A week later, Cainan visits the company. He hadn’t come to work in the last week and he wanted to know how things have been in his absence. He admits he misses work, but he knows he needs this time off as he wouldn’t function properly at work if he was to have turned up this past week.
Seth, the manager and the frontman, who has been in charge of running the affairs of the company in his absence, is busy in his office when Cainan walks in and immediately he sees him. He gets up from his seat and walks toward him.
“Mr Inferno,” he smiles even as he walks towards him and extends his hand for a shake, “So nice for you to come. Are you done with your relief break?”
Cainan receives his hand and shakes it, “I’m close to it, I’ll keep you posted and you’ll be the first to know when I’m coming back, but for now, nice work with the company, I’ve heard some pretty great things from mom and others.”
“I’m flattered, but thanks.” Death has been diligent and upfront with his post as an acting Chief executive officer and work has run smoothly as if Cainan was present even though he wasn’t.
“You’re welcome.” he lets his hand go and stuffs them into his pockets. “What about Mr Ola? Did he turn up for work?” He curiously inquired.
“He did. He’s in his office. Should I dial him over?” Seth asks, already about to take a step.
Cainan shakes his head, “No, I’ll meet him myself.” With that, he sees himself out of the room. He makes his way over to Shawn’s office and just as Seth said, he was in his office, working on his computer.
As soon as Shawn sees Cainan, he gets up from his seat, nervousness and fear written all over him, a look Cainan doesn’t seem to like so well. “Good morning, Mr Inferno,” his voice is a little rough and a little lower than usual, and Cainan wonders if he’s okay.
“Morning, Mr Ola, how’s everything going with you?” He steps further into the office, stopping only when he stood before the desk. 
“Good, sir,” he replies, although Cainan sees the opposite.
The both of them were silent for a while with none of them wanting to refer to the happenings of last week, although they both knew they had to if they expect to have an awkward free conversion. Biting around and ignoring the obvious will help no one.
Cainan grinds his teeth even as his jaw tightens, “I’m sorry about what happened last week, Shawn, I crossed a line and yes I’ve always wanted to end what you two had but it wasn’t because I wanted to hurt you, it was because I wanted to hurt her. I realised you loved her and would never leave her, and I had to let it go. I never planned to fall in love with Neriah. It was never part, nor was it a grand plan of mine! Because the last thing I want is having a complicated love life again.” His voice thickens when he says the word again, and Shawn knows what he means.
“I know, and I’m sorry for what I did and said last week. A lot of them were hurtful and mean. I was angry and insecure and childish and I’m sorry.” He says with honesty in his voice.
Cainan smiles genuinely and nods for an accepted apology, “So we are good?”
Shawn smiles as well and nods, “Yeah we are.”
“Good,” he walks away.
“Someone came looking for you last week, some Doctor Mike? He said it was important,” Shawn speaks up, making Cainan pause in his movement.
Cainan’s face goes pale in an instant and he turns to Shawn to ask, “That all he said?”
“Yeah, why? Something wrong?”
“I hope not,” he brings his phone out and checks his email there’s an unread email from Doctor Mike and he drops it into his pocket, “I’ve got to go now.”
Coming out to the parking lot, he approaches his car, only to see Samantha standing beside his car. She looks elegant as always, in her skinny high waist blue jean and a red crop blouse, beautiful he has to admit, but the reason for her coming seems to have him much on the alert to get distracted by her good looks. He hadn’t seen her in two weeks since their breakup and he thought she was moving on because when they both broke up; he expected a lot more drama. After all, that was her signature, but he got none and the quietness that followed was also unexpected. He knew she wasn’t done. He knew she would come back to cause more havoc because that was who she was, and it was only a matter of time. 
“What do you want?” 
She twirls her beautiful blonde hair around her fingers. “Not the right way to treat an old friend,” she points out, strolling magnetically towards him, the ray of the sun dancing on her dark skin, making it glow.
“We were never friends,” he corrects before asking again, this time harder “what do you want?!”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to see you? Or that I missed you?”
He unlocks his car and walks to the door. When she follows him behind, he stops and turns around. “How did you know I was going to be here? Are you still following me?”
She too stops moving, but laughs nervously, “Don’t be absurd, you’re not the centre of my world, Cainan, even though you like to think that.” She takes another bold step towards him, “I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry for every wrong thing I’ve done to you and that I wish you well,” she closes the space between them and kisses his lips catching him off guard and as his hands leave his pockets and try to push her off, she slips a chip into his it.
“Never do that again, or you won’t like the side of me you’ll see.” He says before entering his car and driving off.
He drives straight to the hospital, and he hurries inside. He has one thing in mind as he enters, which is finding doctor mike and having him explain what’s going on with him.
He knows whatever the doctor is going to say has something to do with Neriah and a part of him feels it might not be good news. As he approaches his office, he hears his name, and he turns around.
“Mr Inferno, thank God you’re here,” Doctor Mike, one expert on Neriah’s cancer treatment calls to him even as he approaches him, “we’ve tried to reach you all week, but you were not at the office nor was your phone going through, we left you tons of email, but I’m not sure you’ve opened your email either.”
The man in his late fifties doesn’t look to have a negative expression on his face, but his words negatively weigh on Cainan, just like he had initially feared. Maybe he shouldn’t have distanced himself, maybe he should have kept in touch, but what’s done is done.
“Yeah, I had a personal crisis. What’s wrong?” Cainan demands with a stress-filled look.
“Please come to my office so we can properly have this discussion.” He suggests and walks away from Cainan, giving him no choice but to follow behind.
Cainan silently follows him into his office and closes the door. Mike takes his seat and urges Cainan to do likewise, but Cainan shakes his head. “I’m good standing, thanks. What’s happening? Why have you been trying to reach me all week?”
“Remember when you brought the cancer patient—”
“Neriah,” he corrects instantly, not liking the fact that he referred to Neriah as a cancer patient.
Surprised, the doctor asks, “What?”
“Her name is not ‘the cancer patient’, it’s Neriah Gomez,” he corrects with a scowl on his face.
“Yeah, Miss Neriah Gomez, the chances of survival were thirty per cent, but we assured you we’ll do our possible best?” He pulls out a file and opens it and in it are two charts with some sort of graph and places them on his desk before speaking and pointing to the first.
He nods. “What are you getting at, Dr Mike?”
He points to the seconds which looks slightly different, “Her chances of survival dropped to ten per cent and this happened in this past week.” 
Cainan runs a quick finger through his hair before running his hands down his face. “How did that happen?”
Mike nods and brings out her medical report file, “I too am confused, but we believe with the numbers of tests running that her body isn’t cooperating with the treatments, which is why it’s rejected the treatment given this past week.”
“How long does she have then?” He asks, even as he paces the room uncontrollably.
“A month at most,” he replies, before pushing the files towards Cainan and nodding for him to look.
He shakes his head, “I can’t, I’ve got to go.”
“Since you brought her in and have shouldered all expenses for the last three weeks, we gave you the news first. Our team of experts are going to break the news to her now that you already know.”
“Don’t do that, please don’t. Give me some time and I’ll tell her myself.”
The doctor narrows her eyes at him. “Are you sure? This news sometimes is difficult to break, especially if you care about that person.”
“No, I’ll tell her, just let me.”