Thoughts raced through his mind like wild horses on an open plain. His thoughts drifted to Scovia, his wife, who had a keen eye for jewelry. How he wished she was there to seize this opportunity with her expertise.
“Grandfather, what do you want from me?” Aiden whispered to the empty room. The silence offered no answers, only a reminder of the passage of time. If only Scovia were here, this would have been a great opportunity for her. How I miss you and our kids, 5 years have passed and still waiting for your return. For how much longer do I have to wait? Oh man, I am so exhausted,” Aiden murmured.
Just then, a knock on the door broke the stillness. It was Aiden’s assistant, George, a loyal and efficient man who had been by his side through thick and thin.
“Sir, this evening you will have dinner with the Jones. Would you like to go home and change, or proceed from here?” George inquired.