The room fell into a heavy silence, permeated by the intensity of the moment. Her eyes were on Stephen as he spoke, his voice filled with vulnerability and longing. His mother, her gaze fixed on him, absorbed his words with a mixture of surprise and concern. She paused, taking a deep breath, attempting to process the weight of his statement."I don't have a reason, all I could say is that my happiness lies in her," Stephen calmly replied, addressing his mother directly. The room seemed to hold its breath, tense with the unspoken emotions lingering between them. His unwavering gaze remained fixed on his mother, as if willing her to understand the depth of his feelings.In the hushed air, his mother finally found her voice, although it trembled slightly. "Nathaniel isn't the right girl for you, which we both know," she stated, her voice heavy with concern. Another deep breath followed, a brief pause to steady herself. Stephen felt a surge of anger building within, his instinct urging hi
As Nathalie and Stephen arrived at the city cinema, a bustling hub of entertainment and anticipation, Nathalie couldn't help but voice her curiosity. Looking at Stephen with a mix of intrigue and playfulness, she questioned, "Why did you suddenly ask me to come watch a movie with you?"Stephen's face lit up with excitement, a radiant smile spreading across his features. The flickering lights of the marquee reflected in his eyes, mirroring the giddy anticipation brewing within him. "I am so excited," he replied, his voice brimming with eagerness and a touch of youthful enthusiasm.Caught in the embrace of Stephen's infectious excitement, Nathalie couldn't help but remark on the noticeable change in his demeanor. With a playful tone, she chuckled and gently prodded, "It's obvious you are excited, and I am happy about that. So can you tell me the secret for this happiness? It's been a while since I saw you blushing like this."Their voices mingled with the hum of the surrounding crowd, t
As he was about to take his lips closer, Nathaniel mischievously grabbed a handful of popcorn and forcefully stuffed it into his mouth. The unexpected act caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily surprised and somewhat embarrassed. He sheepishly ate the popcorn, trying to shake off his sudden loss of composure."How do you feel? Do you still think I'm a baby?" she asked, hoping to lighten the mood. However, he remained silent, his face reflecting disapproval for her playful reaction. "It's not funny. Just let me be," he let out, his voice firm and tinged with annoyance. In that moment, his anger was evident, and she realized she had crossed a line."Sweetheart, is there something wrong?" she asked, genuine concern etched on her face."I am angry, and I don't think there's anything that can resolve that. It's unfair that you forced popcorn into my mouth," he stated with a pout, his frustration evident."I'm sorry, it was never my intention. I had no idea it would make you feel ba
Stephen glanced up at the darkening sky, noticing the approaching rainclouds. Concern etched his face as he turned to her, considering the practicality of calling their driver for a quick escape from the imminent downpour. However, she shook her head in response, a resolute and adventurous glint in her eyes."No, let's keep walking," she insisted. Her voice carried a sense of determination, a desire to fully embrace the moment they were sharing. With a mischievous smile, she proposed a playful challenge, adding an extra layer of excitement to their already beautiful journey."We barely have ten minutes to get home," she declared, her voice filled with anticipation. "Let's continue and when the rain finally starts, we'll race. Who do you think will win?"Her words hung in the air, electrifying their surroundings with the promise of laughter and shared exhilaration. In that instant, any thoughts of seeking shelter vanished, replaced by the pulsing adrenaline and the anticipation of a fr
"Call for a meeting," he instructed, his voice firm and authoritative. These words reverberated through the office, creating a sudden buzz of anticipation. The employees exchanged curious glances, wondering what urgent matter required their immediate attention.As the request hung in the air, he swiftly made his way towards the bathroom, a sense of urgency driving his actions. The room was filled with the faint sound of running water as he prepared for a quick bath. In the midst of his hurried routine, his mind couldn't help but dwell on the enigma surrounding the picture that had been circulating in the office. Who had posted it? And why the ridiculous headline?Emerging from the bathroom, he was in a rush to dress up, each movement filled with determination. He cast a fleeting glance at his reflection in the mirror, making sure to present himself as professionally as possible amidst the mounting pressure. With his neatly arranged attire, he grabbed his suitcase and car keys, ready t
"Do you think it's so easy to convince the shareholders?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration as his anger started to simmer. "It wouldn't be an ideal situation if they were to withdraw their support," he explained, his concern evident in his demeanor."I apologize, Mr. Chairman," she interjected, her voice calm and composed, striving to alleviate the growing tension. "But perhaps it would be wise for you to take a step back and approach this matter with a level-headed attitude. Considering that we currently cannot ascertain the origin of the post, wouldn't it be more prudent to address it formally?" she urged, her words carrying a neutral yet persuasive tone, aiming to guide him towards a more measured response."I don't see any valid reasons why personal matters should be brought into the workplace," she expressed, emphasizing the need to address the issue rather than searching for evidence. "It's crucial to let them know where you stand and to have your decision respected."
Mr. Wesley's shoes echoed loudly as he entered the meeting room, capturing everyone's attention. His cold expression interrupted the ongoing argument, causing heads to turn towards him. Stephen was taken aback by his father's unexpected arrival, as he hadn't been informed beforehand.With disappointment evident in his tone, Mr. Wesley addressed the group, "At least you all should have asked questions before jumping to conclusions." The gravity of the situation seemed to intensify, as unwavering anger gnawed at him."If you all have chosen to believe the news you found online," Mr. Wesley's voice dripped with dismissiveness, captivating the attention of everyone in the room. Stephen was mesmerized, realization dawning on him as he instinctively rose to his feet."Dad," he called out, his voice a mix of surprise and concern. His father nodded in acknowledgement, his expression reflecting a clear sense of purpose.Leaning forward, Mr. Wesley continued, ensuring his words carried their we
As the day began to wane, Wade off, signaling the end of another workday, Stephen briskly made his way to his office desk. With practiced smoothness, he retrieved his important documents, carefully arranging them within the confines of his suitcase. The sound of his footsteps reverberated through the empty hallway as he confidently strode towards the elevator. Just as he was about to step inside, a voice resonated from behind, causing him to pause in his tracks. The rhythmic echo of heels against the polished floor reached his ears, prompting him to swiftly turn around. There she stood, Zia, the person whose presence had caught him off guard. Her head slightly inclined, her identity confirmed through the subtle recognition that flashed in his eyes. "Zia, it's you," he uttered, masking his surprise with composed demeanor."Yes sir," she responded respectfully, her voice carrying a sense of purpose. "I am actually heading to the garage, so it's quite a coincidence that we've crossed pat