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“Are you alright?” Clark asks, his voice low and filled with concern as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to steady my trembling frame. I shake my head, the movement almost frantic, as I cling to him as if he were my lifeline in a stormy sea. “I can’t believe that Alice would do this to me,” I sob into his chest, my words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of his embrace offers a small comfort, but the betrayal feels like a knife twisting in my gut. Each sob that escapes me is laced with disbelief and hurt, and I can feel the tears streaming down my cheeks, soaking into his shirt. “I thought she was somewhat a friend,” I continue, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions. “How could she turn against me like this?” Clark tightens his hold, his fingers gently stroking my back in a soothing rhythm. “You’re not alone in this,” he reassures me, his voice steady and calm. “We’ll figure it out together.” I shake my head, tears strolling down my cheek, “it
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“Everything is fine now,” he says softly, his voice a gentle caress aimed at soothing my frayed nerves. I look up into his eyes, searching for the truth behind his words, and ask, “Do you truly not blame me?” His gaze is steady, unwavering as he shakes his head. “Never for a second did that come across my mind. I don’t blame you for anything. It’s definitely not your fault that you were trying to be kind and helpful to someone in need”, He states.“Thank you,” I reply tiredly, relief washing over me as I wrap my arms around his neck, the overwhelming feeling of blame slowly dissipating. His presence feels like a safe harbour in the storm of my emotions. “No need to thank me,” he says with a soft smile, “thank you for trusting me when you caught me in a compromising situation.” He leans in and places a tender kiss on my cheek, igniting a warmth that spreads through me.In a swift motion, he rises to his feet, effortlessly lifting me into his arms. I nestle against him, feeling the st
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In all honesty, as much as I’d like to see them pay for their deeds, I also want to limit my contact with them. The thought of raising a court case sends a wave of anxiety through me. It would mean facing them repeatedly, as often as the court requires, and that’s something I dread. I can already imagine the tension in the air, the way my stomach would knot at the mere sight of them. Plus, I can’t ignore the fact that it would lead to negative publicity for my company, and I simply don’t have the energy for that kind of stress right now.He nods, “Yeah, first thing tomorrow I’m going to get on a call with my lawyers to discuss the case with them. They have to pay for messing with us, with you most especially,” he states, his voice firm and unwavering.My eyes soften at his words, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for him. It’s a warmth that spreads through me, reminding me just how fortunate I am to have someone like him in my corner. I’m sure Clark has a lot on his plate,
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My eyes flutter open, and I stretch my arms high above my head, feeling the warmth of the morning sun streaming through the curtains. My limbs feel like they’ve been recharged, and I can’t help but let out a little yawn. As I do, I catch sight of Clark walking towards me, a bright smile lighting up his face. “Good morning, babe,” he says, his voice smooth and inviting, before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my lips.“Good morning,” I reply, feeling a flutter of happiness in my chest as I wrap my arms around his neck. I hold onto him a bit tighter than I usually do, savouring the moment and the comfort of his presence.He chuckles softly, amusement dancing in his eyes as he settles down on the edge of the bed, letting me cling to him. It feels so natural, so right, and I can’t help but smile back at him. “All done,” I say playfully, finally releasing him from my grasp, my heart still racing from the warmth of our morning exchange. “Are you heading to work?” I ask, noticing the
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With a deep breath, I head downstairs, the anticipation bubbling within me. “Good afternoon,” I say, walking into the room and taking a seat on the plush sofa beside Clark. “Good afternoon,” they respond in unison, their voices blending together in a chorus of professionalism. I glance around the room, quickly counting about four lawyers, two of whom I recognize as Elvis and his assistant/wife, Becky. “I only got four of my lawyers to ensure it is kept a secret,” Clark whispers in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. I nod, a chuckle rising from my throat, “Only four? How many lawyers would you have gotten if I wasn’t sceptical about pursuing the case?” I whisper, my eyes glinting with amusement as I lean closer, enjoying this playful banter between us. “A minimum of a team of at least six lawyers,” he replies casually, a smirk playing on his lips as if he’s proud of his strategic approach.I chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief. “Thank you, babe,” I say, gently squeezing his
