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..."

sigh, and Jill spoke nothing more

this time, the atmosphere turned from uncomfortable to claustrophobic. Cassandra's mind reeled from the realizations, and somehow, a

was no wonder he acted so oddly last night.

that Rufus wouldn't take the circumstances well. It was clear, especially last night, that he was grieving. There was a tight squeeze in Cassandra's chest as

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to think her words over. The moment she uttered her words, she realized her mistake. Jill

I remind you that you are Lionel's wife. Why are you so concerned with that? This is none of your

really unreasonable. Why be jealous of a

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

but to give Cassandra a resentful glance, her tears quivering in her eyes. She

callous woman's tears, Cassandra felt guilty. She didn't know it would upset her that much, and voiced out an apology,"Dad,

Even the rest of her meal looked cold and unappetizing, as if it had caught the

known..." Horace replied gently, his eyes growing distant as he continued. "Even I want to see

from the table with heavy steps that echoed through the room. Cassandra watched him leave the

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

At the company

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

assignment Rufus had given her was almost finished, and she

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

the

drifted, and she

about Rufus

from last night flashed in her mind - his tired, dispirited eyes, and the silent desperation when he

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

about nothing, but Cassandra could clearly see that Rufus was definitely not a simple man. This time, he was willing to return to Tang Group, probably with his

occupied her brain. She was biting her

on the door brought her back