"Oh, he succeeded in opening this. That's amazing! Send this to Aunty and Father," Angelica orders, scrolling through the tab. 

"I already did, but they're busy, so I came to show it to you first," says Sia.

"Then, send it to Co--"

"I already did," says Sia, cutting off Angelica.

"Oh, ok. Nice work, I'll see you downstairs at 15." 

"Alright, bye.” Sia flips the pad. She pauses as and turns back “Ah wait, Matt wanted you to look over the stuff he found on those weirdos," says Sia, holding the door knob.

"Ok, I will meet him after the meeting in the office."Aight, see ya." Sia opens the door knob and leaves the door open as Angelica is waiting for her to go.

Click

Angelica closes her door and slips down to the floor. 

"Goodness, was it only me who was nervous? No, she must be nervous too. She just won't show it. She's thick-skinned. I mean, she doesn't let her personal matters intervene with work", she thinks to herself. 

Outside, Sia pants and feels her heart pounding.

"Gah! Goddamnit, why did I go in without permission?! Stupid me! Sia curses on the other side of the door.. But,water  was dripping off her hair and on her neck...and her lips were moving looking so beautiful and red. I wish I could kiss her."

Sia notices her body feeling so warm, her heart beating fast, and the next thing she knew, she was blushing intensely. 

"Goodness, stop already!" she mumbles, brushing her thoughts off in the air. She stops for a second. 

"She looked so tempting in that silk blue bathrobe tho..Sia! Stop!" Sia pants as she scolds herself.

***

"Alright, you guys got ambushed, huh?" Alya asks, sitting halfway on her desk with arms crossed.

"Yep. We got a tablet and some substantial objects," says Sia.

"What is in the tablet?" she asks.

"I've already emailed it to you. The projector is also on," Sia states.

"Good job, dear. Pull down the shutters and display it there. Matt, Erik, do it." 

" 'kay, Aunt." 

"Okay, Ma." 

Matthew and Erik climb up by taking support of the cabinets hanging on the wall. The document shows up on the white shutters as they fall down.

"Oh, did you guys bring the pen drive?" Alya asks.

"Yeah, it's on your top right drawer," Sia replies.

"Alright, we'll look at it later in the office tonight."

"Ok," everyone agrees as they move on with the file.

There's a lot of things they all felt disgusted about:  the crimes, the bribes, the body counts and more names.

The targets of the Rodriguez and Anderson Davis family. 

"What is this? A video mail? Play it," Dean orders.

"Hello. It is November 19, 2018 right now. My name is Robin Dixon, Victoria Dixon's grandson. I wish I could tell everything, but unfortunately I can't. A lot has happened," Robin sighs in the video.

 "Bitter truth of my family. They didn’t die. My grandmother killed them, tortured them, abused them, targeted them, even sold some of them before they were ever born or at a very young age," Robin stammers as he fidgets with his fingers, his tears dropping on the floor. 

"She said I'm special. Yeah sure as hell I am." He slams his hand on the wooden table. 

"She has killed countless people. Many of them were my family members, other families and innocent souls who had nothing to do with us…." 

Flop

Coco falls down, her hands covering her mouth. Memories of her beloved and hers playing in her mind like a movie.

 She screams loudly, looking towards Charlies who is razed and can't believe his ears. 

Baam!!

Charlie hits his fist on the table.

They both remember the day when they were so happy with Robin. They spent the whole day with him. It was their friendship anniversary. 

Coco quickly gets up and gets out of the room. She takes the lift to the top floor of the mansion., going into the only room on the top floor where no one other than the three friends were allowed.

She opens the door with force. Clenching her fist, she throws a metal stand on the floor.

Shatter!

Clatter 

Thud!

Coco shrills loudly. Her voice can be heard throughout the mansion. 

She huffs, panting with tears falling out of her eyes.

***

There's a knock on Charlie's door.

"May I come in?" a low voice seeks permission to enter the room.

"Yes, come in Dad," says Charlie sitting on his bed, looking through the files they saw earlier in the evening today.

Dean opens the door tentatively. "Hey, what are you doing?" asks Dean, walking towards him.

"Nothing, just working." Charlie scribbles on his notepad, scrolling on his tablet and shaking his leg.

"You should take a break, boy. I know, you've been working on it since you left the room. It's been hours.”

"I have to finish this, Dad." 

"What are you even doing with it? There's nothing to look over. We did it in the evening." 

"I'm comparing the body counts, places they bought, and more with the file in aunt's pen drive" 

"She gave you the pen drive?" Dean's eyes widened.

"Yeah, but she told me not to let you have it. So, I'm sorry. I cannot let you see the contents of it. Pops is going to send the file to everyone tomorrow anyway." Charlie swings his pen, resting his head on his palm.

"Alright. Anyway, don't work past 3 AM. It's already 2:30 right now." 

"Ok Dad. Bye. Good night." 

"Good night."

Their smiles begin to fade away as the door closes slowly. 

Charlie gets off his study table and falls on his bed. He gets lost in those memories when he used to go over to Robin's house, and Victoria used to make them food to eat.

"Here you go! Enjoy the food you three." 

"Thank you, Grandma!" 

"Huh? Grandma? Dearies, I'm not that old."

"What's your age, Grandma?" asks Coco. 

"Didn't anyone tell you that you shouldn't ask women their age?" 

"That was long ago Grandma, just say it!!" 

"Yes Grandma, please?" says the three children with puppy eyes.

"Ay ay, I'm 60 something" 

"Huh? That old??" 

"Ay! I'm not old." Victoria grabs them all and tickles them.

Their laughter fills the room.

The laughter fades away when Charlie hears another knock on his door. He realises he cried while thinking of his late best friend and his dear grandma.

"Coming," he says loudly as he gets off the bed and wipes away his tears.

"Hey," a young handsome man stands in front of the door, holding a basket of food and two cups of mocha.