Katty paced nervously back and forth in the small, cluttered office of the Magic Fashion Boutique. The warm afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room. The soft ticking of the wall clock seemed louder than usual in the stillness. A neat desk was placed against the far wall, with papers, fabric swatches, and a few scattered sketches spread across its surface. Katty's eyes kept darting toward the phone on the desk, hoping it would finally ring with some sign of life from her boss, Aki.
It was unusual, this silence. Aki was always on top of things. If anything, she was the type of person who would call several times just to check in, especially with such an important appointment lined up today. Katty’s stomach churned with anxiety. Kaye, one of their most prominent clients, was supposed to visit today to review the final design for her wedding gown. And Kaye had specifically requested to meet with Aki. But Aki wasn’t here. More alarmingly, Aki wasn’t picking up her phone. Katty had called her six times in the past half hour. Each time, it went straight to voicemail. Her heart raced faster with every unanswered call, imagining the worst scenarios. Had something happened to Aki? She checked her messages again, her fingers trembling slightly, but there was nothing. No updates. No texts. Just radio silence. She couldn’t sit still. The thought of Kaye arriving before Aki sent a jolt of panic through her. She tried to remind herself that Kaye was usually patient and easygoing, but this was her wedding gown—a custom design that she had been dreaming about for months. Aki was the only one who truly understood Kaye’s vision. Katty didn’t know how she could possibly face Kaye without Aki by her side. Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door, and Katty jumped, startled out of her thoughts. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up to see Nate, one of the boutique’s employees, standing in the doorway. He was tall and lean, with a casual, easygoing manner that usually put everyone at ease. But even Nate seemed a bit out of sorts as he took in Katty’s anxious expression. “Hey,” Nate said, his brow furrowing in concern. “Everything okay? You look… really worried.” Katty let out a shaky breath, trying to compose herself, but the stress was too much to hide. She shook her head, running a hand through her short, dark hair. “It’s Aki. She’s not here. And she’s not picking up her phone.” Nate’s eyes widened slightly at that, and he stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. “Wait, Aki’s not here? What do you mean? She was supposed to be here hours ago, right?” Katty nodded, biting her lip. “Yes, exactly. She was supposed to be here to meet Kaye—she’s coming in today to see the final design for her wedding gown. Kaye wanted to meet with Aki personally, and Aki knew how important this was.” She gestured toward the phone on the desk. “But I’ve called her over and over, and she’s not answering. It’s not like her at all.” Nate ran a hand through his messy blond hair, clearly trying to process the situation. “That doesn’t sound like Aki,” he said, echoing Katty’s thoughts. “She wouldn’t just go off the grid like that, especially not today. Did she say anything before she left yesterday? Did she seem… I don’t know, off?” Katty shook her head again. “No, everything was normal. We went over the final touches on the gown yesterday, and she was excited to show Kaye. She didn’t mention any other plans or anything.” Her voice grew more strained as she continued. “But now I’m starting to worry that something’s happened. What if she’s… I don’t know, in trouble or something?” Nate shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure of what to say. He was used to handling last-minute changes and fashion emergencies, but this felt different. There was an undercurrent of fear in Katty’s voice that unsettled him. He had known Aki for a long time, and she was one of the most reliable, focused people he’d ever met. If she wasn’t answering her phone, something was definitely off. He glanced at the clock, noting that it was already past noon. Kaye would be arriving in less than an hour. “I don’t know what’s going on,” Nate said slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you’re right. This isn’t like Aki. Maybe something did happen.” His gaze flickered to the phone on the desk, but he didn’t really know what else to suggest. “Should we… try calling her again? Or maybe reach out to her family?” “I’ve tried calling her every five minutes,” Katty said with a grimace. “It just goes straight to voicemail. I don’t want to panic yet, but—” She paused, taking a deep breath. “But I’m scared. And if Kaye shows up before Aki gets here, what am I supposed to say?” Nate’s