Ethan and Sean sat in the penthouse, surrounded by papers and files, searching for possible clues. "Mr. Victor doesn't seem to be the blackmailer, the blackmailer is someone young," Ethan said, nodding in agreement. "Then that concludes he's not the one, but could be an associate. A person working for him." Sean sighed, rubbing his temples. "That makes sense, though. But I don't understand what relationship they share.""Have you asked Camille?" Sean shook his head. "I don't want to get her into this." Ethan nodded understandingly. He picked up a paper, "Then that leaves us with one clue. The blackmailer and Mr. Victor are associates. We just need to find out what relationship they share with Camille and what key they want from you." Sean's mind wandered to his watch; it was 9 pm already. Camille was supposed to be back. "Sean, are you listening?" Ethan asked, noticing his distraction.Sean refocused, "Hm...yeah, I heard what you said. What's the update on the murder case?" Ethan
Camille's eyes creaked open, heavy with sleep, and she was met with a sight that made her heart stumble. Her hand was still resting on Sean's face, his features peaceful in slumber. The morning sunlight danced across his skin, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the gentle curve of his lips. For a moment, she forgot to breathe.As Sean stirred, Camille's instincts kicked in, and she snapped her eyes shut, pretending she was still asleep. But she could sense him looking at her. His face drew closer, his warm breath whispering against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.Sean's eyes fluttered open, and he was struck by how close Camille's face was to his. He wanted to reach out, to brush a stray hair behind her ear, to kiss the soft curve of her forehead. But he hesitated. Instead, he pulled back, his voice low and rough from sleep. “You can open your eyes when you're ready, Camille.” he said, sitting at the edge of the bed. Camille's eyes flew open, her cheeks flushing a
“As you know, our latest collection, 'Eclipse,' has been a massive success. However, I believe we can take it to the next level by incorporating sustainable materials and practices into our design process.”Board member, Rachel Lee, raised an eyebrow. “Sean, I understand your enthusiasm, but won't that increase production costs?”Sean nodded. “Initially, yes. But think about the long-term benefits. We'll be appealing to the growing demographic of eco-conscious consumers, and setting ourselves apart from competitors. Plus, I've already spoken with our suppliers, and they're willing to work with us to find cost-effective solutions.”Tom Harris, another board member, spoke up. “I agree with Sean. We need to stay ahead of the curve. What's the proposal for implementing these changes?”Sean smiled, pleased with the positive response. “I suggest we start by replacing 50% of our materials with sustainable alternatives in the next collection. We'll also introduce a recycling program for our c
Camille's phone buzzed with a text message, shattering the monotony of her afternoon. She had been lounging on the couch, flipping through a magazine, but the sudden ping of her phone sparked a surge of excitement. “Wanna hang out?” the message read, from a number she hadn't expected to hear from — Cole.She couldn't help but jump on the invitation, feeling restless after Jeffery took Grandma out for her check-ups. The house had felt empty and quiet, and Camille was eager for some company.She quickly got ready, throwing on a bright yellow crop top and a flared white skirt that fell just above her knee. The skirt was a new purchase, and she was eager to try it out. She added a matching handbag and a pair of sleek white sneakers. As she headed downstairs, Sean emerged from the kitchen, a questioning look on his face. “Where are you off to?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.Camille brushed past him, still feeling annoyed about what happened in the morning. “It doesn't concern you
As they walked away from the pond, her sneakers hit a stone, and she felt herself going down. Time slowed, and she was sure that she was going to face-plant, but then Cole's hand shot out and grasped her elbow, pulling her upright.Their faces were inches apart, their eyes locked in a way that made her heart skip a beat. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his gaze, like she was melting into him. It was like the whole world had come to a standstill, leaving only the two of them, suspended at this moment.And then, out of nowhere, Sean's fist connected with Cole's jaw, sending him stumbling backward. Camille felt a surge of fear mixed with shock as she turned to face Sean, his eyes blazing with a fury that made her blood run cold.“Stay away from her,” Sean growled, his voice low and menacing. Cole rubbed his jaw, his eyes flashing with anger, but his voice was even. “Sean, calm down, man.”But Sean was beyond reason. He took a step closer to Cole, his fists clenched, his
The next day...........Camille's office. “There's a party tomorrow tonight,” Tiffany handed over the invitation to Camille who collected it.Camille shrugged, “Is it necessary I attend?”“Yes it is, and you are going with a date.” Tiffany muttered."A date? Come on that's hilarious." Camille eyed her. "Oh, you think I made it up. Well, it's bodly written on the invitation card. You can check it yourself." Tiffany shrugged picking up some files. "I'll send this over to Sofia," she said the files in her hand. “When are you leaving?” Camille asked.“In thirty minutes. I wonder who would request specially for me.” she muttered.“You can't find out unless you go.” Camille murmured her eyes fixed on the computer.Tiffany and Sofia worked on the necessary design, twenty minutes later, Tiffany left.*****Tiffany put on her delivery cloth, “This is the last time I'm literally doing this.” she sneered.She checked the address again to be certain, “Why do I feel like I'm going to hate this?
Tiffany eyes narrowed, “But why? What's in it?” “Take a look.”She gave him a suspicious look, he was standing in front of her. He nodded with a smile urging her to keep opening the package. She tore it open completely and behold it was a lovely dress, costly at that.“But why? I…I…don't understand.” she stuttered trying to make sense of the whole situation.“It's my first gift to you, Tiffany. I don't know how to explain this, but I'm in love with you.” He struggled to spit out the words. The words came out like they were fighting in his mouth.Tiffany smiled warmly, and looked up to him, she folded the dress back and returned it to Ethan." I'm sorry, but I can't accept this." she sighed looking apologetic. “ Why? Is something wrong with the dress? You don't like it?" he asked.Tiffany shook her head,”Of course not. The problem is not the dress, it's me.” she mumbled.“You don't love me.” Ethan's gaze turned downward as he said in a low tone.“It's not that, Ethan. Of course, I do
“Huh, did you see me bully the child? He took my scarf at first and refused to give it back, what's wrong about me trying to take back what's mine?” she pouted, staring at him.“Alright, my baby never did wrong. The child deserves to be punished more. I saw you hit your head, does it still hurts?” Ethan placed his palm on her head. When he touched a spot, she winced slightly."Good thing we are at the hospital. Come let's go see the doctor.“ Tiffany smiled secretly at how he swept her off her feet. She flinched seeing him carry her in a hasty manner."Hey, you don't have to do this much. People are looking.” she whispered the last part. Her head hidden in his chest as they got to a group of nurses.“It's an emergency, please I need someone to check on my wife.” he said at the verge of tears. Tiffany could not help but let out a small inaudible laugh.The nurses heard someone laugh, their eyes on Ethan.Ethan felt awkward by their stares, "I said it's an emergency.“ he said again slow