The sun is setting down in Austin city into a sunset, as the clouds are moving around the sky as the night approaches in the evening with the raising of the moon on the sky.
The guards are at the house with their torches on their hands, moving around Mrs. Johnson’s house after the dark spreads across the city as it is 8:30 pm in the evening in Texas city.
Arianna is on the stairs stepping on the top of them as she is walking while heading inside the house with a smile and relief inside her heart after getting the good news from the police station that her case would be solved sooner. But what she doesn’t really know is that it is the bad news that is waiting for her inside the house.
When Arianna arrives inside the house while walking with her swaying hips and handbag on her hand, going towards the direction of the sitting room while her heart bubbles from inside. Suddenly she sees Mrs. Johnson and her Family standing in the middle of the sitting room with scrunch looks on their face. The looks which leave Arianna with baffled looks on her face.
“Good evening, everyone!” Arianna greets as soon as she sees everyone at the sitting room, walking across the sitting room and then drops her handbag on the top of the top of the sitting room’s table.
Mrs. Johnson and her Family looks at each other and then returns back their gazes towards Arianna.
Arianna glances at Marcella and asks. “Would you mind bringing me a glass of water Marcella please. I’m feeling a little bit thirsty right now.”
Marcella looks at Arianna with pity look on her face, and then nods, walking back to the kitchen in order to get Marcella some water.
Arianna knits her brows and looks at everyone inside the sitting room while Mrs. Johnson and her family are looking at Arianna with anguish burning inside their hearts.
“Why are you all quiet like that? Arianna asks.
“Where have you been Arianna?” David asks.
“I went somewhere a while ago, what is the matter darling?” Arianna asks.
David and Jane glances at each other and then returns back their gazes towards Arianna.
“It seems like you have been quite busy lately.” Jane speaks, her voice sounding sarcastic.
“Yeah. I have been quite busy with a lot of things quite lately.” Arianna says.
Mrs. Johnson intervenes. “Arianna, can I ask you a question?”
Arianna nods. “Yes sure, tell me, what is it?”
“If a person comes and tell you that you have to choose between a diamond necklace and a gold necklace, which one would you choose?” Mrs. Johnson asks.
Mrs. Johnson’s question leaves Arianna with a question mark in her but choose to answer it regardless. “Well, that is a little bit tough.”
David interjects. “Just answer it darling, you never know I might consider buying you the present on the future if you answer it correctly.” David says.
“Well… if I were the one who would have been asked to choose among those two, I guess I would have chosen the gold necklace.” Arianna replies.
Mrs. Johnson and David glances at each other and then returns back their gazes back to Arianna.
“Are you really sure of what you are saying Arianna? Don’t you like diamond necklaces like I do?” Mrs. Johnson Asks Arianna with her tone sounding suspicious.
“Yes, I’m sure about it. Diamond necklaces are too expenses for me to afford. I cannot consider buying them at this time.” Arianna replies.
Mrs. Johnson steps forwards and walks closer towards Arianna space with her arms folded on her back.
“If it is that so can you tell me,” Mrs. Johnson removes her hands on her back and shows the diamond necklace on Arianna’s face. “Why was my diamond necklace inside your closet?”
Mrs. Johnson asks Arianna with a scrunch look on her face, holding the diamond necklace on her hand as Arianna is looking at it with bewilderment feeling inside her heart while her heart hammers fast from the inside, taken aback with the news she heard.
***
The room is dark as the ceiling fan swirls on the ceiling board, pushing the air downward inside the bedroom while George and Grace are on the top of their bed, watching television while wrapping their arms around each other.
“Darling, you have not told me about what is going on in your company. How is work?” Grace asks casting her eyes towards the television.
“Actually, it is not going so bad lately. We have managed to bring back the customer’s trust back to our company and now there is an increase of ticket sales in our company.” George says.
Grace raises herself from George’s chest, and then sits properly on the bed. Looking at her husband straight in the eyes.
“But darling, I don’t think this is fair for you.”
“Why are you saying that?”
“Because it looks like all of the things that are done to save the company are always done by you, and there is no single time that I have come across to hear that David has help the company in a certain way,” Grace furrows her brows and continues. “Don’t you think David is using you as a slave for his own benefits.” Grace suggests, reminding George to reconsider.
George scoffs and looks at Grace. “Of course not, we share equal responsibilities within that company. Why are you saying that?”
“Because as far as I can see. It looks like David is using you a lot to solve his own messes while his far away dealing with his other businesses.” Grace says.
George rolls up his eyes and release a breath “Listen darling, you should keep this in mind that David is not using me as his slave, and second it is just the way how things are working inside our company.”
Grace takes a short glance at the television and then returns back her gaze to George.
“Darling, I think I have a better idea on this.” Grace replies.
George furrows his brows. What is it?” George asks.
“I think it is time for you to start your own business and own your own company.”
George scoffs and looks at Grace. “It is not that easy as you think it is. There is a lot of process that I will need to go through in order to own a company.” George says.
“I know that they will be a lot of things that you will have to consider before opening the company, but don’t you think that owning your own company will be good in a long run.”
George pauses for a while, thinking deeply on Grace’s words and then nods with agreement. “Yes, I guess you are right about that.” George says.