“Hi Gibbs! Have you seen Joseph? I've tried to get hold of him but he is ignoring my call!” She exclaimed, hurrying toward him.Jacob simply rolled his eyes. “Noticed. He has been acting strangely lately.” He replied, staring at his cellphone.Abby shrugged slightly. “Maybe he got a call and forgot to reply?” She suggested, wondering why the younger agent hadn't answered her message, although that couldn't have been it. They were both supposed to meet up together today and he clearly had no idea.“That doesn't seem like it. He said something about meeting me here at seven and yet he didn’t show up until nearly six thirty and we left the FBI Building at five forty five” he explained.Abby thought about what Jacob had said and made a mental note to ask Tim a
‘If I had been faster maybe he would still be alive’“Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me that he’s part of this?” she asked angrily.He could feel his throat tightening again. He hadn't realised how badly he needed to talk to someone but he couldn’t bring himself to tell Abby the truth. The more he talked about what had happened the more convinced he became that he should tell her. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how painful and difficult it might be. And besides, it would probably help her work things out. It would probably help everyone if Abby knew the whole story. He sighed deeply, knowing it was going to hurt her but hoping she'd listen anyway."I didn't want to scare you" he admitted softly.She shook her head violently, getting angry
Gibson sat beside his mother who came to drive him back from work. She was waiting for her husband when they got home from a long case which had taken up most of the afternoon. He’d finished at three and would be taking a nap. The day was hot but sunny, and he was glad that he didn’t have to stay in uniform. His dark brown suit and tie had seen better days, but he liked it well enough because it gave him a nice look, unlike other officers whose uniform made them feel like they were going to go postal. He felt relaxed as he sat in his truck with the AC blasting full blast. It was almost too hot out. Not that anything bad could happen to him, he knew there were a lot of things worse than being a policeman. In fact, the more dangerous jobs tended to fall into the hands of the very few people capable of doing the job right. They couldn’t afford someone else. That’s how it worked.His father worked undercover with some pretty scary looking characters. But that wasn’t unusual. People did
Gibson sat across from his mother-in-law, his heart racing as he tried to process her shocking demand. “Divorce?” he repeated, his voice trembling.“Yes, divorce,” the woman replied with an arrogant sneer. “I don’t think you’re good enough for my daughter.”Gibson took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. He knew his mother-in-law had never approved of him, but he had never expected her to demand a divorce. “May I ask who wants the divorce?” he asked calmly.“It doesn’t matter,” Helen, his mother-in-law replied dismissively. “All that matters is that I want it.”“With all due respect, I don’t think it’s that simple,” Gibson said firmly. “My wife and I have built a life together. We’ve been through a lot, and we love each other.”The mother-in-law scoffed. “Love? Don’t make me laugh. You and my daughter were struggling to make ends meet when you got married. But now, thanks to her hard work, she’s become the CEO of a top 10 company in the city. She can do much better than you
Gibson's heart was heavy as he gazed at Cynthia, the love of his life, sitting across from him with such coldness. He couldn't believe that this was how their marriage was ending, with a check on the table and no hope of reconciliation.He remembered the first time he met Cynthia, her smile had lit up the room and his heart. He had fallen deeply in love with her, and over the years, their love had grown stronger. But now, it all seemed like it was for nothing.As he picked up the check, he couldn't help but think about all the memories they had shared. The trips they had taken, the laughs they had shared, and the promises they had made to each other. It was all coming to an end.His mind was racing, trying to find the right words to say to Cynthia, but he couldn't find any. He felt like he had lost the ability to communicate with her, and that was the saddest part of it all.He glanced up at her, and her eyes were still fixed on her phone screen. It was like she didn't even care that
Gibson trudged down the deserted street, the cold wind whipping at his face as he struggled to keep his head hung low. The weight of the divorce was bearing down on him, leaving him feeling dejected and helpless, like a ship lost at sea. The sadness that had taken over his heart was churning in his stomach, making it hard for him to even take one step at a time.As he walked, his phone rang, and Gibson glanced at the caller ID, seeing it was a number he didn't recognize. With a heavy sigh, he answered the call, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion."Hello?" he said, barely above a whisper."Young master, it's President Adams," a deep voice replied, cutting through the silence like a knife. Gibson was immediately reminded of the immense responsibility that he carried on his shoulders.He smiled as he heard the respectful title Adams called him. His face lit up as he answered the call. "Hello, President Adams," Gibson replied.“Should the new contract be sent to Toluene company?
As they made their way to the party, the atmosphere around them was vibrant and alive. Gibson and Lina were chatting, laughing and discussing. Lina was eager to introduce Gibson to her friends, hoping he would get along with them. But as they got closer to the gate, Gibson's heart sank when he saw Cynthia standing there, arms crossed, with a tall and handsome man by her side.Cynthia's face contorted with anger as she spotted Gibson approaching. "What are you doing here, Gibson?" she sneered, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.Gibson felt his stomach drop, the last thing he wanted was to have a confrontation with his ex-wife. Trying his best to remain calm, he responded, "I was invited by a friend.”Cynthia's eyes narrowed into a fierce glare, and Lina could practically feel the heat emanating from them. The intensity of her stare was suffocating, and Lina could feel her heart racing as she struggled to maintain her composure.The venom in Cynthia's voice was palpable as she spat ou
Cynthia had been counting down the days to this party, feeling her excitement build with every passing moment. She had always been a massive admirer of the Fernandez family's business prowess and couldn't wait to meet them in person. As she made her way towards the venue, her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her throat. She was nervous, more nervous than she had ever been in her entire life. She tried to shake off her anxiety, telling herself that everything would be fine.But as soon as she entered the party, her fears evaporated like dewdrops in the morning sun. The atmosphere was electric, with the air buzzing with laughter and conversation. Cynthia spotted a group of people gathered in a corner, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized that they were some of the top business moguls in the country. She couldn't believe that she was actually in the same room as them. She could feel her palms becoming clammy, her heart beating faster than ever before.Summ