"Relax, Mark. I was just kidding. I know Madam Charlotte wouldn't send someone else to set up a meeting for her," Cromwell said, still chuckling.Mark let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, okay. Sorry about that. I just didn't want to come across as rude or unprofessional."Don't worry about it, Mark. We all have our moments," Cromwell said, his tone turning serious. "So, when can we meet?Mark quickly took note of Cromwell's availability and promised to get back to him with a confirmed date and time.He hung up the phone and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment. He had managed to make contact with Alexander Cromwell, and Madam Charlotte would never know.Wait, why shouldn't I tell him the ideas I've got?Mark muttered to himself and scrolled on the call log to dial Cromwell's number again.He got lucky, and the man actually answered the phone."Hello?" Cromwell said, his deep voice filling the connection."Oh, hi, sir," Mark said nervously. "It's Mark again. I just wanted to
Madam Charlotte barged into Mark's room with a fiery intensity that could wake the dead. Her voice, fueled by a mix of concern and anger, echoed through the room as she confronted him: "Who told you to have a fake call with Dave?"Mark, startled by the sudden intrusion and the accusatory tone, rubbed his eyes and sat up on his bed. With a hint of defiance in his voice, he responded boldly, "Aunty, I know my plans; just allow me."Madam Charlotte's eyebrows furrowed, and her lips formed a stern line. She crossed her arms, her expression conveying that she wasn't about to let this slide. "Oh, I should allow you to do whatever you want, right?"Mark took a deep breath, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of his aunt's reaction. He knew that his plans might not align with her expectations, but he was determined to assert his independence."Have you forgotten that you're in my house and you're under my roof?" Madam Charlotte's voice dripped with authority."Aunty, I just wanted to join
Dave sat on his couch with a deep breath, letting the stress of the day wash over him. Work had been hectic as usual, and he was looking forward to a quiet evening at home.Just then, Jessica walked in, carrying a glass of water. She smiled at Dave and handed him the glass."You're welcome, sir; how was work today?" she asked."It was cool, but kind of stressful," Dave replied with a smile.Jessica excused herself and walked towards the kitchen, leaving Dave to his own thoughts.As he sat on the couch, he remembered the files Inspector Ava had promised to send over earlier that day. Dave decided to call her to check on the progress of the investigation.He picked up his phone and dialed Inspector Ava's number. She quickly answered, apologizing for the delay in sending over the files. She explained that she was still working on them."Oh, don't worry, Ava. I have some good news," Dave said, trying to sound upbeat."Really? I can't wait to hear it," Ava responded eagerly.Dave took a de
Alice woke up in the morning feeling lonely and sad.She made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. While taking a shower, Alice began to murmur to herself."I miss Isabella; I wish she could come back to Madrid soon," she said silently.Alice had been feeling restless for the past few days.She missed her best friend Isabella terribly and wished she could just teleport to the States to sit down and have a cup of coffee with her.She had been repeating this thought in her head for days now, but the distance between them seemed too vast.Alice missed Isabella's laughter, her contagious smile, and the way she could get her out of any gloomy situation.She took a deep breath and went to take her shower. The hot water cascaded down her back, and she closed her eyes, letting the steam envelope her.She missed the ease of conversation she had with Isabella; it was like they had an unspoken language between them that only they understood.She cherished that bond and couldn't wait to see
Amelia was sitting on a divan under their house with one leg crossed over the other. She was rolling a small, engraved ball between her fingers as she spoke to Emily."I just can't help but feel that Mark is acting smart," Amelia said, frowning slightly. "He's been getting too involved in Dave's affairs lately."Emily cleared her throat and answered with a simple "yes."Amelia turned to her sister, the ball still rolling in her hand. "Do you think so too?"Emily nodded slowly. "I do, Amelia. But at the same time, I have to admit that I kind of like it. By the time he's done destroying Dave, we'll all be happy again."Amelia raised an eyebrow, surprised by Emily's statement. "Destroying Dave? That's a bit harsh, don't you think?"Emily shrugged. "Maybe. But Dave has been causing so much trouble with us ever since he became wealthy, and I feel like Mark is the only one who can really put a stop to it. Plus, he's been a big help to Mom and Alexander Cromwell. I don't think we should under
Cromwell's lips curled into a subtle smile. The arrangements had been made, and now it was time to ensure that his guest's experience was flawless."Victoria!" His voice rang out, clear and authoritative, cutting through the hum of conversation that filled the air.The hotel's staff were well-trained to respond to his beck and call, and Victoria, a young and efficient waitress, recognized his voice instantly.With a slight nod to her colleagues, she gracefully excused herself from a nearby table and made her way towards Cromwell.Her footsteps were soft, a gentle tap-tap that mirrored the elegance of her presence.Her eyes met Cromwell's, a perfect blend of professionalism and deference. "Mr. Cromwell, how may I assist you this evening? Her voice was poised, and her demeanor was respectful yet confident.Cromwell's gaze shifted slightly, acknowledging her with a nod. "Victoria, I have a request. Our guest over there," he gestured discreetly toward Mark, "requires the best service ton
Dave sat at his desk, glancing at the clock as the minutes ticked by. It had been a long day, and he found himself missing Alice more than ever.They hadn't seen each other in weeks due to their busy schedules, and he wanted nothing more than to hear her voice. With a sigh, he picked up his phone and dialed her office number.On the other end of the line, Alice's phone began to ring. She looked at the caller ID, and a smile immediately spread across her face as she recognized Dave's number. She quickly picked up the phone, her heart racing with excitement. "Hey, Dave," she answered, her voice filled with warmth."Hey, Alice," Dave replied, relief evident in his tone. "I just wanted to check up on you. It feels like it's been forever since we last talked."Alice leaned back in her office chair, her fingers playing with a strand of her hair as she listened to Dave's voice. She couldn't help but feel a flutter of happiness at his words. "I know," she said softly, "it really has been too l
Alice slowly opened her eyes the next morning, her consciousness gradually emerging from the depths of slumber.The morning sunlight was reflected through her curtains, casting a warm glow across her room.With a soft yawn, she stretched her arms above her head, feeling the pleasant sensation of her muscles awakening after a restful night's sleep.As she became more alert, her gaze naturally shifted towards the wall clock on the opposite side of the room.It was already 8:00 a.m. A spark of realization coursed through her—it was another day, another opportunity to embrace the light and possibilities that lay ahead.A thought crossed her mind. "Dave must already be at work with his co-workers because it's already 8," she mused.Dave, her partner, was a dedicated and diligent individual who often started his day early. Imagining him immersed in his professional world brought a fond smile to her face.Throwing back her cozy blanket, Alice swung her legs over the side of the bed and plant