“What do you mean by she is gone?” Flossie yelled, her voice strained, her eyes wide and cold and her veins were popping out of her neck. She looked different from the woman who was always calm, cordial, formal and elegant. Her gracefulness and beauty seem to have disappeared and all that was left was a shell that contained so much rage, fear and despair written in her eyes and body.
“That’s what the detective told me,” Her husband, Ethan, entered. His annoyance over the whole situation was beginning to drain him and make him panic. They all knew that whoever was the secretary of Damon was the same red hair that had almost sabotaged the relationship they had with their son. And taking her down was a major plot they had, for the sake of their son. Even William Roxwell was not against it. D
