Oneil played the clueless on what is the meaning behind the name of The Carolus Foundation. He knew that there was something missing but he cannot put himself into curiosity or else his mother might get hurt about it. So when Gwyneth dropped a mysterious message that they finally found Carolus, he stayed inside the leased manor, not sure when should he go to Bayanihan to meet his family. He was silent and only proceeded to read a book on the living room, not sure of what to do next.But the door bell rings, and having enough patience in case that it was just the kids pulling a prank, he went on to see who was it.“Essi!” he delightedly said. “Come in.”Essi nodded and placed her shoes on the rack. Oneil gave her a pair of home slippers before walking through the foyer and then to the living room.“Are you taking a break?” Essi noticed the cozy setting of his living room and the perfect ambiance of the coffee with the books and the moonlight on the coffee table.“Sort of,” Oneil answe
Victor doesn’t know how to react although he has somehow acknowledged that everything around is real. Latifa wouldn’t mind keeping another celebration day in Mariano Ancestral House because of the joy she cannot deny after meeting Carolus. There are no other guests with them except for Minerva and her family. Victor could see how Gwyneth is secretly delighted sitting next to Paco. It is the same wonder to him how did his mother get able to convince Minerva to go inside the house which she disliked to even remember.“Madame, it is so much an honor to be invited for a very special day for your family,” Minerva said and was personally happy for Latifa’s choice of taking the center garden as a place for their dinner. Apparently, it is less burdensome for her to go inside the lot of Mariano Ancestral House since this portion of the center garden was not included in the real acquisition.“It’s my first time here. It’s good,” Paco also commented. “Well, delight yourselves. Because today, m
Victor knew that entering the household of the Mercators is not as easy as getting welcomed by his own family. It felt like eyes were on him, waiting for these beholders to shrug at the different culture Victor was showing to them. He tried his best to move in a formal way. But at the end of the day, it was just his immediate family who kept on talking to him. He waited for Grant’s reaction or even just a simple speech. But he only said a few words.“So this is Carolus after all?” Grant said while looking at Latifa. When Latifa responded to him, he only nodded and silently went to the second floor of the manor. It felt like forever until he was left alone in his room where he could recollect himself and see how far things go on in his life. But even the interiors of his room cannot allow him to have that luxury. So he went towards the balcony to see any difference of Bordeaux in the perspective of a Mercator mansion. Before he could look down, he saw Grant sitting silently on the oth
Days remained as a good time for the Mercators to enjoy because Carolus has returned. Essi, on the other side, had other things going on in her life too. Telling even a simple thing from that feels like ruining the Mercators’ joy. So she headed after the day’s work with no better thoughts in her mind except to go home immediately. She believes that if she could just get back in an hour to her Amakan house, she can still manage her headache. But the traffic was so congested, even the gates to the Bayanihan felt like a gateway to a road rage. It seems like she will arrive late. Or maybe by seeing a familiar figure waiting outside her house deemed her to realize that the traffic congestion was supposed to get herself escape an unknown event to unfold.“What is Marika doing here?” Just the sight of this woman is enough to give her a sign that she has to deal with her own problems again. “But what’s up with her?”“Ma’am is this the place?” the taxi driver asked.Essi doesn’t have enough t
Essi doesn’t know if it is just her impatience or her headache kicking again when she set herself to go home. Pressure was pumping through her heart by the sneaky expectation that Marika must be there again to wreak another issue. Earning another driver who keeps on blabbering why Bayanihan has to be this far, although it wasn’t, is already enough to hit her unnerving meter. When she found a store a few more meters away from her house, she opted to stop there. She gave the payment without words and didn’t bother to give a tip. She hated herself until she reached the front of the store. Minerva was also sitting on the side and Essi must have missed her greeting. Minerva didn’t earn a response. She only observed Essi until the lady could recognize her.“Can you give me medicine for a headache?” Essi asked. She waited until the store owner gave her a familiar pill for headache. Minerva was startled by that and went next to her to buy similar pills only of different brands. She frantica
Most of our worries decide in themselves to fade away. But just for one reason, they return without notice. For a few days, the intrigue about the counterfeit product subsided in Essi’s subconscious. But while she was analyzing the market to see the trend of the resources being invested, she saw the news of Dolto Pharmaceuticals planning to have its IPO in the next quarter. Julia was working by her side and noticed how she gazed with scrutiny at the reports. “My colleagues were also talking about their IPO,” Julia said. “But seeing the trends and how they are not yet moving about the issues of counterfeit products, it would be advisable to not invest in their stocks for the next two years.”“Well, if changes would apply, why not?” Essi was somehow trying to harbor all the bits remaining to have a benefit of the doubt for this company. She has personal issues with Corrine but that doesn't mean that she has to settle in it to forfeit further relations with its parent company that has
