149 The Starfish Refineries

Cole had warned his sister that she better tell him about her whereabouts before leaving. She had gone missing twice in succession and he had become extremely worried. "Next time you go missing without telling, I am going to put an advertisement for missing people in the newspaper!" he had threatened her. 

One day Cole was sitting with them, watching news. He was sitting on the carpet and looking at the TV while Dawn was lying on the couch with her head in Daryn's lap, who was also watching news. He had come home after a long day. There was not a news item when one of his company's was always talked about. Dawn was reading a magazine about golf. She really missed her golfing days. She let out a sigh. Daryn turned his gaze at her and said, "What happened dear?" 

She shook her head and kept the phone down. She looked at him and said, "I miss my golf. It has been so many months…" her voice trailed off. 

Daryn clenched his teeth. He remembered what he had promised to himself about her. "Which golf course did you used to play at?" he asked. 

"Duh?" she said. "At my father's, of course," she replied. 

He smiled and raked his hand through her silky hair. Sometimes he wondered how someone's hair would be so… silky. "I mean any other apart from there in Bainsburgh?" 

"No, I never had the time to play elsewhere. There were so many matches that I had to play all over the country," she replied reminiscing those days. 

Daryn traced his finger to her chin and asked, "You said that a werewolf bit you in your father's golf course. Do you suspect anyone?" 

She shook her head. "No… because I didn't know that werewolves even existed during that time." She let out a hollow laugh. 

"I would like to look into the details. Is it okay if I go with you over there?" 

"Daryn, do you think they would be having the security tapes of that area now? Besides, if I go there, the news would reach my family and I don't want to show myself so desperate." 

"Who was the person who would have got the maximum benefit with you out of the scene?" 

Dawn got up from his lap. She took a cushion and squeezed it in between her arms. "Too many of them—Helena, Jason, my Grandmother, my aunt and Bree Higgins." 

Daryn frowned. "Who is Bree Higgins?" 

Daryn nodded. "I would love to play a round of golf with you darling. I am a fantastic player and will you be willing to join me?" 

"I don't want to go to Wyatt's Golf Course," she pouted. 

"Why not? I have premium club membership there and I would like to use it." 

A smile appeared on Dawn's face. In her heart she longed to visit her old golf course. "Okay, if you insist." 

Daryn smiled and tousled her hair. 

Suddenly, Cole said loudly while pointing to the TV screen, "Look Dawn, that's our father's oil company." 

The news anchor announced, "The Starfish Refineries has been under government scanner for a long time. But no one had been able to establish the charges against it. However, today the company is into the mode of downsizing its employees saying that it is in accordance with keeping the current scenario whereby machines are used and dependence on human labor has reduced." 

Dawn narrowed her eyes. 

"Who handles it after your father?" Daryn asked, interjecting her thoughts, which were more of a fury, and he could feel her emotions. 

"I don't know," she said in a cold voice. "But I am sure that it is Helena." 

"Would you like me to buy it over?" he asked her with a lopsided smile. 

"No," she replied. She wanted to do the honor herself. How could she rob herself the pleasure of snatching it? The only problem was how could she go against such a giant? She gritted her teeth and then went upstairs to their bedroom. Daryn watched her walking out. He knew she needed the alone time, so he continued to watch the news. 

Ever since they had come back, the first thing Daryn did was to take her upstairs to his bedroom. Dawn's eyes were wide when she saw that his bedroom was the size of three bedrooms downstairs. The white marble floor was covered with a grey thick cushioned carpet in the center on which was a large bed, which could accommodate five people easily. On the left side there was an entire row of closets and an impressive white laminated study table with a swivel computer chair. On the right was a fiberglass, round swing held by a strong black iron chain from the ceiling. And the ceiling was slanted, made from oak wood with numerous small lamps installed over it. Every piece of fabric was either black or peach or white. She ran to check the bathroom and was mesmerized. The whole place was like a dream. This was way better than her own bedroom at her father's place. She had squealed like a baby. She had crashed on the mattress and allowed it to bob up and down, and Daryn laughed. 

Dawn had come to her bedroom upstairs. She switched on the computer and looked for the news on the oil company. It took her an hour to research and then she wrote an article for her blog, the title for which was, "Stay Away From Investing In The Starfish Refineries." She switched off the computer and went to take a long bath. Her mind went to the company's business. Why was the company suddenly downsizing the number of employees? She read a complaint with the labor department, which one of the employees had registered a year back on how he was made to work overtime yet he wasn't paid. 

When she came out, Daryn was already there in his pajamas. She brushed her hair and went to sleep next to him. He curled his hands around her, pulled her closer and said, "Father has fixed our wedding date. It is a month away." 

Dawn remembered that they had to have a wedding in the human world too. "I would love to marry you again," she whispered. "I wish I could bear your babies."

He smiled and kissed her hair. Mate. "You are my baby."