Hazel's eyes darted around Francisco's room, contemplating the best way to search for the drive she believed he had safely tucked away. The closet seemed like a logical place.His room exuded an air of security, adding to Hazel's conviction that the drive must be stored somewhere well-protected. A dilemma lingered in her mind — should she risk opening the closet? The potential reward battled with the fear of invading Francisco's privacy.Frustrated by the lack of alternatives, Hazel pressed her lips together, determined to find a solution. Her gaze shifted to his table where the laptop and phone sat, tempting her with the possibility of uncovering the elusive drive. She took a deep breath, silently imploring divine intervention.‘God, help me.’‘I want to search his room by hook or by crook.’With a resolve bordering on audacity, Hazel approached the table, fingers trembling as she considered her next move.‘Just a quick look.’She muttered to herself, eyes darting between the laptop
The next day, Hazel awoke to find Francisco absent from bed. It struck her that, once again, she had fallen asleep beside him. Hastily fixing her disheveled dress, she scanned the room, catching the distant sounds emanating from the washroom.‘He must be taking a shower.’A sense of urgency gripped Hazel. ‘I need to do something right now so that he doesn’t suspect me.’She thought. Taking a deep breath, she moved toward the closet, her mind racing.Without a second thought, Hazel opened the closet. She positioned herself strategically, ensuring her actions wouldn't be caught on camera. Swift and decisive, she began her search, digging through drawers and gliding her hands under clothes. Time seemed to compress as Hazel worked with remarkable speed, leaving everything seemingly undisturbed.Her keen instincts guided her, and she executed each move with precision. Every drawer, every crevice was explored in a calculated manner. Hazel left no trace of her intrusion, orchestrating the s
Five days passed, and the dynamics between Hazel and Francisco underwent subtle shifts, bringing them closer. Yet, Hazel maintained a careful boundary, navigating the newfound closeness with a cautious demeanor. During this time, Francisco's restrictions prevented her from going to the office or accompanying him outside.Hazel cooked for him every day, and she seized every opportunity to discreetly explore Francisco's mansion. Despite her knowledge of the security code, she hesitated to venture into his room, wary of surveillance cameras that could potentially betray her actions.On the night Francisco prepared to depart for Georgia, Hazel knew this was her last chance. Determined and with a strategic plan in mind, she took a deep breath.I hope you guys have been there already.Rafael, I hope you are doing well.As the night unfolded, Hazel prepared a spicy meal for Francisco, knowing it would be their last dinner together. Francisco, engrossed in a phone conversation, continued his
Hazel and Francisco settled beside each other as she served him the Spanish dish she had prepared.In his regular way, Francisco extended the first bite toward Hazel, expecting her to taste it before he began eating. However, Hazel deviated from the norm.Instead of accepting the bite, she held his hand and spoke with a touch of vulnerability, "I want you to take the first bite.”“Because I don't know when you are going to return, sir. So, first you eat, then I will."Francisco, touched by her words, smiled and reached out to trace her face. His fingers delicately moved across her cheek, prompting Hazel to lower her gaze momentarily.When he demanded, "Look at me," Hazel met his gaze, finding herself captivated by the intensity in his eyes.With a hint of playful teasing, Francisco added, "I hope you won't poison me."The unexpected comment injected a mix of tension and humor into the moment, causing Hazel's heart to quicken in response.Hazel, despite the nerves that churned within h
Hazel, armed with the obtained pen drive, swiftly unlocked the door and stepped out of Francisco's mansion. Her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, noting the presence of bodyguards both at the entrance and near the main gate. As the designated personal assistant to Francisco, she encountered no interference while leaving the mansion.Navigating her way toward the gate, Hazel's progress was halted by vigilant guards. Their inquisitive gazes fixed upon her as one of them questioned, "Ms., where are you going?"With a confident yet purposeful demeanor, Hazel responded, "I am going out for official work.""I'll be back in one hour."The guards exchanged glances, seemingly uncertain about the abrupt departure.Sensing potential scrutiny, Hazel offered an explanation, "Mr. Francisco can't go right now. I need to handle this on his behalf. He's resting as he has a flight."The guards, though still cautious, seemed to accept Hazel's explanation. However, one of them raised another concern
The taxi came to a sudden halt in front of a nondescript building. In the dimly lit surroundings, it appeared uninhabited. Hazel swiftly exited the taxi and entered the building. Its interior was equally dim, suggesting an absence of occupants.She approached a specific door, knocked cautiously, and after a brief pause, it creaked open. A familiar face greeted her."Hazel!""Robert," she responded in hushed tones, a subtle smile playing on her lips. Her eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a mission well-executed."I think I found it."Robert, Ken, and Peter were gathered in the room, their eyes fixated on a laptop. Startled by Hazel's unexpected entrance, they exchanged tense glances.“Really!”"Hazel, you didn't give us any message," Ken remarked, his voice carrying an air of concern.Hazel took a deep breath, retrieving the critical pen drive from her possession. Displaying it to her comrades, she announced, "I found it."The room filled with a palpable sense of accomplishment and
The team deliberated on Rafael's plan, dissecting its intricacies and potential pitfalls. Hazel, Rafael, Ken, Robert, and Peter gathered around the table, their shared goal uniting them on purpose.Rafael's finger pointed resolutely at the Georgia section of the map, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation."His men will be in this school, likely posing as staff. We need to move swiftly," Rafael emphasized.Hazel, demonstrating her leadership skills, asserted, "We need to go there as soon as possible."Rafael nodded in agreement, "I've already dispatched our team. They'll blend in as casual staff members and inform the school authorities. The cooperation is secured."However, Peter voiced a legitimate concern, "It would be risky."Rafael acknowledged the inherent risks, responding, "Yes, it will be. If we alert the school authorities to cancel classes or close the school for the day, it might tip off Francisco's men, and they'll disappear."The room fell into contemplative si
The atmosphere in the police station changed as Francisco made his dramatic entrance. The news of his arrest had undoubtedly sent shock waves through the entire facility. Sergeant Martin, caught between the allegiance to his corrupt dealings and the fear of being exposed, found himself in a precarious situation.As the word spread, police officers and personnel started gathering, their expressions a mix of curiosity and tension. Martin, unsure of how to navigate this sudden turn of events, felt a knot tightening in his stomach."God, what should I do?" he muttered, the weight of his choices bearing down on him.His loyalties were divided between his role as a police officer and the ties he shared with Francisco, a criminal mastermind.Amid the internal turmoil, a sudden announcement echoed through the station, "They are here.”“Inform everyone."Martin's anxiety heightened, realizing that the moment of reckoning had arrived. He stood up tentatively and began moving towards the entranc