A Graduation Gift

The morning came.

Rufus took off last night, leaving Cassandra in the arms of a restless sleep.

She opened her eyes at first light. Still too early, but it was impossible for her to go back to sleep. Cassandra lay awake in bed, waiting for the tell-tale signs of morning to rouse her from her half-asleep state. That morning at breakfast, there was still no trace of Rufus. Hadn't he returned last night?

On the table were only two people - Horace, wearing a glum expression and Jill who was her usual grumpy self. Lionel's seat remained empty, too. Cassandra had no idea where he was.

"Good morning," she greeted the older couple politely.

Neither of them responded, as if they didn't hear her. Cassandra proceeded to sit down uncomfortably, watching her motions as if fearing that the smallest movement would disturb the two. She took a glass of milk and drank it with uncharacteristic attention, as Horace and Jill continued to sit wordlessly.

After a while, the silence became too excruciating and Cassandra could not help but ask,"Where is Rufus? Haven't seen him lately?"

Jill's head shot up at her words, as if she had said something unforgivable. She looked at Cassandra, her eyes silently speaking in daggers.

For some implacable reason, Cassandra felt as if she had made an offense. She lowered her head, waiting for Jill's reproach, although it was not clear what upset her. But instead, Horace spoke, letting off a heavy sigh as he looked at Cassandra.

"He is not here. He probably won't be home for a long time," he said sorrowfully, his eyes drowning Cassandra with an unknown grief. He closed his eyes and continued,"This is all my fault."

It was rare for Horace to be in such low spirits. He seemed to be holding in something.

"What happened?" Cassandra pressed.

She had not been able to shake the feeling from last night. She had been ill-at-ease, as if something was not right.

"Don't blame yourself. That woman died of illness. You are not to blame,"

Jill, who had been quiet, said with a sour tone. Cassandra's paled at her words.

That woman? Died of illness?

Horace turned to Jill sharply and said,"You! Do not involve yourself in matters that do not concern you! Rufus is preparing his mother's funeral abroad, so he won't be home for some time. I owe him and his mother everything..."

Jill spoke nothing more of the

Cassandra's mind reeled from

mother died. It was no wonder he acted so oddly

It was clear, especially last night, that he was grieving. There was a tight squeeze

you

quickly, not having time to think her words over. The moment she uttered her words, she realized her mistake. Jill was glaring

none of your business. You are NOT in a position to talk about these things!"

eyes. 'Jill is really unreasonable. Why be jealous of a dead person?' she thought to herself,

when Horace burst out exclaiming,"Why are you yelling at Cassandra? I don't want to hear you speak of Rufus that

but to give Cassandra a resentful glance, her tears quivering

tears, Cassandra felt guilty. She didn't know it would upset her that

turned back to the food on her plate. Even the rest of her meal looked cold and unappetizing, as if it had caught the bitterness of that morning's

his eyes growing distant as he continued. "Even I want to

that echoed through the room. Cassandra watched him leave the room. His hunched shoulders made him seem much smaller and older.

on the table, Cassandra blinked absently, a strange feeling brewing up

At the company

halls were filled with footsteps and murmurs of employees going over their tasks. It seemed as everyone was blissfully unaware of the events that transpired last night. No one even mentioned a word about the seemingly abrupt change to her assistant. it was as if everything had

assignment Rufus had given her was almost finished,

his review, the design would be ready to be delivered to

design satisfactory, it would mark the successful completion of her first project in the Tang Group. She lightened up at the

her thoughts unknowingly drifted,

about Rufus again.

eyes, and the silent desperation when he held her in

could not even imagine the depths of his sorrow.

in the Tang's house, what little she knew about him consisted mostly of that he was Horace's son, with another woman, and that he had been living alone with his mother. It must

that Rufus was definitely not a simple man. This time, he was willing

Cassandra's thoughts occupied her brain. She was biting her lip subconsciously, the delicate lines of

on the door brought her