AcceptanceIt had been six years since the death of Brian Wallace's mom. He was stillyoung when the vehicle his parents were traveling overran a sharp ...urn andfell off a cliff. He was at his neighbor's place, like he usually doesduring his parents date night, when the news came. His dad barely survivedthrough the three weeks in intensive care with a broken hip. It was not asfortunate for his mom as she had died at the scene.Even after recovery, Brian's dad was a wreck. Deep down, Brian knew. ” Elizabeth reacted to the word 'girls' with a just perceptible twitch of her mouth. “Do you want a drink?” she asked. “I’ll get them,” I said. Elizabeth looked at me reproachfully. “I’m not that broke that I can’t buy you a drink!” “Yes, sorry. A white wine then please.” After ordering the drinks she turned to me and she gave me one of those looks that put tactfully, meant she wanted to rip my clothes off. I won’t lie – she looked hot and I wouldn’t have fought her off. Equally, I knew that. He had hismothers hair color up to the day he changed classes. A deep brown. Butnow it was lighter. Not quite blond. The hue reminded him of honey. Ofcourse, his focus was soon drawn to his eyes. They stood out by far.Gone were the muddy brown eyes of old. His new eyes shone in a blue sodeep that he could have sworn a master jeweler had fitted pure sapphiresthere.His small soft mouth contrasted deeply against his skin. It was not thathis lips were too red. More like a dark pink. It was his skin. In the morning, I wish to hold a meeting with the councillors, about half third hour should do. Do you think you can arrange that before you leave?”“Yes, I’ll do that, Sir. Have I lost my job?” she asked tentatively.“Not at the moment. I think we will need to do a reshuffle and we will see who stays and who goes after that. I won’t make any promises until I know just how bad things are,” I informed her. “Oh, shit! I forgot to find out how to get into my residence,” I groaned.She giggled and.