Crystal woke up next evening in her room at the Fitzgerald Villa. Her mouth felt as if she had eaten sand and she was hardly able to recall everything.
She walked in the bathroom and got dressed. As she brushed her hair, she felt hungry.
Her cell phone rang and with a happy look on her face she picked it up.
"Happy Birthday Little" the man's voice said.
"Thank you Mr.Valentine" Crystal replied, genuinely grateful.
"I see you have not found any solution to the problem yet, but wait, today is your day, let us not talk about work." Mr Valentine replied.
Crystal walked towards the balcony, contemplating how much she has to figure out.
"Mr. Valentine, it's fine." Crystal sighed.
Five Years, for Five Years when I was not in a position to handle anything, he was like a backbone to me, else what would I have been. Apparently my mother knew, my sister knew, my ex knew where I was, perhaps, it is for the best.
