Both Michael and I had secured tutor-ships in the department, were doing postgraduate work, were considered talented, and had future academic prospect.... But we were very different: I was scholarly and self-critical in my work. Michael was erratically brilliant. Both of us had articles accepted for publication. Mine were received with muted praise. Michael’s, however, were usually enthusiastically applauded by some, then, over weeks and month examined more closely. The final judgement was. One belonged to John, the other to a female. This, Aiden assumed, must be Grace. He headed in the direction of the kitchen. “Good morning, Mr Biggs,” Aiden called out through the open kitchen door.“Ah, Aiden, come in for a second would you?” John replied. Aiden stepped in and looked in the direction from which John’s voice had originated. “I want to introduce you to my fiancée, Grace.”Aiden gazed at the woman stood next to John. She was much younger than the man next to her; she barely looked. “Authorities are already headed out to both places.”“Fuck...” Julie mutters. “What the hell are we supposed to do then?”“Sit tight,” Sternigan instructs.“Sit tight?” she repeats, not really certain herself that she heard correctly. “We’re not getting anything done just sitting around here.”“Not true,” he says smiling, even though she cannot see it, though she can tell that he is just by the way he is speaking. It always irritates her. He continues, “Lucius Magnus, the head of True Energy, is. “Ehm, si… cosa ci fai qui?” chiese un po’ intontita Alice.“Stasera andiamo a casa mia, ho una bellissima collezione di farfalle da mostrarti!”“Scusami, ma sono stanca, mi spiace” rispose Alice e lo baciò appena sulle labbra “un’altra sera magari, eh?” rientrò negli spogliatoi sbattendogli praticamente la porta in faccia.Marco rimase senza parole per qualche minuto, voleva ribussare, ma poi se ne andò. Vai a capirle le donne.Mentre Alice andava a parlare con Marco, Marina chiese sottovoce a.