“Well, she just left without even saying goodbye. Two days ago, she came in here to submit her letter of resignation, which shocked us all. Then I went to see her at her house later in the day to know what was going on, but it was empty. She packed up and left. I tried to call her, but it said her number was disconnected,” Brianna explained, her voice tinged with worry.Amelia’s eyes widened in disbelief, the frown on her lips faded, and her mouth opened slightly in shock. Jason’s jaw clenched, and he exchanged a troubled look with Franklin, whose brow furrowed deeply. The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of what Brianna had told them sank in. Each of them felt a mix of shock and frustration, realising that Patricia’s sudden disappearance had thrown their search into chaos.But shock and frustration weren’t all that they felt. At the back of their minds, each of them was thinking that Kent had something to do with Patricia’s sudden disappearance.“Amelia? Are you there?”

As Jason walked to his car, the thoughts of his grandfather and mother that he tried to push out of his mind seemed to flood it. “Hey Connor,” he said to Connor, who was standing in front of Jason’s Mercedes, in a low tone, his exhaustion evident. “Good afternoon, boss,” Connor said. He knew exactly why Jason was like this, as he had listened to the conversation that he had with Timothy, and he planned to use Jason’s state to his advantage. He entered the driver's seat of the car and started it. Jason slumped into the passenger seat, his eyes distant as he stared out the window. The hum of the engine was the only sound in the car, a comforting monotony that drowned out the chaos of his thoughts. Connor glanced at him through the rearview mirror, calculating his approach. After five minutes of silence, Connor cleared his throat. “Pardon me if I’m being nosy, but you don’t seem good, Jason,” Connor began, his voice carefully neutral. “Is everything alright with my favourite execu

Late at night in Jason’s penthouse, as he was drifting off into sleep, the notification sound of his phone jolted him awake. Jason blinked against the darkness and fumbled for his phone on the nightstand. His fingers finally found the cool, smooth screen. He took the phone in his arms and turned it on, the bright light piercing through his grogginess, illuminating a new message from Timothy: “Good evening, Young Master, I apologise for sending this so late, but here is the contact information of the therapists.”Jason squinted his eyes to read the message. He tapped on it so he could see the full list of therapists and their contact information. There were three of them in total.As Jason stared at the list, he wondered if therapy was really the best way to unlock his past memories. Jason breathed deeply, and his mouth stretched out into a wide yawn. “I’m too tired to think of this right now,” he rasped, then tossed his phone on the bed, returning to sleep.The next morning, Jason w

Connor pulled the car over a few blocks away from the therapist’s office. On the side of the road where he pulled up, there was a young man who was wearing tattered clothes and had dark circles around his eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was just the kind of person that Connor needed.Connor rolled down the window of the car so that the young man could hear him say, “Hey, you.” The young man looked at Connor, then looked back, making sure that Connor was calling him and not someone else. “Me?” the young man asked.“Yes, you,” Connor said.Hesitantly, the man stepped closer to the car. “What’s up?” he asked. Getting a closer look at him and hearing his voice, Connor could tell that he couldn’t be older than twenty.“You don’t look too good, man,” Connor said, feigning concern.“Why do you care?” The man’s brow furrowed.Connor lifted his hand, which had two hundred dollar bills in it so that the young men could see it. “I bet I could help you.”The man’s eyes lit up, a

Twenty-four years ago, Chicago A young Adam Grey walked into the gates of the Goldman residence with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.One of the maids, who was watering the flowers outside, greeted Adam with a soft smile once she saw him. “Adam, what a lovely surprise.”Adam returned the smile. “Good morning, Silvia. Is anyone home?”“Mr. and Mrs. Goldman are out; the only one home is Miss Lauren, but she’s having a session with her therapist,” Silvia answered Adam.Adam furrowed his brow in confusion. “I thought that they only had sessions on Fridays. It’s Monday.”Silvia shrugged her shoulders. “It was an emergency. Miss Laura demanded that I call Dr. Smith immediately, then sent me out of the house to water the flowers, even though the gardener already did it this morning.” Silvia lowered her tone. “Between you and me, I think she’s spiralling, and I'm very worried about her. I know he’s your brother, but I blame Sebastian. His lack of affection is really lowering her self-estee