Gibson stood in front of the house, among blooming flowers and lush greenery. The scent of freshly cut grass and the melodious chirping of birds filled the air, creating a serene atmosphere around them.Gibson's life had been anything but easy. Concealing his true identity and hiding who he really was became a daily struggle. Yet, he maintained this facade, playing along, all for the sake of a long-term plan."You probably shouldn't treat me this way," Gibson pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation.Cynthia's eyes narrowed, her face contorted with anger. "Oh, now you're begging?" she retorted sharply. "But you just lied about tearing the check!"Gibson took a deep breath, his gaze steady. "Please don't misunderstand me," he implored. "I did tear the check and throw it at your brother, but that's not why I'm here."The tension between them hung heavy in the air, but Gibson pressed on. "I'm not here for your money or any material possessions. I came because deep within my heart, ever
Victor winced in agony as he lay on the ground, his broken arm causing him immense pain. Gibson, drenched in sweat, stood tall, resembling someone who had just completed a grueling workout. As the flashing lights of the police cars illuminated the scene, tension hung in the air."Hands up! Nobody make a move!" commanded one of the police officers, their voice authoritative and firm.Without hesitation, the officers swiftly closed in on Gibson, their steps purposeful and efficient. They wasted no time in restraining him, swiftly securing handcuffs around his wrists. Gibson remained motionless, his face betraying no emotion, a portrait of silent defiance.Helen, fueled by adrenaline, rushed out from the gathering crowd. She had been the one to alert the police, and now she needed to make her presence known. When asked by an officer about the caller's identity, she responded urgently, "It was me! I'm the one who called!"Meanwhile, Cynthia watched the unfolding scene with growing trepida
Gibson sat nervously on the hard, wooden bench in the dimly lit police station, his mind filled with a whirlwind of emotions as he reminisced on the chaotic series of events that had unfolded just moments ago. The room echoed with the distant sounds of bustling officers and muffled conversations, heightening his sense of regret and unease.Every detail of the encounter replayed in his mind like a broken record, each moment etched with vivid clarity. The vivid image of Cynthia's distressed face and tear-streaked cheeks haunted him, a painful reminder of the havoc he had unwittingly caused. Doubt gnawed at his conscience as he questioned whether his impulsive decision to show up at her house had been a grave mistake.As Gibson sank deeper into his thoughts, he realized that his actions had been driven by a desperate need to seek redemption, a fervent desire to clear his conscience before taking any further steps. The weight of his guilt bore heavily upon him, making it difficult to brea
President Adams was taken aback by the unexpected sight of Gibson, who stood behind the cold, unforgiving iron bars within the confines of the police precinct. As the President approached, he couldn't hide his astonishment and blurted out, "I am still very shocked to see you here, Gibson."With a hint of defiance in his eyes, Gibson held onto the iron bars, his gaze locked onto President Adams's face. He seemed unfazed by his current predicament and replied, his voice laced with a touch of sarcasm, "Hope Cynthia didn't catch a glimpse of you on your way here, just to make matters worse." He wanted reassurance that his unexpected appearance hadn't further complicated their already complicated situation.President Adams, realizing the gravity of the situation, sighed with relief. "I'm smarter than that, young master," he assured Gibson. "Rest assured, she didn't see me. I made sure of it." There was a glimmer of satisfaction in his voice, as if he had successfully executed a covert oper
Lina's voice carried a tinge of concern as she addressed Gibson, her words punctuating the air between them. The memory of their previous encounter at her business party lingered in her mind, the silence that followed their parting leaving her with unanswered questions. The anticipation of a phone call or any form of communication from Gibson had weighed on her thoughts, yet the silence remained unbroken.Seated in front of her apartment, the atmosphere held a palpable tension as they engaged in a long-awaited conversation. Gibson, breaking the silence, admitted, "It has been a long three days for me." His voice betrayed a hint of weariness, implying that the passage of time had been laden with challenges and introspection.A flicker of empathy danced in Lina's eyes as she acknowledged, "Well, it has also been a long three days for me too." The weight of unspoken words hung in the air, their shared experience weaving an unspoken bond between them.Curiosity sparked within Gibson, comp
Gibson's words carried a weight of secrecy as he shared the inner struggle he faced, confiding in Lina about the advice his mother had imparted. "My mom told me to never reveal who I was," he confessed, his voice laced with a mix of determination and trepidation. "I am trying my best, trust me."Lina's curiosity piqued as she sought to uncover the reasoning behind such a directive. Leaning in, she asked, "But did she give you any reason?"Gibson's gaze shifted, his thoughts drifting back to the wisdom imparted by his mother. "Yeah, she did," he replied, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "But when the time is right, I would reveal it. For now, I just need to get Cynthia back on my side without revealing who I actually am."A gentle understanding washed over Lina's features, realizing the delicate balance Gibson sought to achieve. She recognized the complexity of his situation, the need to navigate a precarious path that would ultimately lead to his desired outcome. With a nod of affir
Lina's words carried a gentle yet persistent insistence, urging Gibson to meet her family. The significance of the invitation was not lost on him, as he grappled with the unexpected revelation. "Well, you did not tell me I was going to meet your family," Gibson replied, his voice tinged with surprise, taking in the opulent surroundings of her family bar within their grand mansion.A soft smile curved Lina's lips as she gracefully responded, her words laced with a touch of playful amusement. "You were coming to my house. What did you expect?" Her gentle reminder seemed to imply that meeting her family was an inevitable part of their connection, a natural progression that had been implicit all along.Gibson's eyes widened slightly, the weight of the moment settling upon him. While he had entered her home with a degree of uncertainty, the prospect of meeting her family added a layer of significance to their relationship. The lavishness of the surroundings and Lina's inviting smile foster