mind raced, trying to think of some solution, but nothing came to him. Aki was the heart of the Magic Fashion Boutique. She was the designer, the visionary, the one who made everything run smoothly. Without her here, they were floundering. He could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on him, and he didn’t know how to lift it. “I guess we just… stall for time,” Nate said, though his voice lacked confidence. “We’ll have to explain that Aki got held up. Maybe… maybe we can show Kaye the dress ourselves? You’ve been involved in the process too, right?” Katty looked at him, her eyes wide with anxiety. “I’ve helped with the details, yes, but I’m not Aki. Kaye came here for Aki. What if she’s disappointed? What if she hates it without Aki’s explanation?” Nate hesitated, not sure what to say. Katty’s worry was contagious, and now he was starting to feel the pressure too. “We’ll figure it out,” he said, trying to sound reassuring, though the words felt hollow. “But first, let’s just hope Aki calls back soon. Maybe there’s a simple explanation. Maybe she got stuck somewhere or her phone died.” Katty nodded, though she didn’t look convinced. She paced the office again, her hands wringing together. “I hope you’re right, Nate. I really do. But if Kaye gets here before Aki does…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought. Nate sighed, leaning against the edge of the desk. His mind was spinning with possibilities, none of them good. He didn’t like to jump to conclusions, but something felt off about this whole situation. Aki wouldn’t just disappear. And if she was in trouble… He shook the thought away, focusing on the immediate problem. “Let’s just prepare for Kaye’s arrival,” he said finally. “We’ll do our best to keep her happy until Aki gets here. Hopefully, we won’t have to wait long.” Katty nodded again, though her nerves were still evident in the way she kept glancing at the phone. The minutes seemed to stretch on endlessly as they waited, both of them silently hoping for Aki’s familiar voice to break the tension. But the phone remained silent, and the weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air.Katty stood in Aki’s office, staring at the door Nate had just exited through. She could still feel the tension in the air, thick and stifling, as if something invisible but real had been left behind after the conversation. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. It gnawed at her, tugging at the edges of her mind.Her thoughts wandered back to Aki, her boss and mentor, the talented and graceful woman who had taught her almost everything she knew about the fashion industry. Lately, Aki had seemed distant, like she was hiding behind a polished veneer of calm. Aki had always been private, but now she was unreachable, and too far to reach on. Katty couldn’t help but feel that it had something to do with Larry. That arrogant son of the city mayor had been dating Aki for years, and even though Katty had always found him insufferable, she kept her opinions to herself out of respect for Aki. But the last few months had been different. Larry had been showing up more often, ma
I've already taken care of the accident, Dylan,” Mr. Belgeorence began, his voice smooth yet laced with an undertone of danger. “It was free from the knowledge of the media and the police, and I've silenced the necessary parties.”Dylan, seated at the opposite end, gave a slow nod, his fingers tracing the edge of a whiskey glass without taking a sip. He wasn’t entirely surprised by Belgeorence’s words. The man was known to have a reach far beyond legal confines, though it wasn’t something spoken about openly. It was the unspoken truth that made Belgeorence both powerful and dangerous.“I offered them enough money to shut their mouths up,” Belgeorence continued, pacing slowly across the room. “All witnesses have been handled. I deleted footage from every source. The traffic cams, the nearby buildings—anything that could possibly identify the accident is gone.”He stopped in front of Dylan, leaning down slightly as if to make his point clearer. “It’s as though it never happened.”Dylan
Dylan sat in the grand living room of his mansion, the warmth of the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the hardwood floors. Despite the elegance and comfort of his surroundings, he felt a tightness in his chest, a gnawing sense of unease that refused to leave him. His thoughts were tangled, consumed by the words of his lawyer, Mr. Belgeorence, who had just left the mansion.Dylan could still hear the lawyer’s words ringing in his ears, heavy with legal jargon and the weight of unfortunate reality. It wasn’t that the news itself was unexpected; it was that it came at a time when he was least capable of handling it. His fiancée, Kaye, had been hospitalized for over a days now, recovering from a car accident that had shaken him to his core. The accident had happened so suddenly, so unpredictably, that Dylan hadn’t yet been able to fully grasp its impact. Seeing Kaye lying motionless in the hospital bed, wires and tubes surrounding her, had made him feel utterly powerless. And now