There is a need for endurance in bearing a knowledge of a thing that was supposed to be a secret. But while Essi has to wait for Oneil, she can't deny the pressure rising against her chest by noticing that it has been days since the last time that Onel told her that he would come to her. Back then, it was her subtle jealousy that made her impatient for his calls. But now, it is her worry for him. It feels like somewhere in the manor, Oneil was talking with the other Mercators, painstakingly making the best solution on how they should deal with the issue of the Doltos if worse case scenarios might come tapping the fragile popularity of the Mercator Group.She was staring at her phone, estimating when it would be the best time to call him again since he missed the first one for this day. She was holding back in trying to ensure that she was not disturbing him in her meeting. But is it a good choice to not insist?She glanced around and found Julia outside her office excitedly bringing a
If ever there was a right thing that Oneil did, that is to take the chance of believing in Essi after many times that he would refuse to listen. It could barely cover up what he did back when Essi was pursuing him. Somehow, it helped him to prevent the Mercator Group from further cohesion with the Doltos subsidiary group. The Mercator Shareholders managed to cancel such a move by taking their veto right into action. Oneil looks at Essi lovingly for showing her care to them. He held her hand while saying thank you.“How did they confirm this?”“Well, although Grant was somehow convinced about what I was saying, Victor spearheaded the new due diligence team to find this out. The issue about the fraudulent ingredients is confirmed.”It was indeed to not get involved with them. Because in the first place, no one among the Mercator Group knew about this stunt. They never thought that Dolto Pharmaceuticals would do something just to destroy themselves. “We were quick to do something bef
Essi has always believed that meeting people like the Binici Siblings meant a good thing --that be it in business or social partnerships. But what Karina offers to her is quite different. Her words have stronger meaning underneath their simplicity as if Katrina had been always trying to interfere in Essi and Oneil’s lives. “So you people are just engaged. It means there is still a greater possibility for any of you to quit, right?” she asked Essi with a hint of excitement. Her words simply do not respect the relationship between the two. Essi chose to not pay attention to it. But Katrina was bugging her in another way by trying to set Essi up with Wyath for coffee nothings and casual dinner. “I do not have much time. If this meeting does not make any sense, then I won’t go, Miss Binici,” Essi declined. “My brother is willing to marry the girl he likes,” Katrina inserted just to make the phone call go on. “Really? That’s good for him then,” Essi commented but was about to excuse he
When everything got settled, she found herself already bringing the large paper bag filled with the three casings where the jewels in their trinket boxes are placed. Her chauffeur waited for her outside and walked with her down the stairs of the auction house. Her car is also set to conclude her night from the Legalion. But before she took a step, Wyath went to her again. “Essi, since it is rare for us to meet, may I ask for your contact number?” Wyath was implying the personal one. “Okay,” Essi said and gave him her number. “But you should also give yours since my phone automatically sets an unknown number as spam.” When they got done exchanging numbers, Katrina went to Wyath to remind him that they must go home now. “Essi, it was nice to meet you. We’ll go ahead for now,” Katrina bid and dragged her brother to their car. “Will you still proceed to the hotel madame?” her chauffeur asked. “Yes, you can also take your time to enjoy things around,” Essi grinned and reminded him ab
It is the actual bidding night. With the preparation of the lights and the friendly interiors of the Legalion Action House, Essi knows this night shall be friendly to her vision. She takes a simple white dress with puff sleeves and white heels. She takes a silk cloth as her headband. Her appearance for the night is elegance mingled with youth and enthusiasm.“Welcome, Madame Essi,” the guard said upon recognizing her card. “This way please.”Essi followed the red carpet leading them to the Jewel Auction Hall No. 1. It is her first time to join an auction by herself. Oftentimes, she would just accompany a family member when they would like to purchase something from the auction. She continued walking around and not recognizing any familiar faces around the auction hall except Wyath. Wyath quickly noticed her too when he turned around. He approached her with a smile. He even introduced his sister to her.“This is my sister, Katrina. She’s the reason why we’d like to buy some of the Maes
