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, making demands, cheating with other girls, throwing tantrums, and generally acting like a spoiled child when things didn’t go his way. Katty paced back and forth, her mind racing. Could Larry be the reason for Aki’s sudden withdrawal? It seemed likely. Every time Larry came around, Aki’s mood darkened, her eyes lost their usual spark, and she seemed drained. Impulsively, Katty grabbed her phone from the desk. She needed answers. She scrolled through her contacts until she found Larry’s number. Her thumb hovered over the call button for a moment as she debated whether or not this was a good idea. But she needed to know. She needed to find out if Larry was behind whatever was going on with Aki. She pressed the call button. The phone rang twice before Larry answered, his voice immediately grating on her nerves. “Katty! To what do I owe the pleasure?” His tone was slick, too self-assured, as if he already knew he had the upper hand in the conversation. Katty didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Larry, where’s Aki? Have you seen her lately?” There was a pause on the other end, and Katty could almost hear the smirk forming on his face before he replied. “Why do you care? Aki’s just busy. You know how she gets. She’ll be fine.” Katty’s grip on the phone tightened. “Busy doing what, exactly? She hasn’t been in the office for hours, and she’s not answering her phone.” Larry chuckled, the sound of it sending a chill down Katty’s spine. “What’s it to you? Aki’s a big girl. She doesn’t need her secretary worrying about her every move.” Katty opened her mouth to respond when she suddenly heard a commotion outside her cubicle. Loud, obnoxious voices were filtering through the door. One of them, unmistakably, was Larry’s. She blinked, confused, and then it clicked. She quickly ended the call and rushed toward the door, heart pounding. The noise grew louder as she approached, and as she swung the door open, the scene before her made her stomach churn. Larry stood in the middle of the boutique, his face red, his voice loud enough to echo off the walls. He was clearly drunk, his words slurred but filled with anger and arrogance. A small crowd of employees had gathered around, their expressions ranging from concerned to downright uncomfortable. “Where’s Aki?” Larry demanded, his eyes scanning the room like a predator searching for prey. “Where is she? She’s ignoring me, and I don’t appreciate being ignored!” Katty’s blood boiled. Larry’s behavior was embarrassing enough on a normal day, but now, in front of the employees and Nate, who was standing off to the side with his arms crossed, this was crossing a line. “What the hell are you doing here, Larry?” Katty shouted as she marched toward him, her voice cutting through the noise. “You’re making a scene. Aki’s not here.” Larry turned to face her, his eyes narrowing. “I need to talk to her. She’s been disrespecting me! She’s my girlfriend, and she thinks she can just ignore me? No way!” Katty felt a surge of anger rise in her chest. She had dealt with Larry’s entitled nonsense for years, but this was a new low, even for him. She stepped closer, her voice calm but laced with fury. “Aki hasn’t been in the office for a while now, and she hasn’t been answering her phone,” she said, keeping her tone measured. “She has every right not to answer you, Larry. You don’t own her, and you certainly don’t get to barge in here and demand answers like some kind of spoiled child.” Larry’s face twisted with frustration, his arrogance seeping through every pore. “She doesn’t have the right to refuse me! I’m her boyfriend! She owes me an explanation.” Katty scoffed. “She owes you nothing. You don’t get to control her, and you certainly don’t get to talk about her like she’s your property.” By now, the employees were watching intently, clearly uncomfortable with the unfolding drama but unable to look away. Nate, though silent, kept his eyes trained on Larry, ready to intervene if things escalated further. Larry, realizing he wasn’t getting the response he wanted, took a step back, shaking his head in disbelief. “You think you know everything, don’t you? But you don’t know what’s going on between us. Aki has been acting like this for months, and I’m not going to let her treat me like I’m nothing!” Katty felt a wave of disgust wash over her. Larry was a walking, talking example of toxic entitlement, and seeing him like this made her wonder how Aki had ever put up with him for so long. Nearly five years of this? It was insane. Katty didn’t bother hiding her disdain as she stared him down. “Aki has every right to decline you, Larry. She doesn’t need to explain herself to you or anyone. You’re the one who’s nothing in this situation. You’ve treated her like trash for years, and I don’t know why she hasn’t dumped you already.” For a moment, Larry looked as if he might explode. His face turned an alarming shade of red, and he clenched his fists at his sides. But instead of continuing the argument, he turned sharply on his heel and stormed toward the exit. “You’d better call me when she shows up,” Larry growled over his shoulder. “I’m not done with this.” As the door swung shut behind him, Katty stood there, her heart pounding with residual anger. The employees began to disperse, whispering among themselves, clearly shaken by the confrontation. Nate stayed where he was, watching her with a concerned expression. Katty let out a long breath, running a hand through her hair. “I can’t believe she stayed with him for so long,” she muttered, half to herself. Nate approached her slowly, his arms still crossed. “Neither can I. He’s always been an ass, but this… this is a whole new level.” Katty glanced at him, feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and relief that he had witnessed the whole thing. “You don’t think he’ll try anything stupid, do you?” Nate shook his head. “Not while he’s drunk, at least. But who knows what he’ll do when he sobers up.” Katty’s mind raced with thoughts of Aki. Larry was clearly unstable, and now that he had been publicly humiliated, there was no telling how he would react. But more than that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Aki’s absence was connected to all of this. Larry’s behavior, Aki’s situation—it all felt like pieces of a puzzle she couldn’t quite put together. “I don’t understand how Aki could have been with him for so long,” Katty said, her voice quiet now. “She’s too smart for that. Too strong.” Nate nodded. “People stay in bad relationships for a lot of reasons. Fear, loyalty, guilt… sometimes they just think they don’t deserve better.” Katty frowned. Aki didn’t seem like the type to let someone like Larry push her around, but then again, people could hide a lot behind closed doors. Maybe Aki had been suffering in silence for years, putting on a brave face while dealing with Larry’s manipulative behavior. The thought made Katty’s stomach turn. She couldn’t stand the idea of Aki, her strong, confident boss, being reduced to that. “I’m going to find her,” Katty said suddenly, her voice firm with determination. “I don’t care what it takes, but I’m going to make sure she’s okay.” Nate raised an eyebrow. “Do you even know where to start?” Katty shrugged, though the weight of uncertainty settled on her shoulders. “I’ll figure it out. I have to.” Nate studied her for a moment before nodding. “Let me know if you need help. I’ll be around.” Katty watched as Nate walked away, leaving her standing alone in the now-quiet boutique. The sun had set outside, casting long shadows across the room, but inside, the tension still lingered, heavy and oppressive. Katty stared at her phone again, her thumb hovering over Aki’s contact. She had tried calling her boss multiple times throughout the day, but there had been no response. No texts, no calls back. Nothing.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
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