A thief you say?

*** Ron's residence, 3:14 pm, same day. ***

Sheila drove up to the huge, single, grey-colored gate, and honked her horn. Then she relaxed on her seat as she waited for someone to attend to her as usual.

She had been to this house twice in the past and was already used to the protocol. The first time she was here, she wondered why his house was fully fenced and gated even though it was located in a very secure part of town.

But then, knowing the kind of person occupying the house, she didn't wonder for long.

Veron Silver, a renowned name in the business world, and the man who singlehandedly rescued her father's business when it was about hitting the rocks.

She had no idea why he became a student in her school and was in the same class as her, she didn't care even. It was a good thing as it gave her the opportunity to be close to him.

Their relationship was not where she wanted it to be yet, not even close, but she was ready to wait. After all, all good things take time.

After about ten seconds of waiting, the gate was pushed open only wide enough for a person to pass through. A burly man with an oblong-shaped head and three-color beard stepped out and approached her car.

He wore a black body-hugging t-shirt, blue crazy jeans, and his shoulder-length hair was tied neatly to the back of his head.

Seeing him approach, Sheila wound down the car window, and flashed him a smile, despite knowing that the person coming toward her would not return her smile.

"Good day, ma'am. May I know why you're here?" The man asked when he reached the side of the car where she was seated, keeping his stoic expression intact.

"I'm here to see Veron," Sheila answered.

"Is he expecting you?"

"No. But it's important I see him. I have an urgent message for him." Sheila informed him to stop him from asking any further questions.

It worked as the man only stared at her for a few seconds before pulling a phone out from his pocket and quickly dialing a number.

"What's your name?" He asked, just as he moved the phone to his left ear.

The question irritated Sheila, making her frown. She had been here twice already and each time, she said her name. Shouldn't he already know her name? Why ask her again?

"Sheila. Sheila Stevens." She answered, knowing it was useless getting angry about something like this. The person asking doesn't look like he cares about how she feels.

However, she promised to show him his place when she becomes the madam of the house.

"Boss, Miss Sheila Stevens is here... Says she wants to see boss Veron and insists it's urgent." Sheila heard the man report over the phone, and after a short silence, he put the phone back into his pocket.

"Open the gate." He ordered in a firm voice that was neither too loud nor soft.

Not a second later, the gate slid open and she drove into the vast front yard of the three-storey mansion.

After parking her car, she stepped out and walked toward the front of the house, where she could see Skye waiting for her. He was standing on the porch, leaning against the railings.

"Hey, Skye, is Veron in?" Sheila asked in a singsong voice, while still a distance away from him. She had a small bag in her hand, which she swung back and forth with every step she took.

Skye, however, said nothing until she was right in front of him.

"He's not in. What's the urgent matter you want to discuss?" Skye queried, without beating about the bush, but Sheila's bright expression quickly turned downhill.

"He's not in? I'm just coming from the office and I was told he hadn't been there today. His phone is also not going through."

"That's right." Skye nodded, noticing the disappointment on her dolled-up face.

"Oh... When will he be back then? Can I wait?" Sheila probed, hoping he would return soon.

"Not unless you can wait for three days." Skye's response sent another wave of disappointment into her, making her bite the side of her lower lip.

"You can drop the message and I'll be sure he gets it today, or you can return another time if it's not as urgent as you claimed," Skye added, pushing himself off the railings and straightening up.

Sheila gazed at Skye for a while, wondering if she should wait or just say what she came for. It was still a mystery to her what kind of relationship Veron and Skye shared.

They live in the same house, work in the same office, go everywhere together, and started school together. She had never seen Veron without Skye, and from their looks, she was pretty sure they were not brothers.

They had similar body build, but facially, they were worlds apart. Veron had ink-black hair and silver eyes, and sharp attractive facial features.

Skye had defined features too, but in her eyes, he was not even close to Veron. Also, his eyes were green, while his hair was blonde.

In the end, she stuck to her previous conclusion that they were good friends and also business associates. That sounded more reasonable.

"Well, I retrieved his jacket from the thief that stole it, and came to return it." She said, deciding to leave the message with him since she was sure Veron would get it.

While talking, she lifted the bag and extended it toward Skye, pulling his attention to it.

It took all he had to stop himself from scrunching his nose as the strong perfume coming from the bag assaulted his nostrils.

"A thief you say?" Skye moved his eyes from the bag, fixing it back on the bearer as one of his brows quirked up. As far as he remembered, none of Veron's property was stolen, so what was she talking about?