A Hungry Man is an Angry Man

Anya looked at the yacht as the speedboat moved, slowly picking up speed. She wasn't sure what was there in the coming days, she felt sad looking at Alvin parting this way.

"Unexpected farewell couldn't be any sweeter." A teasing voice sounded behind her.

Anya frowned hearing the familiar voice. She was preparing for the worst-case but what is happening here? She turned around and saw the man who was leaning against the door frame of the control room. 

He was a man in his mid-thirties but looked like in his twenties. His dark brown hair was cleanly groomed to a side parting yet his wispy hair gave the charm to his attractive face. Unlike Alvin's devilish looks, this man had soft curves making him more approachable. Only a few people know how sinister he could be, Anya was one of them.