She was indeed gold in the midst of clay and that was why his tale had to end this way.

  Nothing beautiful can ever exist in his life. He was tired of keeping her from happiness, he wanted her to experience that joy others had experienced.

  That joy he had deprived her. He wanted to be a good friend and let her go. This may be his last opportunity to sow a good seed in life.

  He fondled with the tip of her hair and watched as she also watched him.

  He had never seen anyone with a heart so deep and forgiving in his entire life. That she could even allow him to get so close to her after all he had done.

" Iris I'm still very sorry" 


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

    Iris had moved on to a better life. Infact, she no longer bore her name. She was now referred to as Jules.

  Working as the secretary for one of the most lucrative businessmen in Bridgewaters seemed like the best of her good years, till a temporary transfer was made.

  She was now to work for another employee. Mr McConnell's son. The man who made her high school days miserable, the man who broke her and made sure she had no means to pick herself back up.

The man who raped her.

  Now theirs is a tale of hate, hurt, regrets, tears, fears and discovery.

  And maybe love.

Don't forget, there's a very thin line between love and hate.

LOVED

I cross out another possible address of Soldo from my ideas. 


 The office was closed by now because the time, I assume is between five and six and I'm seated in my office with an almost empty bottle of whiskey. 


 I'm having a dinner with Mr Reid tomorrow and I have no intentions of telling him what is going on yet but the fact that I'm at the greatest standstill in life is pricking at my soul. 


I bring my focus back to what I have at hand. 


 When I heard last about him, that was his location and Soldo isn't one to stay in a position for long. 


I heard of another drug pin brewing up there. He may have gone to stake his claims. 


 Chances search also had suspicions on Madrid. 


I threw down my pen and jumped out of my chair in annoyance. 


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