Arin had decided to keep her eyes on Gerald as she had noticed that he had been going out of his office and coming out with no specific reason. It was as if he was looking for some one. All of a sudden again after Gerald received a call, he stood up and walked out of the office, smiling brightly like someone who just received one of the best news of his life. "Arin. I will be right back, don't come out of my office. Our clients are still online and I will like you to continue the chat with them." He told Arin before moving. "Why can't you finish this yourself? What could be more important than this deal for now? You need to finalize things yourself, the board of directors will be here anytime soon... Where should I tell them you went to?" Arin said accusingly and suspiciously. "When did you decide to start poking your nose into my personal lives? Have you forgotten your job here? You are to do as I say and that's why you are my personal assistant. If you ever ask me th
The temperature of the day was just right, not too cold nor too warm. A gentle breeze was blowing, rustling the leaves on the trees and carrying with it the fresh scent of the earth. The sky was partly cloudy, with patches of blue peeking through the white fluffy clouds. The sun was shining, but its rays were not too strong, providing a pleasant crisp freshness to the air. As you walk outside, you can feel the coolness on your skin, but it's not biting or uncomfortable. Instead, it's invigorating and energizing. The cool weather makes you want to be outside, to take in the beauty of the season, and enjoy the simple pleasures of life but Hazel sat at her desk, typing away at her keyboard when she saw Arin approaching her with a smile that made her blood boil. She just didn't want to have anything to do with this lady but she seemed to be the antagonist of her life. If she tried to avoid her, she would still come to her and she was so sick of her, trailing her around. "Good morn
Hazel sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her eyes with frustration. She couldn't stop thinking about the argument she had with Gerald earlier that day. She knew that she had hurt him deeply with her words, even though she didn't mean them. She was only following Arin's instructions to keep her secret hidden. She could see the pain and confusion in Gerald's eyes but she couldn't do anything. That would only even made her heart ache but she couldn't call him to apologize. Gerald had been calling her but she refused to answer the calls, knowing that Arin would find out one way or the order that they had discussion. She was his personal assistant so she had access to almost all of his confidential informations. Hazel didn't know how to save herself from this mess but she knew definitely that she would get out of it one day. She got up from the bed and began pacing around her room, no knowing what exactly to do. Should she just give him a call once and explain the whole thing to hi
Gerald sat in his office, staring at his computer screen. He couldn't focus on his work, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Hazel. He just couldn't figure out why Hazel was doing this to her all of a sudden, it was really surprising to see her change like that. He believed that they had settled things and that they had erased the memory of the past to focus on the future. He really had alot of plans for her but she needed to understand what was going on first. He decided to confront her. He got up from his desk and walked down the hallway to Hazel's office. Gerald was flustered as he walked towards Hazel's office, wondering what he could have done to make her ignore him. He had always respected Hazel and had never done anything intentional to upset her not after they had settled the differences between them at least. As he approached her office, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Hazel looked up from her computer, annoyed at the interruption. "Who is the
Gerald stormed out of Hazel's office, his face twisted in anger. He could feel the heat radiating off his body as he made his way down the hallway towards his own office. His mind was racing with thoughts of betrayal and deceit, wondering how Hazel could possibly have the audacity to go to lunch with Tom. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the urge to lash out at something, anything. As he entered his office, he slammed the door shut and immediately began to throw objects around the room. Papers, books, and even his desk lamp all went flying as he let out a string of curses. He felt like a child having a tantrum, but he couldn't help it. The jealousy and anger were consuming him. He couldn't control his anger, so he just kept venting them on the objects in the office. Arin could hear the violent sound as he walked past the door. She walked into the room and immediately burst out laughing at the sight before her. "Wow, Gerald, is this really you?" she said, still chuckli
The conference room was buzzing with tension as everyone waited for the meeting to start. Hazel happened to be the lead designer on the new jewelry project, and she was already seated at the table, going over her notes while everyone was asking her questions. Everyone could notice that she couldn't help but feel nervous about the meeting, knowing that the project was not going well and they were running out of time. Gerald walked into the room with a stern look on his face. He took his seat at the head of the table and began the meeting. Arin, on the other hand had planned the whole thing with Gerald. She knew Hazel was going to be in trouble today because she would make sure Gerald put the whole blame on her. She had told Gerald all sort of things, which was indubitably not doubted by him. Arin knew he believed everything she said, because of the proofs she provided. As she knew, Gerald was someone who believe in nothing but the proof provided to him. Arin was good at gather
"Who is there?" Gerald yelled as he stood up from the chair, pulling Hazel to the back. He stared at the entrance but he couldn't see anyone, coming in. He glanced at Hazel, looking confused. He couldn't figure out what was going on. How could the door have opened by its own? "I think you have to leave now. No one must know that you are here," he urged. Hazel nodded and made her way to the door way when Tom came in and she froze up. Tom paused on his track, taking a glance at Hazel then averting his gaze towards Gerald, who stood there, staring at him with his forehead crumbled. "Oh, I am sorry if I have come at the wrong time. I can't come later." Tom said and turned to leave. "Oh wait, where do you think you are going to?" Gerald said walking forward. "Has this ever happened?" "What are you talking about now Gerald?" Tom asked, looking at him confused. He couldn't figure out what the question was supposed to mean. "Have you ever come into my office without knocking?
