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
As the dinner drew to a close, an air of cautious peace settled over the room, attributed to Gibson's discernment in sidestepping any potential conflicts with Lina's parents. Their collective restraint had ensured that the evening had not devolved into a quarrel, preserving the harmony that had prevailed throughout the meal.Lina's father, mindful of Gibson's presence, acknowledged his role as a guest within their abode. With a hint of authority, he addressed Gibson, his words tinged with a subtle reminder of expectations. "The servants will take care of you properly while you are here. Please just make sure you remain law-abiding and don't spoil anything in the house," he declared, his voice carrying an undercurrent of caution.Gibson, though internally stung by the implication that he needed such reminders, summoned his composure and chose to respond with grace. His calm demeanor masked the insult that had momentarily pricked his pride. With measured restraint, he replied, "I have h
Gibson awoke early the next morning, his gaze drifting towards Lina's peaceful form lying beside him, lost in slumber. He couldn't help but admire her serene beauty, a sight that had captivated him countless times before. Yet, as he studied her delicate features, an unexpected pang of regret washed over him, clouding his thoughts.The weight of his actions settled upon him, as if a veil of guilt descended upon his conscience. Self-doubt crept in, whispering doubts and casting shadows on the vulnerability they had shared. "I shouldn't have done this. This was a mistake," Gibson muttered to himself, the remorse evident in his tone.Swiftly, he moved to gather his clothes, the urgency in his movements betraying his inner turmoil. His determination to distance himself from the situation and escape the twinges of regret fueled his haste. Gibson made his way towards the door, his mind consumed by the desire to put distance between them and reclaim a sense of clarity.However, just as Gibson
Gibson settled into the plush first-row seats, eagerly anticipating the commencement of the much-awaited football match, which was set to kick off in just one hour's time. Positioned in the VIP area, he relished the privileged view that allowed him to immerse himself fully in the vibrant atmosphere of the stadium.The football setting unfolded before Gibson's eyes, captivating his senses with its electrifying energy and palpable anticipation. The stands enveloped the field, a sea of colors as fans adorned in team jerseys and scarves waved flags and banners, proudly displaying their allegiance. The air crackled with the unmistakable buzz of excitement, mingled with chants, songs, and passionate cheers.The football pitch, meticulously groomed, lay at th
As Gibson observed the unfolding events, a profound sadness settled within him. The way his ex-wife treated him, as though he were nothing more than a disposable object, stung deeply. The judgment was clear in her eyes, fueled by the perception that he had no wealth or financial stability.With a heavy heart, Gibson remained seated, silently bearing witness to the unfolding scene. His eyes followed the security personnel as they approached him, their arrival prompted by Cynthia and Jonah's call for his removal. The weight of their words echoed in his mind as he braced himself for the encounter."This young man right here is not supposed to be here," the security personnel asserted, their words laden with assumptions and prejudice. They reinforced the false notion that Gibson was deemed unworthy of occupying such a space, insinuating that his financial status precluded him from affording the privileges that the VIP area offered.In that moment, Gibson felt a mix of emotions swirl withi
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