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What is it that he has that will bring us down? Mr. Valtor said as he flipped through files in his old office with his heart rising.A knock on the door pulled him from his haste, and he stood still."Come in," he said.The door opened and a lady stepped in.....holding a different batch of files in her hands."Sir, these are the reports you requested.""Leave them on the desk," Mr. Valtor exhaled and said.Immediately after the lady left, he rushed to it and flipped through the pages with intense speed."Where is it?" he said, brushing his hair as he looked furious. After not finding anything, he groaned and pushed all the files onto the floor."What exactly was he talking about?" Mr. Valtor said as he removed his glasses, placed them on the table, and started fuming."I know what Creed is capable of," he said….…DubaiKristen slowly opened her eyes while stretching her arms across the bed. As she realized she was no longer on the couch, she sat up quickly.“How did I end up here?” sh
He sat comfortably in a temporary office he set up for this business trip… wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up… His fingers absentmindedly twirled a silver pen as he tapped against the desk.His iPad screen split open… with one side showing the documents he reviewed..., his sharp eyes scanning every word. On the other side, his mind wandered off as muted images of Kristen emerged like distant memories."I was trying to save you, you ungrateful jerk," Kristen said.Cut to another memory.....Kristen glared at him with fiery eyes, arguing as her lips trembled while she held back words she refused to utter…Max exhaled sharply and blinked back to reality. He straightened the paper in front of him but found himself reading the same line over and over again."What the hell…" He shook his head and leaned back with an annoyed sigh.He threw the pen onto the desk as he rubbed his temple. He closed his eyes for a second… and that happened to be a big mistake.Flashes
Here, put this on,” Max said after 20 minutes in the store.Kristen looked at him clearly unimpressed.Max sighed and crouched down without another word. He grabbed her ankle and tried to force her foot inside the slipper.Kristen yelped. “Hey! I can do it myself!”He ignored her and pushed her foot further in...only to realize it didn’t fit.Silence...Kristen stared at him... then at the slipper. Max exhaled sharply.“This doesn’t fit me,” Kristen muttered.Max closed his eyes for a second before standing up Kristen looked at him with amusement "You were so confident a minute ago," she teased.Max shot her a look. "Do you want shoes or not?"She sighed dramatically but followed him back inside. "Fine, but this time, let me pick."Max smirked. "As long as we don’t spend another twenty minutes deciding."Kristen rolled her eyes. "No promises."They went inside and Max brought another pair of shoes to her as she met him in the aisle.“How about this?” he said as he went down to try put
"We’ve been waiting too long. What does he think he is?" Mr. Donovan Creed said as he slammed the table with a force that echoed through the room. Every person seated at the long, polished table flinched at the sound, and their attention turned to him. "Mr. Creed, you need to calm down. I am sure he is on his way," the secretary said, standing there calmly. "Calm down? When we talk about power and time, I know you have no business with either. People like you can afford to waste all day in one place, but not someone like us. I don’t have the luxury of patience, nor do I tolerate incompetence. We’re not here to twiddle our thumbs while he takes his sweet time," Mr. Donovan Creed snapped. Around the table, the other executives exchanged uneasy glances. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats, while others stared down at the documents in front of them, trying to avoid Mr. Creed’s piercing gaze. One of the senior members of the board, a man with graying hair and a nervous demeanor,
“Are they trying to disgrace me even more?” Mr. Creed muttered under his breath, his face twisted with anger.Before he could take a few steps out of the company’s building, a sea of reporters and flashing cameras descended on him like vultures. The barrage of questions hit him from all sides.“Mr. Creed, we just heard your partnership with Hansol Group Corporation has been terminated! How does it feel, considering the fact that you’ve been working with them for over 18 years? Since this company actually started, do you think the ex-chairman’s son is trying to bring you down after all your hard work?”Creed’s eyes darkened with fury as his guards quickly stepped in, blocking the crowd from getting too close. With a firm grip on his arm, they guided him toward his car, clearing the path as best they could. But the questions kept coming, swirling around him like a storm he couldn’t escape.“Mr. Creed, is this the end of your legacy with the company, or should I rather say the fall of yo
"And if given this opportunity, I promise to propel this company to global dominance and make it the best in the world," she declared, her eyes sparkling like diamonds, radiating pure joy and unwavering ambition as she sat up straight.Her hair was styled in a sleek high ponytail, and her vibrant red dress perfectly accentuated her flawless skin.The man looked up at her, and a smug smile spread across his face. "How about you make my d*** go global?" he said, letting out a booming laugh that echoed through the room.“Huh,” she mumbled, taken aback as she tried to process the unexpected remark."Don’t tell me you don’t know what I meant,PRETTY GIRL!" he continued with a smirk as he stood up, brushing off the crudeness with a casual wave of his hand. "Just a joke, by the way," he added as he moved behind her, his presence lingering a little too close."I know you just rehearsed this... that’s what you young girls do these days," he said in a mocking tone."You come in here, rattling of