Hazel was stunned. She slowly walked around her office, taking in the sight of the chaos in front of her. Papers were scattered on the floor, her computer monitor was shattered, and her chair was overturned. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She looked like over at her bookshelf, all books had been scattered on the floor. Her drawers were pulled open, and her computer had been knocked off her desk. It was as if a tornado had swept through her workspace. How could this be happening in this company and that too in her office. She looked around but she couldn't see anyone around. Some parts of her office were covered with thick dust as though it was deliberately sprayed on it. Hazel couldn't understand what had happened. She had left the office in perfect order the day before. Her mind raced with possibilities, but she couldn't make any sense of it. What could she do now? If she tried to call the attention of people to it, it would only make the matter worse. She knew she
After a one-hour recess, the doors of the courtroom swung open, and a solemn silence fell over the room. Mark Wilson, adorned in a disheveled suit, returned to his seat next to his defense attorney as he disgustingly glared at Gerald. The tension in the air was palpable as all eyes turned towards him. The judge, a stern figure draped in black robes, resumed his position on the elevated bench. He surveyed the room with an air of authority, his gaze landing on Mark Wilson. "Mr. Wilson, it is time for your final defense to present any evidence supporting your innocence," he declared, his voice resonating through the room. Mark Wilson's attorney, a middle-aged man with graying hair, rose from his seat, his expression anxious. He glanced towards Mark, his eyes filled with unease, and then nervously addressed the judge. "Your Honor, unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances and lack of conclusive evidence, we have no additional exhibits or witnesses to present. However,
Gerald closed the door behind him and leaned against it, feeling exhausted and drained. He had just spent hours at the police station with his lawyer, Mr. James, trying to prove that Mark was the one who had been blackmailing Hazel, his fiancee, for months. Gerald rubbed his eyes and sighed. He looked at his watch and saw that it was past midnight. He wondered if Hazel was still awake, waiting for him. He pushed himself away from the door and walked towards their bedroom, hoping to find her asleep in their bed. He reached the bedroom door and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake her up if she was sleeping. He stepped inside and saw her sitting on the bed, wearing a white nightgown that contrasted with her dark hair. She looked up at him with wide eyes that reflected the moonlight coming through the window. She smiled faintly and said in a soft voice: “Gerald… you’re back.” He smiled back at her and walked towards the bed, dropping his briefcase on the flo
The dimly lit police station was filled with an air of tension as Gerald stood beside his lawyer, Mr. James. They both shared a look of determination, while Mark looked nervously around. The room was cold, with gray walls and a flickering fluorescent light overhead, casting an eerie glow on the worn-out furniture. Officer Jacobs, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, entered the room. He had a no-nonsense demeanor that intimidated even the most composed individuals. He approached Mark, handcuffs in his hand. "Mark Wilson, if I get that right, you're under arrest for the alleged blackmail of Mr. Gerald Carrington Fraser's fiancée," Officer Jacobs declared, his voice firm. Mark's eyes widened with what seemed like disbelief. "What? No, Officer, you've got it all wrong. I would never do such a thing! I was in my room when these two men barged in. Firstly, I could have charged them for invasion of privacy, but I didn't. Now, they are accusing me of what? This is what we
Hazel looked at Gerald, her heart pounding as she wondered where to start the whole narration from. Obviously, she wasn't at fault because she didn't do anything but would Gerald believe that? He knew that she was obsessive, so if something like that happened, no one would want to doubt it. And here she was again, the fact that she hid it from everyone will make it seem as though she was trying to cover up for herself. "Why are you silent? Speak up! You need to say something." Gerald said, almost yelling. "I don't want to care what happened. Just tell me in details. Who is Mark and why is he blackmailing you? It is had simple as that." Hazel took a deep breath, and sat up for the sake of comfort. "Promise me you won't hurt me." "Does it matter? Just tell me what happened." "I really didn't do anything, I swear. I was being blackmailed falsely because I know the consequences of it getting out." Hazel said, her gaze apologetic as she spoke. "If you didn't do an
Hazel's eyes fluttered open blinking away the remnants of sleep. Her body felt heavy and tender each movement, a reminder of the accident that had landed her in the hospital. As she tried to adjust to the warm sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window the scent of something delicious wafted into her nostrils. Hazel turned her head and saw Gerald standing in the doorway a soft smile on his face. "Good morning my love. How are you feeling today?" Gerald asked his voice filled with genuine concern. Hazel mustered a weak smile and replied "I'm getting there slowly but surely. Thank you for taking care of me Gerald." Gerald crossed the room, his footsteps gentle on the hardwood floor. Pulling a chair beside the bed he sat down and took Hazel's hand in his own. "You don't need to thank me Hazel. Taking care of you is the least I can do after what happened l," he said his voice filled with determination. Hazel gazed into his eyes filled with gratitude and love.
