Fredrick's heart sank as he felt the weight of Nora and Aliyah's accusatory stares. They had overheard his phone conversation with his father. He braced himself for their wrath, knowing he had inadvertently caused their anger.Nora's voice sliced through the tension like a knife. "How could you, Fredrick?" she cried out, her eyes flashing with indignation.Fredrick held up his hands in a gesture of defense. "Wait, let me explain, Aunt Nora," he pleaded, hoping to quell their anger before it escalated further. But his words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Aliyah's glare intensified.Aliyah crossed her arms over her chest, her expression cold and unforgiving. "Explain what, Fredrick?" she retorted, her voice dripping with disdain. "That you were scheming behind our backs?"Fredrick felt a pang of guilt as he realized the extent of their disappointment in him. "No, it's not like that," he insisted, desperation creeping into his voice. "I was just... trying to handle things my way."Nora s
Camella got home and proceeded to make dinner for her and her family. As she stirred the simmering pot on the stove, Jessie bounced into the kitchen, her face beaming with excitement. "Mom, guess what?" she exclaimed, tugging at Camella's apron.Camella turned to her daughter, a smile playing on her lips. "What is it, sweetie?" she asked, setting down the wooden spoon."Daddy took me to the park today, and we played tag, and he even pushed me on the swings!" Jessie exclaimed, her eyes shining with happiness.Camella's heart swelled with pride and gratitude as she listened to Jessie's recount of her day with Gabriel. "That sounds like so much fun, sweetheart," she said, reaching out to ruffle Jessie's hair affectionately.Just then, Gabriel walked into the kitchen, his expression softening as he saw Jessie's excitement. "Hey, champ," he said, his voice gentle. "How was your day?"Jessie's face lit up even more at her father's attention. "It was awesome, Dad! Mom is making the best dinn
The following day, Gabriel strode purposefully through the corridors of the company, his eyes scanning his surroundings. Spotting a briefcase left unattended, he approached it cautiously, mindful of the security risks."Excuse me," he called out to a nearby security guard, motioning towards the briefcase. "Could you please take this to the security room? It seems out of place here."The security guard turned to him with a dismissive glare, his posture radiating arrogance. "Why should I listen to you? Who do you think you are, giving me orders?"Gabriel's jaw tightened with frustration, but he kept his tone even. "I'm simply concerned about the security of this building. Isn't that your job as a security guard?"The guard scoffed, his arrogance swelling. "I don't take orders from anyone, especially not from someone like you," he retorted, casting a derisive glance at Gabriel. "Your wife may work here, but that doesn't give you any authority over me."Gabriel's patience wore thin at the
Gabriel sent a message to the general manager as he reached the security room, asking to meet him soon. Then he entered the room after tucking his phone in his pocket. “Oh, look who's here to beg to get his job," the security man jabbed upon sighting Gabriel. Gabriel's gaze hardened as he met the head of security's mocking tone with a steely glare, refusing to let the man get under his skin. "I'm not here for my old job," he replied evenly, his voice laced with authority. "I have a meeting with the general manager." The head of security scoffed, his expression dripping with disdain. "Oh, look who's suddenly important," he sneered. "What, did you come back to beg for alms then?" Gabriel's jaw clenched at the insinuation, but he maintained his composure. "I'm here on official business," he stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument. "And as the head of security, you should show some respect." The head of security bristled at Gabriel's words, his pride wounded. "And what's that s
Gabriel's eyes flashed with indignation at the baseless accusation hurled his way. "I'm not a thief," he retorted firmly, his blood boiling. "I found the briefcase and brought it here out of concern for the security of the premises. That's it." The man sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. "Oh, spare me your excuses," he scoffed, his words laced with bitterness. "You're just trying to cover your tracks now that you've been caught red-handed." Gabriel tilted his head, smirking as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of the unjust accusations. "I have nothing to hide," he declared, his voice firm and unwavering. "If you want to search me, go ahead. But I assure you, you won't find anything incriminating." The man's expression twisted into a scowl as he studied Gabriel, his suspicion evident. "I'll be the judge of that," he muttered darkly, his gaze narrowing as he contemplated his next move. "But mark my words, if I find out you're lying, you'll pay for it dearly.”
Mark's heart raced as he watched the head of security panic, his mind racing with the fear of getting caught. This wasn't part of the plan. He had orchestrated this whole scheme to frame Gabriel and now it seemed to be spiraling out of control. "Keep it together," Mark hissed, trying to quell the rising panic in his own voice. "We can't afford to lose our nerve now."The head of security's frantic babbling grated on Mark's nerves. He clenched his fists, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "Shut up!" Mark snapped, his voice sharp with urgency. "We need to cover our tracks, and we can't do that if you keep blabbering. Just stay quiet and let me think." With a shaky nod, the head of security fell silent, allowing Mark to take control of the situation once again. But deep down, Mark knew that their chances of getting away with this were dwindling by the second."Alright, it's done," the head of security reported to Mark, wiping his forehead with a sigh of relief.
Upon leaving the company, Gabriel encountered his long-time friend, Andrei who started working in the company not so long ago. As Gabriel and Andrei exited the company building, they exchanged pleasantries and caught up on each other's lives. "It's been too long, Gabriel. How have you been?" Andrei asked, a smile lighting up his face."I've been good, just busy with work as usual," Gabriel replied. "But it's great to see you here. How's the new job treating you?"Andrei shrugged. "It's been challenging, but I'm getting the hang of it.”Gabriel nodded eagerly. "That's good to know. There's a nice café just around the corner. Let's head there and catch up properly. It's almost lunchtime anyway.”Andrei nodded in agreement. “That's good, Gab buddy." As they made their way down the street, they were suddenly stopped in their tracks by the sight of the antique shop owner and his men blocking their path. Gabriel's expression hardened as he recognized the familiar face. "Andrei, stay back
Andrei, noticing Gabriel's predicament, leaned in and whispered, "Let me handle this." Gabriel glanced at Andrei, recognizing the determination in his friend's eyes. Realizing Andrei's skill in martial arts, Gabriel nodded subtly, acknowledging Andrei's silent offer to handle the situation."Alright," Gabriel said, his voice low but firm. "You handle this."Andrei stepped forward, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "You heard him," he said to the shop owner, his tone commanding. "This is your last chance to walk away."The shop owner hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. He glanced between Gabriel and Andrei, weighing his options.But before he could respond, Andrei made his move. With lightning speed, he lunged forward, his martial arts skills on full display as he swiftly disarmed the shop owner and pinned him to the ground.Gabriel watched with satisfaction as Andrei expertly subdued the shop owner. With the threat neutralized, he turned to leave, a smirk playing on h