Essi had a simple target in heading to Normandy. The Legalion Auction House announced its 25th jewelry auction. Essi was never attentive towards auctions. But this one sets a great importance in her agenda because it was the jewelry collection made by Maestro Marco. She had two important target items because of the discovery that she arrived upon studying the decoration and details on the jewelry portfolio of her grandmother Priscilla. Two pieces of jewelry are no more in the possession of the Paulsson household. It suddenly became included in the auction series of the Legalion because it is made by Maestro Marco.The first piece was dubbed as Ingrid’s because Essi’s grandfather had especially commissioned the jewel maker to make a bluebird-inspired jewelry as a ready gift for his daughter once she will be brought to the world. And yet the owner, continued sleeping.The second piece was a fancy yellow diamond about 80 carats filled with many more white diamonds on its side, forming l
Victor has to weigh many company concerns. First, for the Amyrgia-Gautarza. Second, to Essi’s Gautarza Company and third, to the Mercator Group. Concerning the first two, he can see the clear directions on how the owners would take their future paths. But for the Mercator Group, he couldn’t see exactly where it even errs or go on correctly.He became an instant breadwinner with a clear source of income because the other Mercators in their humble barn house have to lie low for a while. His great ally on the discussion for the Mercator Group was his father.“Our hope in raising this alarm is to the interim chairman himself,” Paulo said. “If only he could also be cooperative to us.”“I don’t see any reason though that he wouldn’t,” Victor stated. “That is why I talked to him about the deliberation of a new policy concerning the selling and purchase of shares.”“What do you see is the problem about the shares then?”“I see some problems of the old policy. It may allow the shareholders to
Sometimes, amid all trials, one couldn’t help but wonder how others felt for them. It was in Victor especially when he regarded how Mr. Arlelle must have reacted to the fate that chased the Mercators. Yet, hoping to be always in his favor, Victor could only remain in silent and work with perseverance. It must have been a good asset that he was not heard as a Mercator because no one would chase him in the hopes to scoop out a splice of an information that can serve a cup of tea. Victor was on his way back to Arlelle’s office, bringing the reports about the recent confirmations he received on his email. But while he was outside the office, he heard some key people of Amyrgia-Gautarza.“How come that you still keep him sir? Is he not a member of the Mercators? It is quite unsettling.”“How can I not when he is still officially a part of the Amyrgia-Gautarza? And what has he done then that he should be fired out?”“But he is a Mercator.”Victor couldn’t deny that maybe in the business wor
Because of the conversation Lady Imeldine and Latifa had in the dining room, Grant went to them with some mud on his jumper and polo. He was worried that Latifa cried again while no one was watching.A shine light hit his eye when he tried to look at what is on the table. He marched slowly until he could see what is inside the box.“Is this your last jewel that you would sell, Latifa?” he asked because he couldn’t recognize the jewel.It was pretty understandable. Because he was never able to see this ring right from its bidding and until his wife’s death. It was Paulo who kept it because Grant didn’t know about the many things that his wife bought.His daughter-in-law didn’t answer yet but his recognition was also now to the visitor. “Your highness,” Grant said. He bowed even lower because he is ashamed of his situation. Knowing that Lady Imeldine was a shareholder, it would be harder to explain his situation to the royalty.“Please, may you be comfortable in dealing with me for I am
It was surely a grave offense that Louis made only to stain the reputation of the house of the Emirvas. But Lady Imeldine couldn’t even make greater punishment against him by sending him back to their country because he would face more grievous repercussions from the entire royal clan concerning the ring. After all, she has compassion to this lad who was also alike to her, almost impossible to receive the crown. He is but a royal and yet has to live in a manner that could promote his name despite the absence of the crown.So Louis was grounded in the rest house and every inch of his move was under Lady Imeldine’s strict supervision. When he tried to beg to his aunt that maybe he could go with her to talk to Essi, she glared at him.“Isn’t it enough that you made a careless work here?” she snarled. “Louis! You even brought shame to our family in front of the Paulssons.”“I’m sorry,” Louis cried out barely having any sincerity since he said out of annoyance to his aunt’s endless squawk
When the prompt for writing kicks, it is sometimes hard to stop the feeling of typing it all. But when Essi got done, she was unsure on how she should continue her article. Because there was something missing about the details of the maestro. Until she remembered what Marco’s wife said when she asked why is it okay for them to look.“It’s just like our twins are also cheering for him.”Essi’s tears escaped from her eyes. Now she’s doubting if she should tell his story. She tried to call Oneil and glad that he had also picked up.“Why? Are you alright?” Oneil asked because it is still not yet 11PM. It means Essi must be still working for something. “But with all the curiosity that Essi has, she hesitated in asking.“Come on, you can tell me,” almost pleaded because when silence starts to answer, it means a bothersome case.“Did Sir Marco ever tell you that he would like some people to interview him? He’s quite famous as a master jeweler.”“You were inspired to write about him, is it?”