Charles watched Angela carefully. She was behaving strangely, although he couldn't pinpoint what it was that had her so restless. “How did I know it was wine? Wasn't it wine? I just thought wine would be effortless to poison because I also ate the fruits, so she couldn't have poisoned that.” She explained, staring at Charles with wild, unsettled eyes. “It might not have been wine. The doctors can't say, but they're guessing it was probably the food.” He told her, pushing off against the wall, and she nodded. “Oh, that's very true.” She replied, moving to go towards the door, and Charles followed her. “I just… I just hope you're okay now. I've checked on you, and… I guess I won't feel guilty anymore since I've finally come to check on you.” She continued, as she left Charles' house. “Why would you feel guilty?” “Why have you been attacking me with questions? Isn't it weird for you to get hurt, and I wouldn't even check on you? It's not like we're strangers or something.” She snapped, turning to face him, and he raised a brow. “Goodnight.” She added, and as she left, a smirk formed on her face. He wasn't suspecting her. She was still safe. Angela finally felt at rest. It was Charles' last night. So, he'd better sleep tight. Charles watched Angela leave. There was definitely something really unusual about her sudden visit to his house. Was she trying to ask for something, and was only being good, so later on, she could finally ask whatever she wanted without feeling guilty? She had better not ask him for anything because he didn't think he was going to be in the mood to tolerate her anytime soon. He locked the door, and went back into his house to get some sleep because Vera had told him he might have a quick, unplanned meeting with some big shot. Charles took a quick shower, changed into lighter clothes, and by the time he fell on his bed, he was completely exhausted. His last thoughts before sleep took him away were of the runaway criminal who had the guts to apply as an employee. ~ The next day came quickly, and it felt to Charles like he had only had a few minutes sleep. When he walked into the company, he headed straight for his office, as the new employees had been asked to gather in his waiting room for a one-on-one meeting. It had been done that way, so the criminal wouldn't get a heads-up when he alone was suddenly called into Charles' office. They couldn't afford him getting away once more, or even worse, harming someone in the process. The new employees all got to their feet, and bowed to Charles when he passed them by, and he threw a curt nod their way as a reply to their greeting. Before he got into his office, he gave a tiny nod to the female employee they had discussed the plan with, and she gave a broad smile in return. Charles settled down in his office, and waited. “Employee number One. Coming in.” The female employee announced, and the door opened. The runaway criminal walked in, and he indeed looked troubled. It seemed like he hadn't been getting enough sleep. He walked in, then bowed to Charles. “Have a seat, please.” Charles said, getting to his feet, and going around his table so he could sit on one of the luxurious white sofas that added to the beauty of his office. They both sat opposite each other, and Charles opened a file as he crossed his legs. “Alright. So, your name?” He asked, still staring at the file. “Diggory Thomas Montville.” He replied, and Charles looked at him. “Diggory Thomas Montville.” He repeated the words, rolling them over his tongue. “Why did you apply to work here?” He asked, and Diggory swallowed. “I have a feel for technology. I love all things that have to do with technology, so I think I'll be very helpful in your company.” Diggory replied, looking a little uncomfortable. “To work with technology, you ought to have a clear mind. Tell me, Mr. Montville. I take it that's your last name, right?" “Yes, Sir.” “So Mr. Montville, do you think you have the clear mind required to create new, and beautiful technology?” Charles questioned. “No trauma of some sort, past mistakes…” Diggory's eyes shifted restlessly in their sockets, and Charles knew he was probably thinking of the police, who would grab him at any opportunity they could find. “No trauma. I have a clean past. I'm just a normal man who…”“Sorry, I have to take this call.” Charles cut in, picking his call. “Do we make a move?” The person on the other end of the phone asked. “Yes, please.” Charles replied, and dropped his phone. “Yes, I'm listening.” “I'm just the average man with not much going on.” He replied, and Charles leaned back, examining the file like he was considering what Diggory had said. He flipped to the next page, and was tempted to look at his watch. He had asked them to stay nearby, and had expected them to be in his office in a minute. Just as soon as he had thought it, his door was pushed open, and three of them in casual wear came in. They were the cops Charles had planned the whole thing with, the previous night. Diggory bowed, acknowledging them, and still had an innocent look on his face, not until guns were pulled out. His head whipped towards Charles, staring at him like he had betrayed him, and Charles raised a brow. “What? I'm searching for a technologist, not a criminal.” Charles pointed out, dropping the file on the table, and getting to his feet. “I'll leave the rest to you then.” He replied, leaving, and Diggory, who had been caught off-guard, raised his hands in surrender, although his eyes were clearly searching around frantically for anything that could be used as a weapon. Only it was a futile attempt, since Charles had been so well-prepared to the extent that all razors, scissors, pens, and other things that could act as weapons had been cleared out. Charles left the office, and nodded to the female employee standing out the door who was already explaining to the other new employees that they were actually not needed, and were to leave. So, should there be a worst-case scenario, they wouldn't get hurt. Thereafter, Charles met with Vera, who began to brief him on his meeting. “So, Mr. Holmes flew in from Russia, and although he has little time, he wishes to meet with you. I know you also have little time, but I require you to know that this offer is really great. It should be nothing more than a half an hour meeting, so I tried to shift your schedules around a little. “It came really late because he didn't know he'd have such a strong desire to suddenly meet with you. He says his schedule is really packed, and if he doesn't do it now, it might not be possible later on.” Vera explained, and Charles nodded. “So, what's the deal?” He asked, turning to her, and she beamed, giving a wide smile. “He wants to make an investment. A considerable one, and would love to sign the contract today.” She replied, barely keeping her joy at bay, and Charles' mouth dropped. All in one day? It simply meant nothing was going to stop him from getting the contract signed. “I'll gladly meet him.” Charles replied, returning Vera's beam with a smile of his own.