A week of being apart from the company is a Persian shah’s strong and risky move of leaving his kingdom despite the fear of its destitution and impending insurgence. But this is modern times. And the advantage of Essi over a Persian shah is the security to delegate authority and secure the company’s operations even at a distance. What else should hold her back from going to Bordeaux? It’s the sanction. But it wouldn’t hurt if she would just try to check if he’s fine, right?
“Or maybe as long as he doesn’t know that you are around,” Paco supported. The young man was never on bad terms with Essi after having a sudden light of hope in himself that he can retrieve their ancestral house.
He has finally entered it but has no feeling of surprise or disappointment. As if the ancestral house was never a controversy, he leaned comfortably to the window and watched the scene outside.
It is funny how Essi decided to take the premium mansion and settle here for a week wit
Brilliance combined with passion always brings out the best in Essi. The SPAC Meeting has but little significance to Essi’s entire plan. Everything that goes around her do not matter. Despite refusing to appreciate her surroundings and express the noticed changes in it, time is still slow. And what but a joke that other men was beguiled by her beauty when she didn't dolled up herself. She took a simple blazer, a spring blouse, and a sleek black pants. One among them courageously invited her for a dinner. “Since this is the culmination of the conference, may I have the honor to invite you then?" Essi accepted the invitation. But she cut the dinner short enough to halt further irrelevant intentions. “I’m sorry. But I really have to go. I enjoyed having dinner with you.” “How about I drive you home?” It is among Essi’s plans to look for an interval. This could be it. But instead of allowing him to directly bring her to Bordeaux, she still told hi
A day with Oneil is a prized possession that is worth all the toil. She has heard these lines so many times but when it keeps coming back, the words have gotten more serious than the last time Essi told her. Geovensia knew that she wasn’t sober enough last night to realize how her best friend did all these efforts starting from a six-hour drive, a lack of sleep, and full energy at the racecourse. Now, she has to help her by giving a massage. “Essi, how much do you take care of yourself in Bayanihan?” “I don’t know, I can’t remember,” Essi uttered. “Maybe barely.” Geovensia heaved for her. “Essi, I really hope that this man deserves you. You have been busy at your work. But you’re busier for him. You even forgot to take care of yourself.” She jumped out from the couch to look for hydrating sheet masks. After preparing, she carefully placed one for herself and then to Essi. Essi smiled at how Geovensia cared for her. “You’re really into beauty a
The touches of Gothic and Renaissance Period have kissed upon the walls of Porte Cailhau. Essi’s itinerary list was supposed to enjoy the known architectural glory with Oneil. But how can she enjoy this place of triumph and defense when all that her mind attunes to worry about was about the wish? Essi is farther away from Oneil. The man is behind her steps, not saying anything. They kept walking around, eyes on the shops, restaurants, and people on their business. For others, this day may be casual. But for the two of them, it is Essi’s second day of staying for Oneil. Hours have already gone past. But Essi seemed to not be enjoying the place around. “Are you tired? Let’s go to a restaurant,” Oneil said to her. “I’m not hungry,” Essi responded and looked up at the decades-old door. Bricks, faces, cone-shaped turret, and all of the wall’s features, Essi is still able to recognize Porte Cailhau’s essence. Victory is something that must be secured. And even at t
There is a painting in Fantasia Galeria de Aquitaine that captures every beholder to wonder why its classical anonymous painter named it The Weeping Lovers. Others theorized that there might have been a wrong transmission of the title. The interception of time accumulated the thoughts of people and inherited to the next generation a new title of the painting. Essi has the same questions. She couldn’t take off her eyes from the artwork. It is a good thing that they heard of this newly opened gallery. There were many hidden art treasuries in Bordeaux that begins to get uncovered. As for the center of their attention now, Essi could barely imagine the other message of the artwork. Not until she halted and realized some objects beneath the painted willow trees. “The painting cannot just be titled as The Weeping Willow. It’s beyond that,” she stated and was sure that Oneil was listening to her. Oneil glanced at her and waited for her reflections. “It is titled Weeping Lov
Essi’s life has been dreamy these days. Time become an ancient thing. Everything was pleasant. Every little thing with Oneil counts. It feels like there is no end. Until the rain poured. Time gets unfrozen. The bargained days are now done. And yet, she is still unable to bring her main purpose. Her hand hangs on tight on Oneil’s sleeve. She has already prepared herself for this kind of mountain edge to dive back to reality. She wanted to take all the remaining seconds as something to enjoy. But Oneil removed her hand with a reminder about her flight. Oneil has brought her to Charles de Gaulle Airport. Otherwise, it would be heavier to look away. “I can see the uncertainty in your eyes. I know what you meant. But don’t worry, Estella. I’m with you, even from afar, to fight for our future.” Oneil could never set it aside, that there is always something in the way Essi looked at him. Back then, and until now, the mirrors of her soul reveal a thousand words that
Returning to France was supposed to be knowing himself more. But he earned the worse instead. Without a clear direction of who he is. Without the idea of how he can fight for Essi.Now Essi is angry at him. He also blames himself for being silent in the dining room. He rather let his jealousy stand in his way. His eyes were just on Essi’s arm, being held by Victor in the attempt to stop her from fighting with Corrine.His short words were supposed to make him a hero in Essi’s eyes. But she was rather angry. Who would not? He should have told her about this reality that he tried denying in himself. That the Mercators, especially his aunts, uncles, and grandpa already met with the Doltos. Dr. Eugene was not there. The principal on the attempt for a new marriage arrangement was Dr. Eugene’s father.Perhaps, Essi was also angry at Oneil for not telling her that the reason how he and Geovensia got closer was because of the arrangement. He should hav
Oneil’s offer was a little confusing. Nevertheless, Gwyneth couldn’t deny that it was one of Oneil’s brave moments. He was able to negotiate with their grandpa. Grant Mercator was the exact opposite of Arlelle Paulsson although they never had a sufficient interaction to begin comparing them. But ever since Oneil and Gwyneth knew Essi’s grandfather, they couldn’t help but notice how Grant Mercator could have done better on being their family. But she had not guts to say these things. Especially when the guests are around and they are tailing on Oneil. They knew his story, despite the wonder how it reached them. They had liked them even more. For he has become a servant before. But now, a leader. On the other side, Oneil remained courteous on being hospitable to them. Albeit, his heart is not at ease. All the things that he have learned about his life do not matter anymore. Upon hearing the riches he has and what kind of reputation is attached to his person, he cannot help but
Hi! This is Ane Daniels.Please bear with the recent updates I had.Three of the latest chapters (supposed to be 77, 78, 79) had conflicts. I had to deal on editing it out. It may appear that these chapters are doubled. But trust me, the latest one should be new and they have different contents.Chapter 77 is titled "LXXVII. Seize"Chapter 78 is "LXXVIII. Fight Like Riley"andChapter 79 is "LXXIX. Strengths"I already made some revisions but please wait for these new versions to be available. You may kindly refresh this book later to also receive the new versions.Minnasan, arigatou gozaimashita!With love,Ane
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?”