Rachel had just finished her bath. The bathroom was warm and steamy, with white tiles on the walls and a small window letting in the soft morning light. Drops of water clung to her skin as she reached for her towel. By the sink, her phone lit up and made a soft chime.She noticed it right away. "Who...?" she muttered, slowly making her way to the phone and picking it up. Careful not to get it wet, she swiped open the screen. It showed a message from Paul.Rachel raised an eyebrow. Paul usually calls, not texts. Curious, she tapped on the message box.He wanted to tell her about something important.There was an address at the bottom of the screen. Rachel scoffed. Really? Shaking her head in disbelief, she dropped the phone.But she picked it up almost immediately. The address rang a bell. Wait a minute. That was a hotel! Her hands shook as she tried to figure out what Paul meant by his message. A proposal?No. Rachel shook her head. That was too fast. An invitation to dinner? Yes. Pr
The room warmed Rachel, taking some of her heat away and remaining just enough to make her feel flustered. The surprise had just been evident on Rachel's face because Paul asked.“What is it?”“This place isn't what I expected.”“Oh yeah? What did you expect?” Rachel had no reply to that.They walked to a quiet corner of the lobby, where a small table and two chairs waited. Rachel stood, still feeling a bit nervous, while Paul remained standing for a moment, watching her. He didn't offer her a chair.They both stared."I wanted to talk to you about something important," Paul said, finally sitting down. His tone was serious, but the amused look in his eyes remained.Rachel nodded, waiting for him to continue, her heart pounding in her chest. Paul didn't say anything for awhile. “Take your seat.” She offered, like this was her treat.Paul complied immediately, and Rachel was impressed by his composure. Swallowing her worries, she took the initiative.She raised her eyes, filled with
This had to be the most peaceful sleep Rachel had enjoyed since she saw Mr.Mcdave acting weird at the office. She had been having nightmares about him catching her spying on him and her frantic attempts to cover her tracks. But tonight, wrapped in the soft warmth of Paul’s couch, those nightmares seemed a world away.She drifted into a deep slumber, the gentle hum of the rain against the windows providing a soothing backdrop. The bed was really comfortable, with a fluffy blanket draped over her. Rachel felt a sense of safety here, something she always felt whenever she was with paul. Even with the storm raging outside, she was cocooned in a bubble of calm.Her dreams were free of Mr. Mcdave menacing glare and the stress that had been plaguing her. Instead, her mind wandered through peaceful scenes, where she explored fruity gardens, far from the annoying chaos of her waking work life.But just as she began to relax completely, her phone blared loudly from the nearby table, shatte
“you are. I don’t want you to think about it. Master Ethan won’t blame you.”“I have a feeling this is tied to a lot of crazy things happening in the office, especially with Jason breathing down our necks.”“I know. It might get worse from here.” Paul sighed, lost in his own thoughts, forgetting that a smart woman was sitting beside him, watching.Rachel couldn’t agree more. It was going to get worse. Many people were out for Master Ethan’s fame, position, and life.No one wanted to know what he endured to get to this point. It was actually disappointing.“I am here to keep you safe.”Rachel scoffed. “Don’t be so cheesy. Yes, I was employed by the old man to keep Master Ethan safe.”“Now I’ve added another to the list,” Paul said shamelessly, causing Rachel to blush furiously.No words were exchanged between them until they arrived at the office. It was when Rachel passed by the mirror that she realized what a mess she was. Her hair was frizzy, her clothes were rumpled, and her makeu
Rachel kept her demeanor calm, despite looking like a fish out of water. It took years of working with the old man to maintain her composure. She wasn’t threatened by the press. “No comment.”The microphone was shoved in her face instantly. “A controversy has been going around concerning this. Ethan Anderson is trying to cover up his crimes by initiating some office fire…”Anger flared in Rachel’s heart. “No comment.”The man was about to continue when he felt someone large behind him. Before he could say another word, Paul grabbed his collar from behind.“The lady says no comment,” Paul boomed, dropping the man.The man managed to land on his feet. He straightened his shirt indignantly. “I will ignore this assault.”Rachel scoffed. “Aren’t you from DN Media? You are the lowest and don’t work for any of the houses. Why are you here?”“My name is Bruce! And I will have you know that someone will…” He trailed off, realizing how stupid he sounded. Rachel had purposely changed the situat
Denera sighed heavily. It had been three days with no news from Gerald. She was restless from her wild imaginations of how things should be. But just as she was about to call him, her phone rang loudly. It was Jason. A false smile formed on her face, even though she knew Jason couldn’t see it. “Hey, dear brother. What's the occasion?” Her voice was quirky and kind, opposite to her stiff face. But her smile quickly faded as Jason spoke, telling her of the latest news.“A fire? What's your source?”Jason’s voice crackled with excitement. “Turn on the television.”With the same excitement that bubbled through Jason, Denera grabbed the television remote, switching it on. The television shimmered, showing a picture of Ethan, his multi-dollar company, and a picture of it burning.It gave off a charred vibe that confused Denera a bit. How could this happen? She continued on the phone, gushing. “How magnificent!” This had certainly lifted her mood.Jason continued on the other line. “One of
“A coincidence?” Denera hissed. Her voice was quiet, but filled with evil. “Those documents were crucial! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You’ve jeopardized everything!”“You think this is my fault? I didn’t start the fire Besides, those documents were supposed to be secure. Maybe you should have planned better.” Jason snapped back.As soon as those words left his mouth, Denera's rage boiled over the reserve. Her face turned red, and her ears elongated furiously as she gripped the phone tightly. “You incompetent fool! This was supposed to be simple. You have resources to get the project documents, cover our tracks, and move forward. Now we’re left scrambling! How will you ever be perfect, Jason, if you fail this one job?” She knew her brother's tendency to be perfect and used it against him.“Enough, Denera,” Jason growled. “Blaming each other won’t fix this. We need to salvage what we can and move forward.”Denera took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. “Fine. But t
Meanwhile, as soon as Gerald hung up the phone with Denera, a wicked smile spread across his face. He stopped drumming his fingers, leaning back in his chair to cackle softly. Denera didn't seem to carry the trait of her ancestors, as she was damn easy to manipulate. Or so he thought.Gerald’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. His assistant, a sharp-eyed man, stepped in nervously. “Sir, we’ve received some interesting intel from our source at the company.”Who knew Ethan's company would be filled with many spies from the other houses? This news had Gerald’s eyes gleaming with interest. “Go on.”The message was simple and short. “It seems there’s more to this fire than meets the eye. Ethan’s grip on his company is slipping.”Gerald’s smile dropped. “That's it?” Then he leaned forward with a much larger smile. “It would be hard for the project to continue. A lot of scandals are beginning to come in his name. “Excellent. Keep feeding me information. The more chaos there