Just when they thought about ending the case, I made my preparation of beginning the chase and that's where I always won, for I never stopped when they started and never paused when they departed ~ The Stalker
Imagine getting invited to a grand feas...
We are pleased to announce a feast held this weekend at my house And you and your family arecordiallyinvited to attend the gathering. This party is hosted for a very special reason which would be disclosed in the Party itself.
Your presence is expected and we hope you'll be a part of our happiness.
~David Fernandes~
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David Fernandes, CEO of a start-up tourism company, who also owned three buses, smiled as he delivered the last invitation to Mr. Sinha. He narrowed his eyes as it came to his knowledge that the final invitation, in-fact the only invitation which he was going to give in person, was to his distant, yet close relative, Mr. Paul. The chilling air brushed through his body as he walked about the empty streets of Mysore colony within the Summerhill, to Mr. Paul's house. The area was well-known for its location. The surrounding hills, gardens and lakes, always demanding attention from people, especially during the snow. There were around one hundred and twenty-five villas, twenty-five in each row.
David's father shared better relations with Mr. Paul than with any other relatives his family had, yet he always wondered as to why his father always referred to Mr. Paul and his nephew Akash as their "distant" relatives. The Paul family and their involvement in his father's business affairs was always a secret, of which David was denied to know. He didn't fancy talking to Mr. Paul, but considering the current situation, his presence was required in the party. He rang the doorbell and a few moments later was greeted by Mr. Paul,
'David, my boy!' he exclaimed, grabbing David's arm. 'It's so good to see you, come in, come in.'
He quickly scanned his uncle's house. Huge walls and tall ceilings, a circular staircase leading to the upper square of the house, beautiful paintings hanging on the rose-tinted walls, couches and tables placed perfectly in design in the living room, though this was nothing compared to David's 'Rose Villa'.
Mr. Paul wouldn't even be living here if it wasn't for the money which David's father had left in his will. A part of David always wanted to hunt the reason behind his father leaving one-third of his will to Mr. Paul, but his instincts said that he had already searched enough and met futility at the end.
'What would you like to have?' Mr. Paul asked, disturbing David's thoughts.
'For the moment, just your time, Uncle.' David replied grinning. 'The Prince always has all my time; how can I help you?'
