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 out the words, "And who is she?" Lina could hear the disdain and jealousy oozing from every syllable, and it made her skin crawl.
Despite the discomfort and unease coursing through her veins, Lina tried to keep her cool as Gibson stepped in to introduce her.
“She is with me, Cynthia,” he said.
But even as he spoke, Cynthia's expression grew more hostile, and Lina felt like she was drowning in a sea of anger and bitterness.
She looked to Gibson for support, but even he seemed taken aback by the force of Cynthia's animosity.
“Cynthia is my ex wife,” he said to Lina.
As he explained that Cynthia was his ex-wife, Lina could sense the tension in the air, thick and suffocating.
"Why would anyone divorce a man like you?" Lina said, her voice filled with admiration.
Cynthia's face turned red with anger as she glared at Gibson. Her heart was pounding with rage, and she couldn't bear the thought of him being with another woman.
Her feelings for him, which she thought had vanished, were resurfacing like a raging storm.
"I know why you're here," Cynthia snapped, her voice sharp and piercing. "You're here to try and win me back." Her eyes flickered with a mix of emotions, a combination of anger and hurt.
Gibson rolled his eyes, feeling exasperated. "That's not why I'm here, Cynthia. I'm here to have a good time." He said with a half smile.
Cynthia looked at Jonah, hoping for some support.
"Yeah, he's probably just trying to make me jealous, right?" She said, turning to Jonah.
"He probably hired this girl to escort him." Her tone was accusatory, and her eyes were blazing with fury.
Gibson felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest when his ex-wife spoke those words. It was as if she had plunged a knife deep into his soul, leaving him raw and bleeding.
His mind was racing, trying to process what she had just said. He felt hurt, insulted, and betrayed all at once.
"I didn't hire her," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "She's my friend."
But Jonah just laughed, a cruel sound that made Gibson's blood boil. "Yeah right," he sneered. "Like a guy like you could get a girl like her."
Gibson could feel his face growing hot with anger and embarrassment. He wanted to lash out, to tell Jonah exactly what he thought of him.
But he knew that would only make things worse. Instead, he stood there, feeling small and insignificant.
Jonah continued to taunt him, sizing him up from head to toe with a smirk on his face. "You wear cheap clothes, cheap shoes," he said, "and you don't belong here."
Gibson felt like he was about to explode. He couldn't believe that his ex-wife would allow someone to speak to him like this.
He had always thought of her as kind and gentle, but now he realized that he had been living in a fantasy world.
Everyone else at the party was dressed to the nines, wearing expensive dresses and tailored suits that had been custom-made by the best tailors in the country.
Gibson felt like he was the only one who didn't belong, the only one who was out of place.
Lina wasn’t happy with them.
How dare they speak ill of Gibson like that? He was a kind and caring man who deserved more respect than what these snobbish partygoers were giving him.
"Gibson is not what you guys think he is," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "He's a hardworking man who never complains and always has a smile on his face. I think you guys are mistaken."
But before Lina could say more, she was interrupted by Jonah, the snide comment dripping from his lips like venom. "You don't belong here, Gibson.
This party is for successful businessmen, not poor guys like you." Lina could see the sneer on Jonah's face and it made her sick to her stomach.
Cynthia, another partygoer, didn't want to say anything more to Gibson, but as she walked away with Jonah on her arm, she muttered,
"This party is for the business talent of the Fernandez family. You and your hired girl should recognize the reality."
Lina couldn't believe the audacity of these people. How could they be so blind to Gibson's worth?
Gibson looked at Lina with a bewildered expression. "The business talent of the Fernandez family?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion.
Lina smiled proudly, feeling a surge of satisfaction. "Yes, that's me. My family owns this party place," she said, her voice ringing with pride.
She could feel the other partygoers' eyes on her, watching her with admiration.
Gibson was surprised but also impressed. "That's amazing," he said, his eyes gleaming with admiration. Lina felt a flutter in her chest at the sight of Gibson's smile.
