A Graduation Gift

A faint, shadowy smile passed through Clark's lips. 'You foolish woman, ' he thought to himself darkly. 'To think that you would stoop this low to take revenge on Rufus. How pathetic.'

"Whatever you want. I will send the invitation to Rufus myself. He will see with his own eyes how happy you are on our wedding day,"

he promised readily in front of Charlie even as his heart was filled with contempt for Amanda.

When Clark left, Charlie turned to Amanda and urged her to return to her bedroom.

"It's late. You should go and rest. You should take care of yourself, especially now that you're pregnant." Standing up, he continued, "I'm going back to the headquarters to prepare for your wedding. Clark's hands are too full to attend to the matters of the group. I have to do whatever I can to help him."

Now that Clark was going to be his son-in-law, Charlie had begun to look out for him more. After all, he would be part of the family in just a short time now.

It was something that went exactly as Clark had planned. Charlie would be a useful piece in this little game he was playing. If he won him over to his side, Rufus would be left with no allies. And when the perfect timing came, he would strike, and Rufus would be left helpless. He was brimming with excitement at the thought of Rufus's downfall, but for now, he had to be patient.

Charlie hurriedly left after only a short stay. Amanda silently followed her father's receding figure with her eyes, biting her tongue against the words that wanted to come out.

Charlie arrived in anger, but now watching his light steps, Amanda knew that he was feeling none of his earlier animosity, all due to her decision.

A tugging feeling crept through Amanda's chest. Was it the right decision?

She began to shiver despite the heat in the room.

The coldness seeped to her bones, racking her frame with shivers. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself. She felt more isolated than ever. No one knew that she was forcing herself to do something she didn't want to. She was all alone.

"The walls should be painted with vibrant colors. Green and yellow would work the best."

"I want a relaxing feel to the room, and the furnishings should be both modern and practical."

...

Cassandra described her design concept in detail to Rufus, taking down notes and sketching initial plans from time to time. Rufus listened to her attentively, delighting in the way her eyes gleamed as she spoke animatedly and explained her ideas. Like this, he could watch her all day.

Cassandra's hands were steady as she drew her vision for the new studio. She wanted everything to be perfect.

Just then, the doorbell rang, halting Cassandra's words. Rufus smiled at her and said, "We have a guest. I'll go see who it is."

He stood up and went out of the study to check the monitor.

His mood instantly soured at the face on the screen. Clark was standing outside the door, waiting for his hosts.

After a short moment, the man seemed to have sensed Rufus's gaze from the other side. He smiled at the monitor, but his eyes darkened with coldness.

Rufus watched him with an equally cold stare and pressed a button to let him in.

"Rufus, who's that?"

out from the study,

"Clark."

but at the

Why was he here?

an appointment with him?"

reason she could think of

go see what

walked to the main door and opened it. Clark was standing at the door, still smiling. For a moment, neither of them spoke, ice meeting with frost wordlessly as the two men leveled each other

and the chill only seemed to be magnified by the two men's silent encounter. Cassandra shivered as the door opened,

and closed the door halfway, so as to prevent the chill from coming in the room.

them. "I can't believe you've forgotten common courtesy, Rufus. Do you usually let your guests freeze at your very

tongue in cheek. The false smile never left his face as his eyes gleamed

the crap. What do

icily. He was in no mood for

made a show of being hurt. "How you wound me. We have known

believed his show of sincerity. But knowing what he had done, his little performance

you doing

to get

slyly as he took out a red envelope from his jacket and

my wedding with Amanda," he said slowly, drawing out the words and watching Rufus's face closely. "I

subconsciously took it. Rufus was taken off

be there,"

nothing more. He knew Clark came to see how he would react, and there was no way he was giving him what

change in his expression. Then, after a moment, Clark withdrew with a quick

as he turned round, Clark's face seethed

bitch. Let's see how calm you would be at the wedding, ' he cursed silently, promising to make

him with cold eyes as he walked away, and then closed the

entered, Cassandra was quick to notice the red envelope in his hands. She was holding a tray of refreshments that she had just made

"What is it?"

asked, setting the tray down.

Amanda's

indifferently as he threw the envelope on the

went to the invitation on the table,

and

to say anything more from her

she found someone else to marry," he shrugged. "Although, I don't know why she chose

seemed indifferent to the situation, but Cassandra felt strange. She bit her lip thoughtfully

and watched the news.

completely understand him. He says one thing, but does something else afterwards. It doesn't add up. What if he is just

breath, her voice