“Who is it?” Bianca asked with trembling voice“It's me Rose," Bianca's PA answered. She let out a sigh of relief and opened the door for her to come in, “I thought you were my crazy stalker"Rose laughed in the final realization of Bianca's initial shock. “Ma'am why would you say that?"“Well I just found this tucked under the door of this room" Bianca said as she used two fingers to hold up the small note in her hand “It seems like this person is a very huge fan who should be suspected at every turn"“Any luck finding the number?”“Bianca what's going on?” The voice from the phone called out, “Damion" she remembered Damion was still on the call, she rushed back to the vanity in alarm.“Hey, babe I'm really sorry, something totally strange has been happening for a few days now"Bianca said, not knowing where to start from with the explanation so it wouldn't sound absurd.“What has been happening?Are you ge
Wes ran into the room looking all sweaty and raggedy. At this point Damion realized that he hadn't heard Wes's taunt all day. He hadn't seen him all day.“Where are you coming from Mr. Smith," Lora asked and added, “not only are you late you missed the whole mentorship and grouping"“I'm sorry" he said proudly, he was the Smith heir and he expected Lora to be aware and treats him as someone important, but she acts like she doesn't know his background.“Well if you keep up like this Mr. Smith, I'm afraid your whole learning programme here will be in vain” Lora said as she moved to the ballot.“This won't repeat itself again ma'am” Wes said smirking and looking towards Damion's direction. Wes was more focus and Damion and couldn't wait for to see his surprised expression soon.“You reek of failure Wes,” Damion shouted from his corner. “good one” another person shouted. The whole room burst into laughter leaving Wes standing looking embarrassed. Wes was surprised at Damion's guts to tau
The call came from the Head of Department (HOD). He knew he was supposed to receive a call if what Damion was saying was true."Hello, old friend," Mr. Lance said warmly."Good day, Mr. Lance. I hope you're doing well?" the HOD responded."Yes, I am. Is everything going well over there?" Mr. Lance inquired."Well, Mr. Lance, concerning the newly recruited interns, there is one person who seems to require our attention the most," the HOD began.Mr. Lance turned to Damion and asked, "Yes, what about them?""I'm telling you this because Lance Hospital is your business, and this person happens to be your alleged charity case. Perhaps you could do something to vouch for him," the HOD explained."I'll need you to explain further because right now I'm not quite understanding you," Mr. Lance admitted."Mr. Lance, we received a letter from a lady the other day. She refused to reveal her identity," the HOD disclosed."Interesting," Mr. Lance said, expecting more information."The only informati
Two months into his internship at Lance Medical Hospital, Bianca decided to travel home. She had been so occupied with making reservations, and this impromptu break was the first chance she had to spend time with the love of her life. Initially, Bianca had thought about surprising Damion but decided against it.She phoned Damion to inform him. "Hey, I was thinking about coming to see you. Of course, I want to visit my parents too, but I also want to take a tour of the hospital while I'm there. I initially wanted to surprise you.""Sure, sweetie. I can't wait to see you. You have no idea how much I miss you. Now you've spoiled the fun because I won't be able to concentrate until I see you," he eagerly replied."I miss you too, love. Oh, and while I'm there..." Bianca paused for suspense. "I have something to tell you, and I would love your advice on it. I wanted to tell you the other day but couldn't.""Of course. I need to go attend to some patients now, sweetie. I will call you after
Throughout the agonizing days that Bianca spent fighting for her life in the hospital, her agency took swift action to shield her condition from the prying eyes of the paparazzi and the media. Recognizing the sensitive nature and the need for privacy, the organization devised a plan to safeguard Bianca's privacy and honor her family's wishes for discretion.Above all, the charity collaborated closely with Bianca's family and legal team to establish strict communication protocols. They ensured that information regarding Bianca's illness was only shared with authorized individuals. This involved maintaining a consistent message to prevent conflicting information from reaching the media and limiting the dissemination of updates to a select few trusted individuals within the organization.To further protect Bianca's privacy, the agency refrained from making any public statements regarding the accident and Bianca's health. Instead, they focused on providing support
The sunshine flooded through the windows of the busy modeling agency, giving a pleasant glow over the sleek, modern decor. Excitement buzzed in the air as Bianca strode through the doors, her confidence radiating like a beacon. It had been a challenging journey, but after weeks of rehabilitation, she was finally ready to reclaim her spotlight.As Bianca made her way through the crowded halls, she couldn't help but wonder at how much had changed since the disaster. Everywhere she turned, she saw her face splashed on billboards, magazine covers, and television screens, a monument to the agency's persistent devotion to her success. It was as if the entire world had taken note of her astonishing recovery, driving her to unprecedented heights of fame and money.But among the glitter and glamor, Bianca stayed grounded, her feet firmly planted on the ground as she prepared to enter back into the world of high fashion. With each casting call and photoshoot, she p
The rain drummed against the windows of Damion's office, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the usually immaculate room. He was seated at his desk, his forehead creased in concentration as he examined the documents scattered in front of him. They provided a glimpse of the truth, but the full picture remained elusive.A gentle tap on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Come in," Damion said wearily.Bella walked in, her face displaying worry. "Damion, you've been holed up in here for days. Have you even slept?"He shook his head. "I can't rest until I uncover the whole story."Bella's eyes scanned the mess of papers. "What have you discovered?"Damion leaned back, massaging his temples. "Enough to realize that our parents' deaths were not accidents. There's a trail leading to Lance Towers."Bella gasped, her hand covering her mouth. "But how? Grandfather would never...""I'm not sure he's involved," Damion interrupted, unsu
It was evening in the penthouse suite, the sun shone on it, bathing the spacious living room in a golden hue. Damion sat on the plush sofa, his fingers absentmindedly drumming against the armrest as he awaited Bianca's return.The sound of the front door opening snapped him out of his reverie, and he rose to his feet as Bianca entered, her expression unreadable."How did the meeting go?" Damion asked, his voice laced with curiosity and trepidation.Bianca remained silent for a moment, her gaze fixed on the floor as she gathered her thoughts. Finally, she looked up, her eyes brimming with a whirlwind of emotions."They want me to sign an exclusive contract," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Damion's brow furrowed. "That's... that's great news, isn't it? You've worked so hard for this opportunity."Bianca nodded slowly, but her expression remained troubled. "It is a fantastic opportunity, but there's a catch."Damion felt his heart sink, a sense of foreboding settling over hi