Reaching the last bus stop of Bluestone, Alex Waynee raced towards Molly's Cafeteria in a bid not be late for work.He didn't want any issues with Mr Chung for now.The Molly's Cafeteria stood as a center of attraction to workers, the doors are always opening revealing customers buying coffee of any type from cappuccino to what have you.The Molly's Cafeteria was a bustling hub of activity, its vibrant aura drawing in a stream of customers from the moment its doors swung open each morning. Nestled in the heart of Bluestone, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, enticing passersby and regulars alike.The exterior boasted large glass windows adorned with handwritten chalkboard menus showcasing an array of caffeinated delights—espressos, lattes, macchiatos, and a multitude of flavors that tempted even the most discerning coffee aficionados.Inside, the atmosphere was a harmonious blend of chatter and the comforting hum of the espresso machines. The décor exuded a r

Pacing around, Sandra Douglas couldn't believe what happened as her thoughts raced to Sandra Douglas, her heart pounding in disbelief, stood frozen in a whirlwind of emotions.The room, once aglow with celebration, felt suddenly suffocating, each pulse of applause echoing hollow in the wake of Mr. Louis's shocking retraction.Her mind raced like a storm, a torrent of thoughts colliding within her. Anger flickered like sparks in her eyes, momentarily overshadowed by the sheer disbelief at the injustice unfolding before her.She couldn't fathom the audacity of the situation—a recognition earned, cherished, then callously snatched away on the whim of a misplaced glance.The air crackled with tension as Sandra's breaths came in shallow gasps, her fists clenching in frustration. The room's opulence now seemed gaudy, the applause a mockery of the honor she had briefly held in her hands.Mr. Louis's words lingered in the air like a bitter aftertaste, ringing in her ears with a haunting reson

"Who is that calling you, Alex Waynee" Sandra Douglas asked. Her face etched with curiosity."It's no one important." Alex Waynee lied, trying hard not to make any eye contact with her."Well if it's no one important as you claim, prove it to me by picking up the call right here and right." Sandra Douglas voice is laced with a mix of curiosity and anxiety.Alex Waynee stared at her in bewilderment, immediately the implications of him picking up the call and exposing his Secret of being both the mystery CEO of Elvis Global Empire and the mystery rich fellow hung in the air.The air crackled with tension as Alex hesitated, caught between the pressing call from Eric Raymond and the delicate balance of secrecy he'd maintained. His mind raced, weighing the consequences of revealing his closely guarded identity.Sandra's gaze bore into him, a mix of curiosity and a hint of suspicion flickering in her eyes. The fleeting moment stretched into an eternity, the silence between them pregnant wit

Standing before the car were Sandra's parents, Mr Robert and Mrs Mary, they hadn't slept since they returned from the event where Mr Louis had embarrassed their daughter. Their faces were etched in anger and frustration.Pacing around the house was Mrs Mary, her heart throbbing fast as she walked over and over the freshly mowed lawn in front of the apartment.One could really see the frustration and pain etched across Mrs. Mary's usually serene face. Her steps were jagged, a stark contrast to the usual grace in her movements. Each pace mirrored the racing beat of her heart, echoing the turmoil within her.Meanwhile, Mr. Robert stood rigid, his usually genial countenance transformed into a mask of steely resolve, jaw clenched tight in anger.The weight of the night's events bore down on him, etching lines of tension upon his brow.Together, they formed a tableau of parental anguish, their shared worry for Sandra weaving an unspoken narrative of protectiveness and concern.The air aro

Staring askance at Alex Waynee, Sandra Douglas said," Alex Waynee I don't really like guessing things." Her voice was barely above whispers but laced emotions.Alex Waynee walked up to her,"Have you been crying?...What is wrong with you?" His voice was barely above whispers.He stared with emotions at Sandra's tear-streaked face, her eyes shimmering with unshed emotions that threatened to spill over at any moment.His concern deepened as he noticed the faint tremble in her voice, a delicate quiver that betrayed the turmoil within her. With a gentle touch, he brushed away a tear that clung to her cheek, his gaze softening as he searched her eyes for answers, his own reflecting a mixture of empathy and worry."It's really nothing Alex, I just remembered everything that happened yesternight and I just couldn't hold back my emotions." She said as she placed her head his perfectly chiseled chest.Patting her gently on her back, Alex Waynees said,"It's Okay…everything will get better somed