"Let’s see how things go tomorrow. I’m pretty sure you’ll land a good-paying job with all those qualifications..." Naomi said as they strolled down the narrow road.Kristen walked quietly beside her, lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on the ground."Come on, cheer up. You’ve only been here two days, and I just know tomorrow will turn out great," Naomi added, nudging Kristen lightly with her elbow.Kristen nodded and smiled softly."I’m happy to have you back," Naomi said, wrapping her arms around Kristen from behind in a warm hug as they continued walking.Kristen giggled softly. "I’m happy to be here too," she replied, letting herself lean into the comfort of Naomi’s embrace.As they continued down the road, Kristen's eyes caught sight of a white house at the end of the street. She paused mid-step, a puzzled look crossing her face. "Wait... there wasn’t any house here three years ago," she murmured, tilting her head to the side.Naomi chuckled softly beside her. "Oh, you still rem
The morning sun cast its golden light upon the mansion, as the flowers swayed gracefully in the garden."Gracious Lord, my rice porridge on the fire!"Mrs Sophia exclaimed as she set down the watering can heavily on the ground and quickly rushed through the garden to enter the house...…..."This is it, I need to get out of here," Kristen whispered to herself, darting out from her hiding spot. The entrance door was ajar, and with a surge of urgency, she sprinted toward it. Just as she reached the threshold, ready to make her escape, a voice pierced the air."Excuse me, who are you?" The voice halted her in her tracks. Kristen froze, her breath catching as she turned slowly to face the speaker."Oh, you must be the maid that the 'Your Home We Care' agency sent,"Mrs Sophia’s voice softened as she hurried over. Kristen nodded her head quickly and frantically.Her heart pounded in her chest as she swallowed hard, forcing a nervous smile on her face whileMrs Sophia approached her."We nee
Here, put this on,” Max said after 20 minutes in the store.Kristen looked at him clearly unimpressed.Max sighed and crouched down without another word. He grabbed her ankle and tried to force her foot inside the slipper.Kristen yelped. “Hey! I can do it myself!”He ignored her and pushed her foot further in...only to realize it didn’t fit.Silence...Kristen stared at him... then at the slipper. Max exhaled sharply.“This doesn’t fit me,” Kristen muttered.Max closed his eyes for a second before standing up Kristen looked at him with amusement "You were so confident a minute ago," she teased.Max shot her a look. "Do you want shoes or not?"She sighed dramatically but followed him back inside. "Fine, but this time, let me pick."Max smirked. "As long as we don’t spend another twenty minutes deciding."Kristen rolled her eyes. "No promises."They went inside and Max brought another pair of shoes to her as she met him in the aisle.“How about this?” he said as he went down to try put
He sat comfortably in a temporary office he set up for this business trip… wearing a crisp white shirt with the sleeves slightly rolled up… His fingers absentmindedly twirled a silver pen as he tapped against the desk.His iPad screen split open… with one side showing the documents he reviewed..., his sharp eyes scanning every word. On the other side, his mind wandered off as muted images of Kristen emerged like distant memories."I was trying to save you, you ungrateful jerk," Kristen said.Cut to another memory.....Kristen glared at him with fiery eyes, arguing as her lips trembled while she held back words she refused to utter…Max exhaled sharply and blinked back to reality. He straightened the paper in front of him but found himself reading the same line over and over again."What the hell…" He shook his head and leaned back with an annoyed sigh.He threw the pen onto the desk as he rubbed his temple. He closed his eyes for a second… and that happened to be a big mistake.Flashes
What is it that he has that will bring us down? Mr. Valtor said as he flipped through files in his old office with his heart rising.A knock on the door pulled him from his haste, and he stood still."Come in," he said.The door opened and a lady stepped in.....holding a different batch of files in her hands."Sir, these are the reports you requested.""Leave them on the desk," Mr. Valtor exhaled and said.Immediately after the lady left, he rushed to it and flipped through the pages with intense speed."Where is it?" he said, brushing his hair as he looked furious. After not finding anything, he groaned and pushed all the files onto the floor."What exactly was he talking about?" Mr. Valtor said as he removed his glasses, placed them on the table, and started fuming."I know what Creed is capable of," he said….…DubaiKristen slowly opened her eyes while stretching her arms across the bed. As she realized she was no longer on the couch, she sat up quickly.“How did I end up here?” sh