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
Cynthia sat slumped at her table, her shoulders drooping, and her head heavy in her hands. The room was silent, except for the sound of her deep, heavy sighs that filled the air. She couldn't believe that everything she had worked so hard for was now falling apart like a house of cards. It felt like her world was collapsing around her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.Cynthia felt a pang of disappointment as she whispered Jonah's name, her voice barely audible as she tried to keep it steady. She felt so overwhelmed that it was hard to keep her emotions in check. She let out another deep sigh and put her head back in her hands, feeling the weight of the situation crush down upon her. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, it actually got worse.Cynthia felt a lump form in her throat as she recalled the events of the day. She had been so sure that she was going to win that contract, but instead, she had lost it. She had poured her heart and soul into the
With his eyes locked on Jonah's face, Gibson couldn't help but notice the disdainful sneer that was etched onto Jonah's lips. As Jonah rolled his eyes with contempt, Gibson felt a pang of disappointment in the pit of his stomach. He knew all too well that Jonah held no respect for him, but he refused to let that deter him from helping his ex-wife Cynthia.Feeling the weight of the situation, Gibson took a deep breath before speaking. "Look, I had no idea that you were going to be removed from the business partner list. But I'm more than willing to assist you in any way I can," he said earnestly. Jonah's response was immediate and cutting."Who do you think you are, Gibson?" he spat, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so.Cynthia couldn't help but feel a surge of disappointment wash over her.She had always harbored doubts about Gibson's commitment to her business ventures, suspecting that he was more interested in spending her money than putting in the hard work that was nec
Cynthia's heart was filled with an array of emotions as she bowed her head in a gesture of gratitude towards Jonah. The warmth of his kind act was almost too much for her to bear. Her voice trembled as she expressed her sincere thanks to him, "Thank you so much, Jonah," she said, her words quivering with deep emotion. "I honestly don't know what I would have done without your help."Jonah was taken aback by Cynthia's show of gratitude. While he was pleased to be receiving those accolades, he knew deep down that he had nothing to do with how it all came about. Despite this, he tried to brush off her gratitude and responded hesitantly, "Uh, yeah, no problem. I'm glad I could help."Cynthia looked up at Jonah, and her eyes glistened with tears. She was grateful beyond words for Jonah's timely intervention, and she wanted him to know it. "You really came through for me when I needed it the most," she said, her voice choked with emotion. Her words were genuine, and the gratitude she f
Gibson turned to Lina and flashed her a grateful smile. "Thanks for letting me hang out with you today, Lina. I had a lot of fun."Lina returned the smile. "No problem, Gibson. I enjoyed it too. It was great catching up after all these years."“I’d be going away now, goodbye,” Gibson said as he turned started to walk away.“You know it’s already late so you don’t have to go Gibson, you can stay at my place for the night,” Lina pleaded. Gibson paused and turned back to Lina. "No Lina, you’ve already done a lot for me today. I don’t want to burden you anymore. It's getting late, and I have to be going."Lina furrowed her brow in thought. "Hmmm.”Gibson shook his head and waved her goodbye. Lina waved him off with a grin. "Just promise me you'll be safe, okay?"Gibson chuckled. "I will. Thanks again, Lina. Take care."With that, Gibson walked away with his head raised high, feeling the cool calm breeze of the night. Gibson's exhausted feet carried him through the bustling streets of
With an abrupt change in his facial expression, Gibson's countenance appeared to contort into a displeased grimace. His eyebrows furrowed and he fixed an intense glare upon the middle-aged man standing before him, who coincidentally happened to be the designated manager of the establishment. "Pardon me, sir," Gibson interjected in a clear and steady voice, "but based on the information provided to me, I was led to believe that this was an accommodation facility of the utmost caliber, boasting a seven-star rating, if I'm not mistaken. However, given the manner in which you are presently conducting yourself, I find myself compelled to question the validity of that initial assumption." In response to Gibson's measured rebuke, the manager issued him a contemptuous once-over, accompanied by a sneering remark intended to belittle him: "A guest? You appear to resemble more of a beggar than a patron in my estimation."The manager, feeling displeased and agitated, gestured vigorously towar
Gibson hadn't seen President Adams for quite some time, and his face lit up with a genuine smile as he caught sight of the esteemed President approaching him. President Adams, known for his respectful demeanor, made his way over to Gibson, acknowledging who he was and with a hint of remorse in his eyes."I must apologize for everything that just transpired young Master," President Adams sincerely stated, understanding the gravity of the situation. Gibson, although not taken aback by the President's unexpected apology, managed to compose himself and respond."Thank you, Mr. President," Gibson replied with a calm yet disappointed tone. "It's disheartening how people tend to judge solely based on appearances, without getting to know the person behind them."Meanwhile, the onlookers in the reception area were left in a state of shock, witnessing the President's unexpected interaction with Gibson. They had always held a preconceived notion that Gibson was someone to be disregarded, and th
The manager's eyes widened, fear coursing through his veins as he mustered the courage to speak. "Who... who are you?" His voice quivered with apprehension, his hands trembling involuntarily.Gibson, wearing a mischievous grin, leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "No need to be afraid, my dear manager. You won't be losing your job," he reassured, his voice laced with a comforting tone.A wave of relief washed over the manager, visible in the way his tense shoulders relaxed and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He had dodged a bullet and learned his lesson well, feeling grateful for the lifeline he had been thrown.Meanwhile, President Adams, his expression etched with remorse, stood before Gibson, his gaze filled with genuine regret. "I deeply apologize for what transpired," he uttered, his voice carrying a heavy weight of guilt.Gibson, his humility shining through, simply waved it off with a dismissive gesture. "No need for apologies, Mr. President. It's
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