Dylan Forteros adjusted his cufflinks, the smooth fabric of his black tuxedo gleaming faintly under the morning sun as he slid behind the wheel of his black sports car. The sleek, low-slung vehicle growled to life, and he effortlessly guided it out of his lavish driveway. It was early, yet the day was already filled with the energy of the city that never slept. The rhythmic pulse of the streets, the hum of traffic, and the distant clamor of people beginning their routines set the stage for what promised to be a busy day.As he sped down the main boulevard, the city skyline rising ahead of him, Dylan’s mind was already on his company. F. Newspapers and Magazines was one of the largest media empires in the country, and he was its driving force. His reputation as a sharp, strategic thinker had earned him respect in an industry that had no patience for hesitation or failure. Today was particularly important, and though his outward appearance was as calm and collected as ever, his thoughts
Dylan glanced back at Chloe, who was standing there in front of his desk, her posture tense, her lips slightly parted as though she had something more to say. Her blue eyes held a flicker of confusion, and he could feel the weight of her unspoken questions. But he didn’t give her the chance. With a deliberate, controlled motion, he stood from his chair, shoulders squared, conviction solidifying within him."Abort the project," Dylan said, his voice devoid of hesitation.Chloe blinked, clearly startled. She held a thick folder of documents, the finalized paperwork for the publication of Hotel de Montemayor. The project was in its final stages. The launch was scheduled. Everything was set. And yet here was Dylan, tossing it aside.“Wait… really, Dylan?” Chloe stammered, taking a step closer to his desk, her confusion growing by the second. “I mean, we’re almost there. The press is lined up, the promotional materials are printed. Besides—” she hesitated, her voice softening—"this is the
"What do you mean?" Chloe’s voice held a tone of cautious curiosity as she hovered near Dylan's office door. Her brow furrowed, and her hands clutched the things she carried. As his secretary, she was used to getting straight answers from him—especially when something felt off. Today, everything felt off.Dylan didn’t look up from the paperwork spread across his desk. He hated how much he needed to control himself right now. The office was quiet except for the ticking of a wall clock that seemed to count down his seconds to respond."It's nothing," Dylan finally said, his voice clipped, dismissive. He didn’t mean for it to sound so sharp, but he had to shut down the conversation quickly. He knew that Chloe was perceptive, and if he wasn’t careful, she’d start asking more questions—questions he had no intention of answering.Chloe wasn’t satisfied, but she knew when to back off. Working for Dylan had taught her that. There were times when his silence spoke louder than his words. This w
Jared stood rigid, fists clenched at his sides, glaring at Dylan. The walls of Dylan's office were adorned with accolades and framed covers of past issues—reminders of the success they had both built from the ground up. The company had grown exponentially under Dylan’s leadership, but now, it felt like everything they had worked for was in jeopardy.Dylan, sitting behind his massive oak desk, his usually composed demeanor shattered, had just delivered news that Jared found impossible to accept.“Really, Dylan? After everything we’ve done. After everything we’ve been through!?” Jared’s voice trembled with anger as he spoke. “We planned this all along, Dylan. We spent time and effort, we spent our resources just to make sure this project wouldn’t fail, and now, all of a sudden, you’re going to abort it? What’s wrong with you?”Jared’s frustration was palpable. This project was more than just another publication—it was the culmination of months of work, meetings, and negotiations. The Ho
