Garcia Anderson walked briskly down the crowded city street, her eyes scanning every face she passed. It was that bad, she couldn't just stay and do nothing.She was eager to find Harvey, the one person she believed could save her family from ruin. Despite the cold wind biting at her cheeks, she didn’t slow her pace. Her search for Harvey had become an obsession, and she wouldn’t rest until she found him.Stopping in front of a small café, Garcia pushed open the door and stepped inside. The warmth of the café was a welcome relief from the chilly air outside. She approached the counter and smiled at the barista."Excuse me," she began, "I'm looking for someone who might have been in here recently. His name is Harvey. He's about my age, has dark hair, and usually wears sunshades. "The barista frowned, thinking for a moment before shaking her head. "Sorry, I don’t recall anyone like that. We get a lot of customers, though. You might want to check with the manager." Garcia nodded and than
Gracia woke up wondering what she had to do. The weight of desperation and fear settled over her like a heavy blanket. Sighing, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a navy blue T-shirt, an outfit that matched her somber mood.She looked at her reflection in the mirror, seeing tired eyes and a worried expression, but there was no time to dwell on it. Today, she had to find Harvey.The drive to the hospital where Harvey’s sister, Nadia, was formerly treated felt longer than usual. Her mind drifted with thoughts of the once-thriving Anderson empire, now teetering on the brink of ruin.She parked her car and took a deep breath before stepping out. When she emerged, she sighed deeply, hoping she would find what she needed.For the past few weeks, she had been going from one place to another, looking for how to get to Harvey. The hospital lobby was bustling with activity—nurses hurried past with charts, doctors discussed patient cases, and the occasional sound of a beeping machine added to the
Gracia sat at my kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee in hand, and the file the head nurse had given her spread out before her. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, tossing a bright shine over the papers. Her heart raced as she took a deep breath and began to sift through the information.The first few pages detailed Nadia's medical history, but she went on, hoping for a clue. As she flipped through the documents, she continued watching it: Harvey. Her fingers trembled slightly as she found a section about his background and current status.Garcia took a sip of coffee, the warmth steadying her nerves, and continued reading. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she absorbed the information. According to the file, Harvey resided at one of the most prestigious addresses in the city. Her mind reeled at the revelation. This was the address of the city’s richest man."No way," she whispered to herself, shaking her head. "This can’t be right."She read the passage again, mak
Gracia’s desperation had reached new peaks. After exhausting all leads at the hospital, she had found herself standing outside the gates of the mansion where Harvey was rumored to be living. The sprawling estate, with its high iron gates and manicured lawns, looked more like a fortress than a home. She knew this was her last chance to find him.Every day for the past week, she had driven to the mansion and parked her car a short distance away. Each time, she mustered up the courage to approach the gates, only to be stopped by the stern-faced security guards.On this particular morning, Gracia arrived wearing a light summer dress, hoping to appear less intimidating. She approached the gate with a mixture of hope and anxiety.The head security guard, a tall man with serious behavior, recognized her immediately. "Good morning, ma'am," he said, his tone polite but firm. "What brings you here again today?""Good morning," Gracia replied, forcing a smile. "I'm here to see Harvey. It's very
Gracia’s shoulders slumped. "Thank you, but I really wish he could," she said quietly. "But I’ll still come back tomorrow."As she turned to leave, she overheard one of the guards mutter to another, "I hope Harvey realizes how persistent she is. She’s not giving up."And it was true, I was ready to be doing this all the time as long as he would hear me. Gracia returned the next day and the day after that. Each time, the outcome was the same. But she chose to keep trying. For the sake of her family, she couldn’t afford to give up.****However, harvey had been intentionally avoiding Gracia's attempts to contact him for weeks now. He knew he had been looking for him, trying to reach out through the people the lat knew them before, and coming to his estate everyday. but he made a conscious decision to ignore her. The wounds from the past were still raw, and he wasn't ready to confront her or her family again.One sunny afternoon, Harvey was on his way out of a business meeting at a downt
As Harvey stood there, facing Gracia once again, her plea hanging in the air, entering from one ear and going out from the other, he knew he couldn't ignore the pain in his heart, especially with the knowledge he had now about how his parents had died.My mind raced with memories of betrayal and hardship inflicted upon me and my family by hers. Just seeing her alone wanted to punish her immediately.My mind raced with memories of betrayal and hardship inflicted upon me and my family by hers."Gracia," he began, his voice firm but tinged with bitterness, "I can't help you. Not after everything your family did yo me."Her face fell, and Harvey could see the hurt in her eyes. Part of me softened momentarily at the sight of her pain, Gracia was a woman I used to love. but he quickly steeled himself against it. This was his chance to finally voice the years of frustration and anger that had built up inside him."You and your family destroyed my life," Harvey continued, each word laced with
Gracia stood there, stunned, unable to fully process Harvey's revelation. Her mind raced, disbelief flooding through her. How could he see through all my tactics so easily? It was barely just a week ago when she managed to get his information from the hospital. And was so happy that things would change, that Harvey would help her. But now, here she was, completely at a loss."Harvey, please," she pleaded, her voice shaking. "You have to understand, I'm desperate. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I am so sorry."He looked at me with a cold, unyielding gaze. "You're only desperate because you've run out of options, Gracia. Your manipulation worked before, but not anymore."His words cut deep, leaving me feeling exposed and helpless. She had always managed to sway people, to get them to see things her way. But Harvey was different. He wasn't budging, and it left her completely confused about what to do next."What do you want me to do? Please tell me." She asked, her voice barel
Days turned into weeks, and still, Gracia continued to beg. Each time Harvey saw Gracia, it was the same desperate plea, the same empty promises. It began to infuriate him, her persistence chipping away at his patience.One afternoon, he was leaving his house when saw her waiting by the entrance. Her face lit up with hope as she spotted him, but all she felt was a surge of frustration."Harvey, please," she called out, hurrying to enter my compound. "Just hear me out one more time."Harvey stopped, turning to face her with a sigh. "Gracia, I've heard you out more times than I can count. What more can you possibly say?"She looked at me with pleading eyes. "We need you, please. The company has fallen apart without your expertise. You're the only one who can save us."He felt his jaw clench, the familiar anger bubbling up. "You didn't need me when your family was ruining my life. Why should I help you now? Don't bother me."She reached out, trying to grab my arm, but I stepped back. "Pl