THE MASTERMIND

His name sounded somewhat distant to me. My mind travelled back to the last time I saw him—I could still remember every single thing. I wanted to be angry at him for how things played out that day. But with everything happening, I could barely find it within me to hold any grudge. “What are you doing here?” I questioned in confusion, as I took his form. The face cap on his head and his casual clothes. It looked like a very unusual clothes for the heir of the Rivers family to wear. His eyes held mine for sometime, before he regained himself. A wide smile tugged on his lips as he watched me. “I have an important meeting with someone here,” he muttered with a shrug. “Oh okay,” I said, not wanting to keep on with the conversation when I remembered the words he had said to me in his car that day. Thankfully, the elevator stopped at my floor at that moment. I jumped out, noticing Tyler remained inside, his hands typing something on his phone furiously. ‘He must not be going to this floor the