Chapter33:Sabastian

Time is a space, a continuous movement from past to present to future. For me right now it is a reality check of my recent past, a guilty promise of my coming future and a regretful reality of my current state. The woman in my bed next to me is that regret. A big one. Thoughts can become so real, if all we do is plant that little seed I think back to the evening before. "Sabastian Delroy, could say I am surprised to see you here but that would be a wasted lie now would it? Considering your father is the host." The black haired European beauty stares at me as she sips the Crystal in her manicured hands. I've stood here in this corner just off the right side of the fire place, watching the bustle of people charade around our entertainment Hall in their branded attire and false faces. My father and Hector Stone haven't left the table where they are currently seated. Which is not odd as the people in the circle would undoubtedly make contact with the two wealthiest men in this room