Names:

🔶Caspian Gray-27, lawyer

(Studying for a lawyer is between 5 and 7 years)

Lionel's 3-5-6-9

🔶Dion Wilson-28, business man, millionaire

(From a rich family and started business young)

🔶Ira Pierce-34, Dion's uncle- from mom's side

(1.Dion's mom-oldest-46

2.Sister-43

3.Sister-40

4.Brother- 36

5.Ira-youngest-34)

🔶Asa Cohen-29, Caspian's step brother from mom's side

( Not blood related. Caspian's mom is divorced and dating Asa's dad for some years now.)

Note: people in their late 20's and early 30's are not old. If anyone's thinking that. Sometimes readers are triggered if they see characters over like ... 27☠️Not you doing like life ends when you are 30. Damn. Old to me is 65+ so, chille, anyGays. Let them have romance 👹.

🔶Orson- Caspian's Neighbor and friend

🔶Reggie-Dion's assistant

🔶Osvaldo Finnegan-owner of the company that hired Caspian

🔶Scott-dion's lawyer

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"Here are you flowers. Nice and packed Mrs. Winters " i smile at the older lady.

She comes here once a month for new flowers or decorations.

"Thank you, Asa. You are such a sweet heart.

I will tell Rose to come here " Rose is her Gran daughter.

"Well, I would be only glad. I will call you about the tulips you wanted."

"Have a nice day."

"You too."

I boil water in my purple ceramic kettle and pour it on the coffee.

The door bell rings as I look to the door.

I see a tall man in a suit. He looks rich. And there is a Lamborghini outside.

What is he doing in here?

I look at the news papers I have on the counter. Then on him.

Wait a minute. This man is very familiar.

"Hello, sir. Can I help you with anything specific?" I smile at him.

He eyes me. "Hm, I hope so."

"Okay, can you tell me with what?"

"If i ask you about something personal, will you call the police on me?"

"Ehm," i gulp, "depends. If it's inappropriate, I will have to."

"I know your brother." He says.

I gasp. "You are Wilson aren't you?" I point to him.

"What? Oh, ...yes. yes, I am. Did he tell you about me?" He smiles happily.

"He worked on the case against you.

And he lost.

Then your assistant came to my shop when he was here.

Thank you for being the flowers for him.

I hope you will buy some more."

I give him a look. He better give us his money.

"I see you know a lot. I'm glad you won't call the police for being a freak."

"I could but i don't want to." I shrug.

I have to tell Caspian he was here. "So, you came here for advices about him or flowers?"

"Him." Straight forward.

"Go on then."

He walks closer to the counter and puts his hand on it.

"I just want to get to know your brother."

"Why?" I raise a brow.

"Because he just ... I want to. And I can since the case is over."

"I still think you did it."

"I'm sorry your bother lost but let's move on.

Does he hate me?"

"Not particularly."

"So, he likes me?" He smiles.

"Define LIKE." I look at him.

"Did he accept the flowers"

"He did. But ...are you asking think out? That a bit shady.

Considering the case."

"Fuck the case. Who cares? It's over. Would he go for a lunch with me."

"He doesn't like too much of crowded places.

So, I would recommend something private.

But not too much, he will think you are a serial killer.

If he agrees, well ... I mean don't tell him I told but he's quite lonely now."

"Does he have a boyfriend? I hope he is into men at least."

"No and yes.

You might be his type by looks. But definitely not my personality."

"What's wrong with my personality."

"I will help you in exchange for buying something and ... Giving me your assistant's number."

"Reggie? Oh. Sure." I smirk. I'm just a business man.