death certificate

High and mighty Alvin didn't know what to do about it. Creating a death certificate for his living son was out of the question.

He sat up to get ready for the day ignoring the fuming Cynthia.

Cynthia's anger eventually dissipated as she watched him dressed up wondering if he forgot her presence but then again he'd regard her as a colleague.

" Where are you going to? She asked trying to hide her blushing cheeks from him which wasn't his problem at the moment.

" To fix it. I wouldn't want you to be jobless"

" Are you seeking her out? That bitch? She asked angrily.

" Silence! Alvin yelled then sighed like he forgot what she did to him. ' she mustn't sue your hospital because I won't be able to help you after all David think I'm out of business"

" Then what? She asked standing in front of him with thrilling eyes.

" I can handle it" she closed the space between them peering into his eyes with outstretched hands to touch him but retracted it.