บท 158: Chapter One Hundred And Fifty-eight: The Moral Of The Story

Maya's point of view 

I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes as I said to Adam, "Get down to business? No offense sir, but I don't remember doing any business with you" came my comment.

"Really?" He smiled sheepishly too, but the intelligence in his eyes couldn't be hidden. We both were pretending and he knows it.

"Perhaps, I should start with this story first. As a patient, I'm sure my esteem company would keep the boringness away"

Keep the boringness away my butt! The chills from his nerving presence was now making me shiver.

"My story goes like this: Once upon a time, there lived a very rich man who had a son he loved very much. 

"He loved this son that he gave him the best in life; expensive clothes, jewelry, best of education, and made sure his health was probably taken care of.