It had been quite hard to secure the same poison Mark had given Angela to use and when she finally laid her hands on it, she made her way instantly to Charles' house without being invited because she didn't want him to decline. She got to his home and was informed however that he wasn't around and she knew it would be the best opportunity. Angela walked to sit on a little sofa in front of another with a little table in between them. Then she dialed Charles' number and informed him that she was at his home and asked if he was around on purpose so he'd think she wasn't probably just arriving, and he had told her he was on his way. "Please get me wine, two glasses and some fruits. Charles is on his way." She called out to the maid, holding her bag securely and the maid immediately went to carry out her order. "Here it is, ma'am." She said, after getting the things Angela asked for. "Serve wine in both glasses. He should be here by now. I'll call him again." Angela said, picking up her phone and fumbling with it while watching the maid serve the wine. However, when the maid left, Angela didn't bother calling Charles. She immediately unclasped her bag and dipped her hand into it, zipping open a little pocket in it. Her head shot up constantly to be sure the maid wasn't anywhere near, and when she got her poison out, her trembling fingers made sure they didn't pour everything into the cup like the last time. Should anything happen to the poisoned drink again, she'd feel rest assured that she still had some in her bag. She stirred it with the fork meant for the fruits and made sure she didn't use the fork. Angela took in a deep breath and turned on the television so she could take her mind off the unnerving thing she had just done. And shortly, Charles returned. She swallowed her hastily chewed up apple and unlike the last time when it had been so hard to get him to drink, he actually picked it up himself and drank. Her eyes widened and she tried to conceal her shock and delight. "Well, I wanted to talk about a business." She said, as Charles leaned back in his sofa, loosening his tie. She knew she had to be out in thirty minutes because only then would the poison act. "What business?" Charles asked, and Angela moistened her lips trying to think of the perfect business to use as an excuse. "Uh… it's uh… I… wanted to start with hair products. I don't know if it would be a fast-moving business. Or, if you have another idea of a business that would be rather fast-paced, you can recommend it to me." Angela said, and she and Charles began to talk about a business that would never exist. When she was sure she had spent over fifteen minutes, she picked up her phone and pretended to be shocked. "Good heavens. Take a look at the time. You know what? We'll talk about this later. I really have to go." She pretended and got to her feet—knowing fully well that there wouldn't be a next time. Angela left and Charles ate the fruits, wishing she never returned. Why was she suddenly asking him about a business? She only wasted his time. Charles had an early dinner which was already prepared for him and went into the shower to wash off the stress of the day. However, in the shower, he suddenly felt an excruciating jab in his tummy. "Ah.." he exclaimed softly, bending over from the pain and just then, another hit him. "Damn!" He exclaimed, and immediately grabbed his bathrobe, heading out of the bathroom but he couldn't walk out of the bathroom, he fell out instead. "Agh!" He let out as the pains jabbed at him harder and more consistent. His breath came out fast as he tried to drag himself to his bed where he had kept his phone but with each move came the pain sharper and nastier. And then his vision began to blur. He called out for his maid but his call was hardly more than a whisper, and the loudest noise at the moment was his own head hitting the floor. ~ Vera cursed slowly under her breath at herself as she discovered she hadn't checked the files of the new employees they hired. She had been so occupied with work that she had forgotten all about it. She immediately wrapped up her evaluation of the reports of the progress of the new building which she had been working on so she could check the files of the newly-hired employees which were more important at the moment. Vera sipped chilled plum juice as she checked their background information and just when she was nodding at all the capable and great employees they seemed to have hired, she spotted one with a suspicious resume. "No, you don't get to go scot-free. What in the world is this?" She asked as she dialed James' number. He picked on the third ring and sure didn't even start with greetings. She went straight to the point. "I need you to run a quick background check on a certain somebody. Can you do that for me?" She asked, staring hard at the man's picture. "Sure. Who's it?" He asked. "I'll send it to you." She replied. When Vera got her reply from James, she smirked. She knew something had been fishy. He had actually been a runaway prisoner living under a different name and in one of his submissions, she had found an entirely different last name but even if he could change his name, he couldn't change his face. She dialed Charles' number to inform him urgently but Charles wasn't picking up. "Damn. You can't do this now." She muttered and threw her pen onto her desk. Vera picked a coat she had hung over another chair and eased into it as she made her way over to Charles house. She couldn't wait for Charles to pick his call when they had just discovered someone that could damage their whole reputation. When she got to Charles' house, she called for the maid instantly. "I need to see Charles immediately. Can you help me alert him that I have something important to say?" She asked politely and the maid nodded. "I'll be right back." She replied, and left but a minute later, the maid didn't return, it was her horrified scream that made its way over to Vera.