He banged the door shut and within a second, he returned with a towel. Without even looking at her, he threw it at her and muttered, “Dry yourself off before you catch a cold.”Kristen caught the towel but glared at him. “You’re calling me reckless? You were the one acting like you had a death wish! I thought you were drowning, you ungrateful jerk!” she snapped.Max stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. “I don’t need you to save me,” he said coldly.“Well, maybe I don’t need you either,” Kristen retorted. “You should have left me to die there since that’s what you want for me.”Max shook his head. “I won’t leave you to have a peaceful death either. I’ll make sure you have a slow, painful one when I discover your true self.”Their eyes met, both breathing hard. Max’s jaw tightened before he turned away abruptly. “Next time, mind your own damn business,” he muttered, walking inside with a dripping wet body.He stormed into the washroom, quickly showered, and dried himself off. R
California“I didn’t spare whoever it was, ma’am. I showed where the power lies, and you don’t....” Mrs Sophia said on the phone as she continued to rant.“Hello… hello… hello… Mrs. Lena? Hello? Oh, I guess the network in Spain is that bad,” Mrs Sophia said as she hung up the call. She placed the phone back in its book. She had a bruise on her forehead and, right after the call, went to continue doing the laundry........SpainLena’s heart pounded as she held the phone in her hands, her eyes wide open.“How did this even happen? Where is Kristen? Did Max get rid of her after I left?” she said as she wondered.She sank back into the plush hotel couch, still holding onto her phone tightly. Her hands trembled as she scrolled through her messages.“I hope Max has finally done what he’s supposed to do. Sent her far away from us........What if she tells him everything…” Lena muttered as her mood suddenly changed for the worse.Quickly, she tapped on her phone and began dialling Max’s number
Mr Green stood confidently at the front of the room, a pointer in his hand, as he tapped the screen displaying a series of flowcharts and diagrams.“And here is the plan...” he said, slightly smiling as he took charge.He paused dramatically, scanning the room as if daring anyone to interrupt.“If the first plan doesn’t go as expected, we’ll be forced to move to the second... or even the third.”He clicked the remote, and the screen shifted to a more complex set of projections. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the projector, and all eyes were on the screen.“Our success depends on precision. Any mistakes will cost us more than just time,” he added, shifting his gaze toward everyone.One of the employees hesitated before raising their hand slightly.“Sir, don’t you think Plan C might..”“Plan C is the last resort. We focus on Plan A and execute it perfectly. Understood?” Mr. Green interrupted curtly.The employee quickly nodded, sinking back into their seat.“Good. Then I
He clutched his stomach, doubling over in agony as he stumbled forward. His breaths came in short gasps as he pushed the door open.Still hunched over, he fumbled to lock the door behind him before dragging himself further inside. He stumbled toward the bed with visible effort and let himself fall heavily onto it. His body sank into the mattress as he clutched his wrists.He used his free hand to pull off the mask from his face, revealing his swollen features and a trail of blood slipping down his cheek. His teeth clenched as a sharp hiss escaped, anger simmering beneath the pain.Grabbing at his shirt, he yanked it off, exposing bruises and marks scattered across his skin. Each movement made breathing harder, his chest heaving unevenly.Without wasting a second, he stumbled into the washroom and turned the faucet on. The cool water mixed with the blood on his face, trickling down in streaks as he splashed it repeatedly over his skin.He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His chee
SpainLena posed confidently as the photographer clicked the photos, capturing her with the brand's latest products. She held the items delicately, wearing her signature smile, as she knew exactly how to pose for the camera.“That’s a wrap!” the director called out as he clapped his hands.Lena smiled brightly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as the crew began packing up. Her assistant hurried over, holding out her ringing phone.She glanced at the screen, rolled her eyes, and muttered, “Not now,” before grabbing the phone. Without another word, she strutted off toward the washroom...Once inside, Lena quickly checked over her shoulder to ensure no one had followed her. She closed the door.. locked it, and turned the tap on, letting the water run. Holding her phone with both hands, she leaned in close, her face just inches from the screen as she dialled a number.“I told you not to call me,” she snapped.A man’s voice responded on the other end, too muffled to make out clearly.“Do
“At least say something,” Kristen said as she dragged herself to follow him.“Miss Kristen, I was instructed to ensure you boarded this flight. All your questions will be answered once you arrive,” Mr. Green said, finally stopping near the check-in counters and turning to face her.Kristen’s heart raced as she searched his face for any hint of explanation but found none. Reluctantly, she glanced at the bustling airport around her and muttered under her breath, “Is Mr. Anderson behind this? Has he finally decided to throw me somewhere far away from this world?”Mr. Green gave her a reassuring nod. “Have a safe flight, Miss Kristen. Enjoy yourself,” he said with a slight bow.Kristen mirrored his gesture, bowing lightly. She watched him step aside, his sharp eyes now fixed on her, as if ensuring she wouldn’t make a run for it.The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal, and Mr. Green subtly signaled her to proceed. Kristen sighed, nodded in acknowledgment, and turned to walk t