Jared stormed out of Dylan’s office, slamming the heavy oak door behind him. His mind was reeling with disbelief, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “Dylan has really gone mad!” he muttered under his breath as he briskly walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor.This wasn’t like Dylan. Jared had worked with him for nearly a decade, pouring his heart and soul into the F. Newspapers and Magazines Company. He knew the man well—or at least, he thought he did. Dylan had always been sharp, a strategic thinker, and a leader who could handle the intense pressures of the media world with grace. But lately, something had shifted. The decisions he was making were erratic, nonsensical even. He’d become unpredictable, lashing out at staff, making absurd demands, and issuing orders that seemed to contradict every business strategy they had carefully crafted over the years.Jared paused by the large glass window that overlooked the bustling city below. The late
15“Well… I’m not sure though…” Chloe replied, her voice trailing off as she stared at the floor. The light of the room flickered softly, casting shadows on the walls. Samantha leaned back on the couch, eyes fixed on Chloe, waiting for more.Chloe’s mind began to wander, back to the painful realization she had come to accept—that Dylan would never be hers. Not now, not ever. A dull ache settled in her chest as she thought of him. It felt unreal, like something out of a bad dream she couldn’t shake off. Dylan was about to marry her, Kaye, the woman he had chosen. The woman who now clung to life, fighting a battle Chloe couldn’t even imagine.“I mean… you’re precisely correct that I shared my admiration towards Dylan, but…” she paused, her words hanging heavy in the air. She could feel Samantha’s eyes on her, sharp and inquisitive.“But you know I’ve already accepted that he couldn’t be mine,” Chloe continued, her voice steady now, though the pain underneath it was unmistakable.Samanth
Jared stormed out of Dylan’s office, slamming the heavy oak door behind him. His mind was reeling with disbelief, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “Dylan has really gone mad!” he muttered under his breath as he briskly walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor.This wasn’t like Dylan. Jared had worked with him for nearly a decade, pouring his heart and soul into the F. Newspapers and Magazines Company. He knew the man well—or at least, he thought he did. Dylan had always been sharp, a strategic thinker, and a leader who could handle the intense pressures of the media world with grace. But lately, something had shifted. The decisions he was making were erratic, nonsensical even. He’d become unpredictable, lashing out at staff, making absurd demands, and issuing orders that seemed to contradict every business strategy they had carefully crafted over the years.Jared paused by the large glass window that overlooked the bustling city below. The late
Jared stormed out of Dylan’s office, slamming the heavy oak door behind him. His mind was reeling with disbelief, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “Dylan has really gone mad!” he muttered under his breath as he briskly walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor.This wasn’t like Dylan. Jared had worked with him for nearly a decade, pouring his heart and soul into the F. Newspapers and Magazines Company. He knew the man well—or at least, he thought he did. Dylan had always been sharp, a strategic thinker, and a leader who could handle the intense pressures of the media world with grace. But lately, something had shifted. The decisions he was making were erratic, nonsensical even. He’d become unpredictable, lashing out at staff, making absurd demands, and issuing orders that seemed to contradict every business strategy they had carefully crafted over the years.Jared paused by the large glass window that overlooked the bustling city below. The late
Jared stood rigid, fists clenched at his sides, glaring at Dylan. The walls of Dylan's office were adorned with accolades and framed covers of past issues—reminders of the success they had both built from the ground up. The company had grown exponentially under Dylan’s leadership, but now, it felt like everything they had worked for was in jeopardy.Dylan, sitting behind his massive oak desk, his usually composed demeanor shattered, had just delivered news that Jared found impossible to accept.“Really, Dylan? After everything we’ve done. After everything we’ve been through!?” Jared’s voice trembled with anger as he spoke. “We planned this all along, Dylan. We spent time and effort, we spent our resources just to make sure this project wouldn’t fail, and now, all of a sudden, you’re going to abort it? What’s wrong with you?”Jared’s frustration was palpable. This project was more than just another publication—it was the culmination of months of work, meetings, and negotiations. The Ho
