The Rutherford Twins {Book One}

Chapter 37

Nancy's P.O.V

You know that moment where you are dumbfounded but you try so hard - like really hard to speak?

That's exactly what I'm going through.

Standing before me is Tory. Tory Eke. The one that left my house days ago.

"I'm sorry. I should have knocked..." He apologizes quickly, almost about closing the door.

I stand abruptly from the chair, trying to stop him from walking out that door. "Tory wait!"

He hesitates a little (and I'm saying this cause he physically clenches and unclenches his fists), before standing in place. "Yes, miss Nina... Or miss Nancy. Which one are you though?"

I don't like the way he's talking to me. Is he avoiding me? What did I do? Is he still hung up on what Adam said to him days ago?

I frown, not hiding how I feel. "Tory, you know who's talking to you. Why are you talking like this?"

"Uhm, last time I checked... There are two of your face on this Earth and-- did I mention you both look alike?" He asks sarcastically.

It's like he has successfully built a huge wall all these days he spent away from me. What on Earth did that Adam do/tell him that's making him act like this?

Where has Tory been living? He looks neat. He's on blue rugged crazy jeans - a stitch up crazy jean. He's on a white polo inscribed with the words: 'I'm the next big thing'. His facial hair is trimmed perfectly, his hair is cut low and neat... In fact, he looks like someone who wasn't practically, brutally dealt with by Katherine weeks ago.

Did he maybe hit the jackpot? Did he... lie to me about the whole Katherine stuff? Did he make it up just to get something from my house? I haven't taken note of any missing thing yet.. Was it all a scheme or am I making things up in my head like a lunatic?

I nod, feeling a little broken because of his tough demeanor. "I'm sorry for taking your time."

"Ah! Anthony... It's so nice to have you here once again!" Trump comes back to the office with another tall, caramel complexioned man. He's on black suit with a white shirt perfectly tucked inside. He looks exquisite.

Is he Tory's boss? - the Mr Anthony Tory said he got a job as a waiter from?

"Oh... I see you two have already met. I apologize for coming late, miss Nancy. Anthony and I were conversing about a few things in the hallway and we kind of got carried away that you and Mr Tory here would be waiting in the office." Trump explains to me.

I shake my head, offering a polite smile. "It's okay, Trump. I should be going now since you have visitors..."

"You're Nancy Rutherford? It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Anthony Gibson; but some people call me Gibbs for short." Anthony introduces himself, not giving Trump the chance to reply to what I said concerning my take on leave.

I extend my hand for a handshake. "The pleasure is mine. "

He gladly takes in my hand, offering a polite smile. "You know? Tory used to talk about you at some point... Never thought we'd meet here. Such a coincidence and a privilege." Anthony chuckles, sliding his hands into his pockets slickly.

Oh really?

I glance at Tory to see him blush lightly in shame at Anthony's words.

I compose myself, trying not to chuckle. "Wow... That's great. So what brings you here on this lovely Christmas day?" I ask, taking a seat majestically.