Sheila stepped out of the building with a smile that refused to leave her face. The afternoon sun was warm,but the excitement in her chest made her feel even warmer.
She adjusted the strap of her handbag and began walking slowly down the street, replaying every moment of conversation she had just had with Vincent. To anyone passing by,she probably looked like someone who had just received the best news of her life.
In a way, she believed she had.
Sheila could still remember the way Vincent looked at her when they spoke. His voice had been calm,but there was hesitation in it. The small pause before he answered her questions, the way he avoided her eyes for a moment. It all meant something to her.
"He still cares".
She thought happily. Sheila stopped near a quiet corner of the street and pulled out her phone. She scrolled through her old messages with Vincent. Some of them were months old,from when they were still together.
Reading them now made her smile wider. She remembered the good days they had shared. The laughter, the long conversations,the promises they once made to each other. Those memories were enough to convince her that their story was not finished yet.
"Vincent hasn't forgotten about me"
She whispered to herself. In her mind, Anna was just a temporary distraction, someone who happened to be around Vincent for now.
Sheila believed that deep inside, Vincent still belonged to her.
"He just needs time",she said confidently.
"Soon he'll realize that we're meant to be together".
With that thought, Sheila slipped her phone back into her bag and continued walking to her car, feeling proud and hopeful.
What she didn't know was that Vincent's thought was far away from romance or old relationships.
At that very moment,cross town, someone else was thinking about Vincent too-but not with happiness.
Inside a old, poorly lit room, a tall figure sat behind a wooden table. The air inside was heavy and quiet, and the only sound was the slow tapping of fingers against the surface of the table.
Maverick leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold and calculating. He had been thinking about Vincent for days now. Not because of friendship. Because of revenge.
Two boys stood in front of him, looking nervous. They shifted their weight from one foot to another as they waited for him to speak.
"Have you been watching him?"
Maverick finally asked in a calm but intimidating voice. One of the boys nodded quickly.
"Yes" he replied. "We've been following him like you said".
Maverick stopped tapping his fingers , "And?" He asked.
The second boy spoke this time."He goes to his second company almost every morning" he said."we found out about a lady that claims to be his girlfriend.
"That's nice, at least we can start from the lady"
Maverick's lips slowly curled into a small envelope, sliding it across the table toward them.
"Keep following him," he continued." I want to know everywhere he goes, who he talks to ,where he spends his time.
The boys exchanged a quick glance before picking up the envelope.
"Yes,we understand". One of them said.
Maverick leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table.
"Vincent thinks everything is normal", he said softly."He walks around like nothing can touch him"
His eyes darkened.
"But everyone has a weak moment".
The room fell silent again, outside the window moved gently through the streets, carrying the quiet sounds of the city.
Maverick stoop up slowly from his chair and walked toward the window.
From there he could see the fading sunlight in the distance.
"When the time is right", he murmured, almost to himself," Vincent won't even see it coming".
"Behind him,the two boys nodded silently.
Vincent had the feelings people were watching him from the shadows, so he told Franco to make moves.
Somewhere in the city, Sheila was smiling, convinced that Vincent still had feelings for her.
But somewhere else,a dangerous plan was slowly beginning to take shape.
And soon, Vincent's life was about to become far more complicated than he could ever imagine.