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A Sinister Plan In Motion
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The air hung thick with expectation in the grand chamber of the New York Hilton. Sun rays filtered through the building's glass Windows, cast a dappled pattern on the polished floor where a mass of neatly dressed men and women buzzed with energy. Julie Garfield in her well ironed panty suit, a stark discrepancy to the muted tones of the cityscape outside, navigated the mass with a small leather bound tablet gripped in her hand. The air vibrated with the electric hum of ambition, the true substance of the city she had left behind years ago. Julie had returned to New York after a long stay in Europe, where she had pursued her passion for architecture, immersing herself in the world of gravestone, glass, and design. Now she was here a freshman to the world of high tech, attending this conference to explore implicit opportunity for her rookie career. The stage in the room, bathed in a soft limelight gleam, was adorned with a sleek minimalist background a stark discrepancy to the intric
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Julie took a deep breath, as if steeling herself to take a vault of faith. She began to tell him about her adventures in Paris, about the intricate details of gothic edifices, the dateless beauty of the Louvre, the vibrant energy of the city that no way slept. She spoke of her peregrination to Spain, the stirring armature of Barcelona, the ancient prodigies of Madrid. She spoke of her time in Italy, the towering marble puppets, the cobblestone streets and the scent of late roasted meat that filled the air.She spoke with passion, her voice taking on a new energy, as if her recollections were coming alive before her. Den listened carefully, his eyes no way leaving hers as if he was seeing her for the first time."You are a different woman now, Julie." Den said when she had finished her story. "You've bloomed.And You've found your own path." He said with a wide smile on his handsome features.Julie smiled, a flicker of warmth returning to her heart. "And you've become the man you were a
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The scent of frying bacon and onions, a symphony of salty savory bliss drifted up the stairs, pulling Julie from the depths of her chaotic bedroom. Her wallet lay open on the floor, a testament to her fleet trip to the Tech conference, its contents scattered like the thoughts in her head. The conference had been a blur of addresses, networking, and the unanticipated and exhilarating time with Den Neumann now A billionaire CEO, a man she had not seen in five years, now a Goliath in the tech world yet still, in some inexplainable way, the same boy she had fallen for all those times agone . She had spent the night with him, a night she swore she wouldn't remember, the night she swore wouldn't let consume her. But it had, with a dizzying intensity that left her both intoxicated and alarmed. The guilt, the shame, the fear of what her family, especially her mother, would think, were feelings that threatened to drown her in their grim swells. Julie ran her fingers through her hair, trying
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“Good morning, Mrs. Garfield." Den Neumann greeted her with a polite smile, his voice a low baritone that seemed to carry the weight of an implied reason. Mrs Garfield still remained impervious to his charm. Her lips tensed into a thin disapproving line. "What do you want, Den?" she snapped, her voice laced with bitterness. "Do you want to come by and do further damage to my daughter's heart? You did enough the last time!" Den's face fell. The smile dissolved, replaced by a look of genuine guilt. "I..I wouldn't want to hurt her.” he said painfully, his eyes dropping to the worn carpet. "I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for whatever happened in the past. I know I did wrong." Mrs Garfield scoffed, her arms folded across her chest. "You know, Den? Saying you are sorry does not erase the past. It does not mend broken hearts. And it does not make amends for the pain you foisted on my daughter." The silence that followed was heavy, thick with implied resentments and the ghost of a love that h
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Julie's breath caught in her throat. A million questions raced through her mind, each more agonizing than the last. This was it, the truth she had been desperately trying to ignore, the truth that Den had so cunningly concealed.He was engaged.Den, clearly unconscious to the storm brewing within Julie, gave a nervous chortle. 'Oh, Angela, this is Julie, an old friend.' He tried to introduce them with a casual ease that felt forced, his smile strained.Julie forced a smile back, a brittle nearly mocking expression that failed to mask the stewing wrathfulness within her. "Yes, an old friend." she echoed, her voice tight, her eyes fixed on Den with a silent rage in her eyes.The air in the cafe seamed to stiffle and the chatter around them reduced to a muffled drone. Angela, unconscious to the tense atmosphere, settled into the seat beside Den, her smile unwavering.'An old friend, huh? Well, it's nice to eventually meet you, Julie." she said, her voice honeyed, her eyes still holding t
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The familiar weight of the front door unlocking unrestricted echoed through the empty house, a sound that typically brought a sense of comfort, but today, it felt like a thud against Julie’s heart. She walked by, her shoulders drooped, the remnants of the evening adhering to her like a damp fog. The aroma of hot coffee and a memorial of the disastrous date, hung in the air, thick and unpleasant.Five years since Den had walked out of her life, leaving an ocean of heartache that she had only just begun to mend. And now, here he was, back in her life, a whirlwind of success and wealth, but still the same fascinating and infuriating, insufferable man she had fallen for all those years agone.The silence of the house was broken only by the ticking of the grandfather timepiece in the hallway, its slow and steady meter mocking her distress. The setting sun cast long shadows across the living room, painting the space in tones of orange, a reflection of the mixed feelings swirling inside her.
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The autumn sun slanted through the window of Lita's apartment, painting warm stripes across the worn rustic floor. Julie sat at the kitchen table, drinking from a mug of hot tea with the discussion with Lita still echoing in her ears. It was Five years since she had broken up with Den, five years since she had last felt the sting of his rejection and the echo of his words.“Two months.” Lita had said, her voice hushed. “And he is marrying Angela. That girl who used to work at the tech establishment, you know?” She said after reading the invitation.A surge of nausea washed over Julie, and she pushed her tea away, the bitterness moping on her tongue. It was her fault. She had been foolish, a fool to think that she could jump back into the past and to believe that their love could be reignited. They were in different places now, their lives moving in separate directions and their hearts belonging to different people.“It's okay.” Lita had said. “You will be fine, Julie. You are strong,
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