In the dimly lit confines of her prison cell, Georgia's gloomy day began. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the small window, casting faint streaks of light on the cold concrete floor. The shrill sound of the prison alarm echoed through the corridors, signaling the start of another monotonous day. Georgia groaned as she rolled over on her narrow bed, trying to drown out the harsh reality that awaited her. She had grown accustomed to the routine, but it offered little solace in the face of her current predicament. As the morning bell rang, the inmates were called to gather in the mess hall for breakfast. Georgia joined the line of prisoners, her eyes downcast, avoiding any unnecessary interactions. The atmosphere in the mess hall was tense, with cliques forming among the inmates. Georgia noticed a group of women sitting together, casting disdainful glances her way. They were the same ones who had made her life a living hell since she arrived. She couldn’t help but overhea
The officer led Georgia through the narrow, dimly lit corridors of the prison, each step feeling heavier than the last. Georgia’s mind was still reeling from the unexpected news of a visitor. She couldn’t imagine who would come to see her after everything that had transpired.As they approached the designated room for visitors, Georgia’s heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t help but hope that it was Greg, who was standing on the other side of that door. The thought of seeing him again after all that had happened stirred a mix of emotions within her.The officer opened the door, and Georgia stepped inside the small, plain room.It had a table with chairs on either side, separated by a transparent screen. On one side, she took her seat, trying to compose herself as she waited for the visitor.As the door behind her closed, Georgia began to feel more curious as she tried to guess the visitor.The anticipation seemed to stretch like an eternity until the door on the other side of the
Georgia’s eyes widened at the unexpected offer. She hadn’t thought about reaching out to Greg, but now that Mara had mentioned it, a part of her felt compelled to do so.However, she quickly tried to diminish her thought, vivid memories of how she had broken his heart and treated him poorly resurfacing.“Oh well… about that, maybe it’s better for me not to bother him,” Georgia replied, attempting to hide her mixed emotions behind a crooked smile. “I mean, what could I possibly say to him after everything that happened…?”“You never know until you try,” Mara replied with a reassuring smile. “But if I were you, I would try it. Greg is a kind and understanding person, and I believe that he would appreciate hearing something from you, even if it’s just to let him know how you’re doing.”“But…What if he doesn’t want to hear from me?” Georgia wondered aloud, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “You know what I did was crucial. I’m not just talking about treating him badly and cheating. I als
In a luxurious building in Ruam, a sophisticated-looking woman dressed as a secretary walked through the polished marble hallways, carrying a stack of important document files. Her steps were confident and measured, befitting someone who worked in the upper echelons of the business world. She approached a grand wooden door, where a golden nameplate read "President's Office."With a soft knock on the door, a deep voice from within commanded, “Come in.”The secretary opened the door and entered the room. It was an opulent space, adorned with tasteful art and plush furnishings with the ‘F’ symbol engraved on them.At the desk, a middle-aged man with a commanding presence sat, his sharp eyes scrutinizing the document before him.“Master, I’ve gathered everything you requested,” the secretary said, bowing respectfully.The man looked up, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, good job. Let me see what you've got," he replied, his voice oozing authority.The secretary handed over the file
Dylan huffed in annoyance as he stared at the flight information display once again. "Delayed again? Seriously?!" he muttered, frustration evident in his voice, while Greg, on the other hand, surprisingly remained calm as he leaned back in his seat.“Well, what can we do, Dylan? Delays happen sometimes. After all, they are a part of traveling," he said, trying to reassure his friend.Dylan glanced at Greg, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you bothered by this at all? We've been waiting for hours!" he exclaimed.Greg chuckled lightly. "Well, getting upset won't change the situation, will it? We'll get on that plane eventually. In the meantime, why don't we find something to do to pass the time?" he suggested.Dylan sighed, realizing that Greg had a point. "Fine, but what do you suggest we do?" he asked, genuinely curious about how Greg remained so composed.“Hmmm… Well, there are plenty of things we can do here, like grabbing something to eat, exploring the airport, or even finding a quiet
In the opulent estate of Von Ritcher, the atmosphere was tense as Austine stood in their bedroom, holding the incriminating photos of his son, Greg. His eyes burned with anger and resentment as he stared at the images, and his hands trembled with emotion.“W—What’s this?! How dare he bring shame to this family!" Austine’s voice quivered with rage, unable to contain the flood of emotions that surged within him.“Oh, my darling, it’s truly heart-wrenching to see such betrayal from your own flesh and blood. Especially after you’re kind enough to give him a second chance to prove himself,” she said with a hint of sarcasm, carefully gauging Austine’s reaction.Austine's grip on the photos tightened, and his anger grew with each passing second. "I trusted him, believed in him, and this is how he repays me? By tarnishing the Von Ritcher name with this?" he seethed.Lorraine continued to goad him, her voice dripping with disdain. "I always knew he was a disappointment, but to think he stooped
Greg and Dylan exchanged puzzled glances as they observed the stark contrast between the two siblings.While the little girl was adorned in elegance, her brother seemed to be struggling in shabby attire. It was a sight that tugged at their hearts and left them with many questions.“Isn’t that strange?” Dylan whispered to Greg, trying not to be obvious as he gestured towards the children.“Yeah, it is,” Greg replied in a hushed tone, concern etched on his face. “I mean, they’re siblings, right? Why is there such a huge difference in how they’re dressed?”As they continued to watch, the mother and her children were seated at a nearby table, and Lucy approached them to take their order.Curiosity getting the better of him, Greg leaned towards Lucy as she came back to their table with their food. "Hey, Lucy, sorry to pry, but do you know anything about that family over there? The one with the two kids,” he asked, trying to sound casual.Lucy looked at the family and then back at Greg, a h
In one of the opulent private study rooms at Von Ritcher estate, a young man named Griffin stood just outside the closed door, anxiously fidgeting with the cuff of his tailored shirt.Inside, his homeschool teacher, Mr. Davies, was engaged in yet another heated conversation with Griffin's mother, Lorraine.The teacher's voice was filled with frustration and annoyance as he complained about Griffin's persistent laziness and occasional bouts of rudeness during their study sessions. He recounted numerous futile attempts to motivate the young man, but all had fallen flat."I've had enough, Mrs. Von Ritcher! I cannot tolerate Griffin's behavior any longer. He refuses to pay attention, and every attempt to engage him has failed. He's simply not interested in his studies!" the teacher exclaimed exasperatedly, throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis.Lorraine, sitting regally behind the grand wooden desk, let out an exasperated sigh. She had dealt with similar complaints about her son n