The sun shone brightly through the hospital window, casting a warm glow on Hazel's face as she watched the door waiting eagerly for Gerald to arrive. It had been a difficult journey days spent in pain and uncertainty, but his visits were like beams of light in her darkest moments. He brought laughter love and a sense of normalcy to her life in the sterile hospital room. Gerald walked through the gleaming white corridors of the hospital his heart pounding with anticipation. He couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and excitement every time he came to visit Hazel. Her vibrant smile and infectious joy had always been a light in his life and he couldn't wait to see her again. As the door creaked open Hazel's heart skipped a beat. There stood Gerald tall and handsome a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hand. His hazel eyes sparkled with joy as he caught sight of her and a wide smile spread across his face. As he approached her, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Opening the
Finally Hazel's eyes opened and a weak smile graced her lips. "Gerald," she whispered her voice fragile but filled with love. Gerald felt a rush of emotion relief flooding his being. He leaned closer to her tears streaming down his face. "Hazel you're awake. Thank God you're okay." Hazel's smile widened her voice barely a whisper. "I love you Gerald. I'm sorry for scaring you." Gerald placed a gentle kiss on her forehead their love reaffirmed in that sacred moment. "I love you too Hazel. Nothing else matters as long as you're here with me." In that beautiful instant all the fear worry and anxiety melted away. Gerald held onto Hazel's hand cherishing their love and grateful for each slow-paced beat of their journey ahead. Gerald's heart pounded in his chest as he paced back and forth his mind racing with worry and fear. How could this have happened? Hazel was always so careful so cautious. He searched for answers trying to make sense of the accident that had turned his world u
Gerald's heart pounded in his chest as he paced back and forth his mind racing with worry and fear. How could this have happened? Hazel was always so careful so cautious. He searched for answers trying to make sense of the accident that had turned his world upside down. As he continued to pace, his mind kept replaying the words the nurse had spoken just moments ago "I'm sorry but Hazel is still in the theatre and we have no news about her condition." Those words seemed to echo endlessly in his mind. The unknown was tormenting him; he was desperate for answers for any sign of hope. He didn't know who to call and discuss this issue with. He was so stressed out. Just as he was about to lose all hope his phone began to ring, startling him from his thoughts. He fumbled to grab it his hands trembling. Looking at the caller ID he saw it was his sister Annie. His relief was short-lived though as he realized that Annie somehow already knew about Hazel's accident. There could be no other r
Gerald's eyes fluttered open as the dim morning light streamed through the curtains casting a soft glow in the living room. Confusion instantly washed over him as he realized he was sprawled on the couch instead of his usual spot in the bedroom. He sat up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest and called out Hazel's name. Silence enveloped the room amplifying his growing anxiety. "Hazel, where are you? Why couldn't you wake me up when you came in?" He said. Darting his eyes around the living room, Gerald searched for any sign of his fiancée. To his dismay there was no trace of Hazel, no shoes by the front door, no handbag on the kitchen counter. Panic seeped into his veins as he hastily made his way to the bedroom hoping to find her there. But the room was empty, her side of the bed untouched. She didn't come back home last night? Gerald asked himself, totally confused and furious. Wide-eyed and growing increasingly alarmed Gerald reached for his phone and dialed Ha