"What do you mean?" Chloe’s voice held a tone of cautious curiosity as she hovered near Dylan's office door. Her brow furrowed, and her hands clutched the things she carried. As his secretary, she was used to getting straight answers from him—especially when something felt off. Today, everything felt off.Dylan didn’t look up from the paperwork spread across his desk. He hated how much he needed to control himself right now. The office was quiet except for the ticking of a wall clock that seemed to count down his seconds to respond."It's nothing," Dylan finally said, his voice clipped, dismissive. He didn’t mean for it to sound so sharp, but he had to shut down the conversation quickly. He knew that Chloe was perceptive, and if he wasn’t careful, she’d start asking more questions—questions he had no intention of answering.Chloe wasn’t satisfied, but she knew when to back off. Working for Dylan had taught her that. There were times when his silence spoke louder than his words. This w
Dylan glanced back at Chloe, who was standing there in front of his desk, her posture tense, her lips slightly parted as though she had something more to say. Her blue eyes held a flicker of confusion, and he could feel the weight of her unspoken questions. But he didn’t give her the chance. With a deliberate, controlled motion, he stood from his chair, shoulders squared, conviction solidifying within him."Abort the project," Dylan said, his voice devoid of hesitation.Chloe blinked, clearly startled. She held a thick folder of documents, the finalized paperwork for the publication of Hotel de Montemayor. The project was in its final stages. The launch was scheduled. Everything was set. And yet here was Dylan, tossing it aside.“Wait… really, Dylan?” Chloe stammered, taking a step closer to his desk, her confusion growing by the second. “I mean, we’re almost there. The press is lined up, the promotional materials are printed. Besides—” she hesitated, her voice softening—"this is the
Dylan Forteros adjusted his cufflinks, the smooth fabric of his black tuxedo gleaming faintly under the morning sun as he slid behind the wheel of his black sports car. The sleek, low-slung vehicle growled to life, and he effortlessly guided it out of his lavish driveway. It was early, yet the day was already filled with the energy of the city that never slept. The rhythmic pulse of the streets, the hum of traffic, and the distant clamor of people beginning their routines set the stage for what promised to be a busy day.As he sped down the main boulevard, the city skyline rising ahead of him, Dylan’s mind was already on his company. F. Newspapers and Magazines was one of the largest media empires in the country, and he was its driving force. His reputation as a sharp, strategic thinker had earned him respect in an industry that had no patience for hesitation or failure. Today was particularly important, and though his outward appearance was as calm and collected as ever, his thoughts
Dylan sat in the grand living room of his mansion, the warmth of the afternoon sun casting long shadows across the hardwood floors. Despite the elegance and comfort of his surroundings, he felt a tightness in his chest, a gnawing sense of unease that refused to leave him. His thoughts were tangled, consumed by the words of his lawyer, Mr. Belgeorence, who had just left the mansion.Dylan could still hear the lawyer’s words ringing in his ears, heavy with legal jargon and the weight of unfortunate reality. It wasn’t that the news itself was unexpected; it was that it came at a time when he was least capable of handling it. His fiancée, Kaye, had been hospitalized for over a days now, recovering from a car accident that had shaken him to his core. The accident had happened so suddenly, so unpredictably, that Dylan hadn’t yet been able to fully grasp its impact. Seeing Kaye lying motionless in the hospital bed, wires and tubes surrounding her, had made him feel utterly powerless. And now
I've already taken care of the accident, Dylan,” Mr. Belgeorence began, his voice smooth yet laced with an undertone of danger. “It was free from the knowledge of the media and the police, and I've silenced the necessary parties.”Dylan, seated at the opposite end, gave a slow nod, his fingers tracing the edge of a whiskey glass without taking a sip. He wasn’t entirely surprised by Belgeorence’s words. The man was known to have a reach far beyond legal confines, though it wasn’t something spoken about openly. It was the unspoken truth that made Belgeorence both powerful and dangerous.“I offered them enough money to shut their mouths up,” Belgeorence continued, pacing slowly across the room. “All witnesses have been handled. I deleted footage from every source. The traffic cams, the nearby buildings—anything that could possibly identify the accident is gone.”He stopped in front of Dylan, leaning down slightly as if to make his point clearer. “It’s as though it never happened.”Dylan