The family dinner unfolded in a scene of sheer elegance and opulence, the dining hall adorned with lavish decor that exuded an air of grandeur. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a warm, soft glow over the room. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and ornate artwork, adding to the aura of refined sophistication.Lina gracefully took her seat beside Gibson, the polished wooden chair providing a comfortable respite. As her parents and siblings settled across from them, the table exuded a sense of unity and togetherness, an intimate gathering of loved ones.The dinner table itself was a masterpiece of fine craftsmanship. A pristine, embroidered tablecloth cascaded down, draping the surface with intricate patterns and delicate lacework. The silver cutlery gleamed under the gentle candlelight, a testament to the meticulous attention to detail.As the food was served, a symphony of flavors and aromas filled the air. Exquisite dishes adorned the table, meti
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
‘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
“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
Gibson left his office very early that night and decided to go out to dinner with a friend. It was something he always did when the day started to drag on and it was still relatively new for him. He wasn't used to working long hours and so he enjoyed being able to go out without any work in tow. Plus, his friend could be a bit of an eccentric and they had never gotten along too well but they also understood each other. And since his best friend was a journalist and his own editor, their friendship worked like a magnet.He went to his usual restaurant and picked a spot near the window because it looked out over a small garden. There were few people milling around outside and most lights inside were off. This made it easy for him to sit with his back against the wall and enjoy his meal before heading home. As he ate he saw two young ladies approach one another and start talking animatedly while giggling about whatever. He smiled to himself as he continued chewing, watching them with amu
Gibson's voice echoed through the office as he stared at his mother, a mix of surprise and confusion on his face. Colleagues turned to see what the commotion was about, creating an awkward silence. His mother, wearing a hesitant smile, approached him, breaking the tension in the air. "Surprise, dear. I thought I'd drop by and see where you spend your days," she said, trying to lighten the mood. Gibson, still processing the unexpected encounter, struggled to find words in the midst of the curious gazes around him.Gibson, still grappling with the shock, managed to stammer out a response, "I... What are you doing here, Mom? I didn't expect you to visit my workplace."His mother, a middle-aged woman with a warm demeanor, chuckled nervously. "Well, I wanted to surprise you, dear. Your father and I thought it would be nice to see where our hardworking son spends most of his time."Gibson's mind raced as he tried to comprehend the situation. He never imagined his mother would appear unannou
Gibson couldn’t feel his arms again as he had over used them at the his workplace earlier that day. He had tried to carry a huge amount of paperwork for his boss’s office when he had gotten home, but it had been too much, and had dropped everything. The paper had made little to no dent in his overall mass, so he’d put on a shirt to protect it from the cold of the night. When it started to rain while he was on his way back to the office, however, he had lost all hope of getting the papers back to his boss before the storm began. So here he was again. He sighed and walked around the corner of an apartment building with no door visible, trying to get some cover from the rain by leaning against one of its walls. It seemed like the right decision, however, as he could see that the entrance to the apartment building was only five feet away, so it was just about possible for him to get inside without the water being wet through. He pushed off from the wall and started walking towards the ent
“I want to speak to Gibson,” the light skinned lady said sternly as she entered the office, her voice low and dangerous. It was not a question, it was an order, and the man at the desk knew better than to disobey it. He quickly picked up his phone and dialed Gibson’s number. The woman waited impatiently as he tried to connect the two calls, and when that failed, she turned to face him expectantly. Her face was hard and determined and made her eyes look darker than they normally would. She had dark circles under her eyes that made them seem bruised. Her lips were pressed tightly together, her hands clasped behind her back. She looked like someone who was about to get her way, which was probably true. She stood there looking intimidating until Gibson answered his cell, “Yes? Is everything alright?” His voice sounded worried and confused, and the woman felt a pang of guilt for scaring him with what she had been going to say earlier. “Hi Gibson, it’s me. I just... need a little help to
Gibson read through the book he found on his office desk and grimaced at it. There was no reason to be upset about it, really, but he couldn’t help himself - he had been doing so well with this one! He had made a decent dent in his stack of files, he even had written half of what he needed for the article, which meant that he had to do something else soon! It wasn’t like him to let things drag out like this, but after last night - well, if there was anything that could get the better of him, it was stress, and stress sucked. He should have known better than to get distracted by that guy’s phone number, though! He didn’t deserve the chance, not when Gibson was just beginning to work his way up. But it was all gone now. He had forgotten the date, and he could barely remember any details from before he went home last night, and the only time he had remembered them was during the day. And then, well, then there were all those people who were still in his head - the ones who kept talking
Gibson was forced to sing along at his business tea party. The woman he was with was a big fan and the song seemed appropriate enough that she started humming it loudly as they talked about her latest book. He couldn’t help but be envious of this person, this girl who knew so many interesting things and had such an exciting life, yet he was stuck here in the boring office of a company that made no money. He wasn’t complaining though - the pay sucked ass and being alone in the room with his boss all day was probably worse - but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. The woman continued to hum and sing, which annoyed him even more, and eventually she looked up and smiled when she realized what she was doing. “Oh, sorry! I keep singing! I do this sometimes to help myself think. I have trouble not singing if I can't talk to someone. It helps my brain to get away from reality.” She paused for a second, seemingly lost in thought before she shook herself out of it. “Sorry you have to list