Gabriel appreciated Aliyah's offer, even though he understood her underlying motives. "Thank you, sister-in-law," he said graciously.Aliyah waved off his thanks with a smile. "Oh, don’t mention it. I'm sure those bags of clothes are heavy for you, so I don't mind helping you take some home."Gabriel smiled, declining her offer with equal grace. "Thank you, Aliyah. That would be really helpful, but it's not necessary, you know."Aliyah chuckled at his response, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Of course, but I'm always here to lend a hand," she replied, glancing at her friends again with a knowing look.Jessie chimed in, teasing her aunt playfully. "Auntie, are you sure you're not expecting anything in return for your kindness?"Aliyah laughed, impressed by her niece's perceptiveness. "Well, sweetie, I just like helping people out, regardless of what I get in return," she said with a grin."Don't worry, Aliyah. I will manage," Gabriel assured her, appreciating her offer but determi
After Gabriel returned home, he went to the kitchen to make a meal. When he was done, asked Camella to eat the dish he prepared, she inexplicably got angry at him.“Don't touch me let alone talk to me, Gabriel!”Gabriel's heart sank as Camella's unexpected outburst washed over him like a sudden storm. "What's wrong, Camella?" he asked, his voice tinged with confusion.Camella's anger flared, her words laced with frustration. "Why did you waste time going shopping?" she snapped, her tone sharp.Gabriel's brows furrowed in bewilderment. "I did it for Jessie," he explained patiently, hoping to ease the tension between them. He looked around for their daughter and attempted to call her but Camella's anger only seemed to escalate as she cut him off. "Well, while you were busy in the kitchen, Aliyah and Fredrick came by and took her," she spat, her words cutting through the air like a knife.Gabriel's heart clenched at the mention of Fredrick's name, his frustration mounting. "You shouldn't
Gabriel didn't say anything much and decided to go to Baigh company the following day. When he got there, he overheard some persons in the company gossiping about his wife, Camella having an improper relationship with their general manager.Gabriel's heart sank as he listened to the whispers, feeling a surge of anger and disbelief wash over him. He clenched his fists, struggling to process the shocking revelation about his wife.Gathering his composure, Gabriel approached the group, his jaw set with determination. "Excuse me," he interjected, his voice firm and steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "Is there a problem here?"The group fell silent, their eyes widening in surprise at Gabriel's unexpected interruption. One of them, a young woman with a guilty expression, cleared her throat nervously. "Uh, no, sir," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were just... discussing some work-related matters."Gabriel fixed them with a penetrating gaze, his suspicion evid
When Gabriel was making his exit out of the company’s building, he halted in his tracks as he collided with Camella in the foyer, their unexpected encounter sparking an immediate tension between them. Before he could even utter a word, Camella's accusatory tone cut through the air."Why are you following me?" she demanded, her eyes flashing with frustration.Gabriel shook his head, his own irritation mounting. "I'm not following you, Camella," he countered, his voice firm but tinged with exasperation. "I have my own matters to attend to."Camella's expression hardened, her words laced with bitterness. "Well, maybe if you tried to find a better job instead of lingering around here, things would be different," she retorted, her tone dripping with disdain.Gabriel's jaw clenched at her words, his patience wearing thin. "I have been trying," he shot back, his voice tinged with feigned frustration. "But it's not as easy as you think."Their argument escalated, each word adding fuel to the
Camella's patience wore thin as he continued to make unwelcome advances, his hand lingering on hers with an uncomfortable familiarity. She attempted to pull away, but his grip tightened, trapping her in his unwelcome embrace."Listen, I'm not interested," she stated firmly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. "I'm here to discuss business, nothing more."The client's smug smile faltered slightly at her rejection, but he quickly recovered, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. "Come on, Camella," he persisted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "You know you want this. And trust me, I can make it worth your while."Camella's resolve hardened as she met his gaze with steely determination. "I said no," she reiterated, her voice firm and unwavering. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend to.""I'm your work, woman. You just need to please me and you’ll get my favor.”Camella scoffed. “You're unbelievable." With that, she pulled her hand free from his grasp and rose fro
With a stern voice, the CEO inquired, “Hope everything is going well with the cooperation with the woman. You shouldn't upset her, okay?" The client's face drained of color as he listened to the CEO's blistering reprimand, his heart sinking with each word. "I-I understand, sir," he stammered, his voice trembling with fear.The CEO's voice crackled with authority through the phone, his tone unwavering as he issued his orders. "You will cease all harassment of Camella immediately," he commanded, his words leaving no room for argument. “You should finalize the cooperation with her. I hope you've not done anything absurd?”The client was speechless as he recalled harassing Camella. Sensing the client's hesitation, the CEO's tone turned steely. "And I expect you to rectify every wrong you've committed," he continued, his voice brooking no dissent. "Failure to do so will result in severe consequences for your position within the company."The client swallowed hard, the weight of the CEO's
Camella blinked in surprise at the client's unexpected question, momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. "Um, sorry, what do you mean?" she asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.The client hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Well, I was just wondering if you had any connections to someone influential," he explained vaguely, a hint of hesitation in his voice.Camella's confusion deepened, unsure of where the client was going with his question. "I'm not sure I understand," she admitted, her tone wary.The client sighed, realizing he needed to be more direct. "I apologize if I'm being too forward, but I've heard rumors about certain connections you may have," he confessed, his gaze searching hers for any hint of recognition.Camella's eyes narrowed, a flicker of suspicion crossing her features. "I'm not sure what rumors you're referring to," she replied cautiously, her mind racing with questions.The client shifted uncomfortably, suddenly regretting his decis
As Camella made her way through the bustling corridors of the company, the whispers of her success followed her like a shadow. The news of her sealing the massive deal spread through the office like wildfire, igniting flames of jealousy among her peers.As she headed to her next meeting, Camella couldn't help but overhear the hushed conversation of two colleagues, a male and a female, who were standing just around the corner."I heard Camella closed that big deal with the client today," the male colleague whispered to the female, a tinge of envy evident in his voice."Yeah, I can't believe it. How did she manage to pull it off?" the female colleague responded, her tone tinged with skepticism."I don't know, but it's definitely raising eyebrows around here," the male colleague replied, his voice filled with intrigue.Camella paused for a moment, feeling a pang of discomfort at the thought of being the subject of their gossip. However, she brushed it off and continued on her way, determ