an ego thing,” Nathan explained. “You want me to teach him a lesson?”

    The seriousness of the tone of the last part of the sentence made Leanne looked up.

    Nathan broke into a smile. “Only joking.”

    Leanne gave him an odd look. “You are different today. Not so . . .”

    “Irritating?”

    “Pretentious,” she corrected him.

    His face fell.

    “That’s what I used to think of you,” Leanne quickly added. “Not anymore. I’m glad we talked today. It’s like we started out on the wrong foot.”

    “Shall we start over?” he asked, as the smile returned to his face. “Hello, My name is Nathan Kam. Pleased to meet you.”

    “Leanne Chan. I’m pleased to meet you too.”

    They shared a smile, and took in the pleasant moment in silence.

    Nathan came out with a suggestion. “Since we’ve emptied all our troubles out for the day, I say we should go and fill it up with food.”

    “Okay,” Leanne agreed.

    “I know just the place,” Nathan declared mysteriously.

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