Isabella arrived at the Zinna Group, a prestigious real estate company. The modern glass facade glistened in the morning sun, reflecting the bustling cityscape around it. The company's name was elegantly etched on a polished bronze plaque beside the entrance, a symbol of its reputation in the real estate industry. As she pushed open the heavy glass doors, the interior of the building exuded an air of sophistication. A grand chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a warm and welcoming glow over the polished marble floors. The reception area was adorned with contemporary artwork and tasteful furnishings, creating an atmosphere of opulence and professionalism. Isabella's presence was met with nods and greetings from the diligent workers in the bustling reception area. She was a respected figure within the company, and her reputation as a successful real estate executive had earned her the admiration of her colleagues. She made her way to her office, which was a haven of refined ele
The room was abuzz with animated discussion as the team dove into the logistics of Isabella's proposed charitable component for the annual campaign. Ideas were exchanged, and the group explored how to seamlessly integrate the charity initiatives with the core business-focused activities.Isabella took charge of the conversation, providing guidance and encouraging innovative ideas. "Jasmine," she said, turning to her trusted assistant, "I want you to lead the team in finding the perfect location for our campaign. It should be accessible, well-suited for the lectures, and have the capacity to accommodate our charity efforts."Jasmine nodded, ready to take on the task. "Of course, ma'am. I'll start working on that right away." With a plan in place, Isabella wrapped up the meeting, her leadership and vision leaving a strong impression on the team. "Thank you all for your input," she said, "and for your commitment to making this campaign a success. We'll reconvene within the week to revie
Sebastian and Eleanor found themselves in a hushed conversation in the comfort of their home. Eleanor, her brows slightly furrowed, inquired, "So, what do I say when I call Ruben?"Sebastian, who was pondering the best approach, leaned forward, offering his advice. "I think you should keep it simple, Mum. Just tell him that you both should sit down and talk. Maybe even invite him over here."Eleanor considered this suggestion carefully, still uncertain about the potential implications. "Do you think it's a good idea, given what's happening with your sister?"Sebastian leaned back, sighing as he thought aloud, "Well, Mum, maybe we just call him for now and get his contact details. We can decide what to do next after we have a way to reach him." Eleanor nodded, feeling a sense of relief in Sebastian's practical approach. "You're right, dear. Let's start with that. We'll call him and see where it leads." Eleanor retrieved Ruben's business card from her purse in her room and descended th
As the boys continued to pass around the joint, their conversation veered toward the upcoming Friday night party. Shawn couldn't help but get excited, "Man, this party's gonna be off the charts. You heard about the girls who'll be there?" Rikki nodded, "Yeah, some real lookers, I heard. It's gonna be wild."Shawn's eyes lit up, "You got any alcohol in the house, Sebastian?" Sebastian didn't hesitate, "Of course, I do." He reached for his phone and dialed the household help. "Tes, we need some scotch. And hurry." Tes's voice quivered a bit, "Sir, Mama Eleanor specifically said not to touch the scotch."Sebastian's patience waned, "What the hell are you saying? Go get that bottle right now before I do something you won't like." With little choice, Tes reluctantly went to retrieve the scotch. Sebastian, still miffed, turned to his friends, "Can you believe that? She does have a fine ass, though." Shawn chuckled, "Take it easy, man. She is easy on the eyes. You thinking of making a move?"
Curiosity gnawing at them, JJ led the boys into his room, where he revealed a substantial stack of money hidden within his wardrobe. Their eyes widened in astonishment, and Shawn couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn! That's some weight you've got there, man." JJ nodded with a sly grin, "I know, right? And there's more to come if I can push this tonight."Rikki, concerned about the impending party, asked, "Tonight? We've got the party, man." JJ reassured them, "Yeah, I know. I'm going to push it at the party." The boys were taken aback by his audacity, but JJ continued, urging them to listen, "Look, I know you're all surprised, but trust me, I made 20k this week. I could make more." Rikki was intrigued, "What are you saying?"JJ leaned in, revealing his plan, "What I'm saying is, if you all want a piece of the action, I can get you a spot." Their eyes lit up with excitement, and Shawn couldn't help but inquire, "Who's your handler, JJ?" JJ locked eyes with them and revealed, "You know who
Eleanor, her eyes fixed on Ruben, leaned in, inquiring about his true intentions, "So, what really are your intentions for her? Because there's no way a man like you wouldn't want to be with her without any motive." Ruben met her gaze with sincerity, "Ma'am, I really like your daughter. She's beautiful, smart, and everything one would want in a woman. I want her to be my wife, and I promise you, I'll take care of her. But, I can't do all these if she's still married."Eleanor corrected him firmly, "Oh no, point of correction, she's not married." Ruben, taken aback, asked, "What?" Eleanor explained, "He's just bearing the husband title, but he's not her husband, and they will soon be divorced. The papers are already drawn." Ruben's surprise was evident as he said, "Oh, really?" Eleanor continued, her voice laced with determination, "Yes."Ruben then revealed his strategy, "Listen, ma'am. I love to go through the proper channels when doing things, especially when I want something. I kno
As Sebastian returned home, exhaustion etched across his face, he attempted to make his way to his room. However, his mother, Eleanor, intercepted him, her voice laced with concern and irritation, "Hey, hey, where do you think you're coming from, and where do you think you're going?" Sebastian, feeling weary and irked, replied, "Mum, can I just go in and save me the stress? I'm so tired."Eleanor pressed on, her patience wearing thin, "Tired of what exactly? Your joblessness?" Sebastian, sensing his mother's dissatisfaction, let out an exasperated sigh, "Okay, mum, if you have something to say, say it." Eleanor's eyes bore into him as she questioned, "My Scotch, what happened to it?" Sebastian, feeling the weight of his actions, promised, "I'll get you your Scotch back."Eleanor, still demanding answers, inquired, "How?" Sebastian turned and walked toward his room, his voice firm with determination, "I will." After his shower, Sebastian called on Tes to bring him some food. She prompt
Eleanor and Dora continued to exchange stories and relive some of their favorite memories. Their laughter echoed through the room as they reminisced about their long-standing friendship. Dora hailed from one of the most prestigious families in the LA area where wealthy elites resided. Her family owned numerous opulent properties in the city, establishing their status as prominent figures. Dora was known for her robust personality, and she always dressed extravagantly, adhering to the belief that "I have money, so I have to look my best." Her fashion choices reflected her affluent lifestyle and her desire to make a statement wherever she went. Dora, sipping her juice, leaned in and inquired, "So, how's that thing? Is he still living in your house? Because the last time I was here, he was."She was discreetly referring to Alex, who had once been a thorn in her side. Dora, ever vigilant about her social status and reputation, had distanced herself from the Sinclairs when Isabella marri