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“Thankfully she was found out. So, please let’s not play blame games but work towards planning the next phase of action,” Clark states, his voice steady and resolute. There’s a sense of urgency in the room, and everyone knows that dwelling on the past won’t help them move forward. Elvis nods in agreement, his brow furrowed as he leans in slightly. “Do we have substantiated and compelling evidence?” he asks, his tone laced with a mixture of hope and scepticism.Clark nods confidently, “Yes, we do. Lara has the evidence, and she’ll share it with you.” His gaze briefly flickers to me, a silent acknowledgment of my role in this unfolding drama, before returning to focus on the lawyers. I take a deep breath, feeling a surge of determination. “I have pictures of the messages between Alice and Evans, and also a recording of when she was confessing after I challenged her for her actions,” I say, a smile spreading on my face. The memory of capturing that moment fills me with gratitude; I wa
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“Would you like something to eat?” I ask, rising to my feet and stretching a bit, eager to lighten the mood. The tension in the air feels palpable, and I want to create a more relaxed atmosphere. She shakes her head, a hint of reluctance in her expression. “No, I don’t think it will be very professional,” she replies, her tone suggesting she’s still wrapped up in the formality of our surroundings.“Don’t be silly,” I counter, a playful smile spreading across my face. “You’re currently off the clock, so at the moment, you’re not offering legal services. If it’ll make you feel better, then see me as a friend offering her guest food. I insist!” My voice carries a light-hearted tone, hoping to coax her into relaxing a bit. “Alright,” she states, a hint of a smile breaking through her initial reluctance, “only because you’re so good at influencing people.” I can’t help but chuckle at her playful concession. “Great!” I exclaim, clapping my hands together in excitement. “What would you lik
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The rest of the day goes by in a blur, and I find myself caught in a whirlwind of thoughts, still undecided about whether I should pursue legal action against Alice and Evans. I’m stuck in this agonizing limbo, torn between doing what feels right and the pressing need to protect my company’s image. My face cringes at the thought of the potential fallout; I can already envision the headlines splashed across every news outlet. The idea of my company being embroiled in a scandal sends a shiver down my spine. People won’t stop for even a split second to acknowledge the kindness I offered or the good intentions behind my actions. All they will see is the drama, the controversy, and the sensationalism that comes with such a situation. It’s frustrating to think that all the hard work and dedication I’ve put into building my company could be overshadowed by a single incident, leaving my reputation hanging by a thread.“What do I do?” I mutter, burying my face in my hands as I desperately s
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“Where are you heading to?” Clark asks, a confused look on his face as he rises to his feet, his brow furrowing slightly. “To the office,” I state, my tone laced with surprise at his question. It’s almost as if he can’t believe I’d choose to dive straight into the investigation on a day like today.“Today?” He asks, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Yeah, the sooner I get started with the investigation and communication approval, the sooner the lies made by Alice can be revealed.” I can feel the urgency in my words, the determination to clear the air and gather sufficient and compelling evidence.He nods, a spark of understanding igniting in his eyes. “Alright, I’ll come with you. Thank you so much for your time and dedication,” he says, his voice steady and sincere as he exchanges handshakes with both Becky and Elvis.“Yeah, thank you. I’ll contact you as soon as I can,” I say, exchanging firm handshakes with Elvis. Then, I turn to Becky, pulling her into a warm goodbye hug, “Take ca
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“And what is the conversation with the HR team meant to achieve?” I ask, slightly leaning in as I wait for Becky’s response. Her face scrunches up a bit, which is a very common trait that she shows when she is thinking, and I can’t help but find it endearing. “Speaking with the HR unit helped us understand the hiring process and if there was any bias involved,” she explains, her tone growing more animated as she continues. “This could help us prove to the court that Alice brought Rita into the firm for ill intentions. If we can show that there was favouritism or a lack of proper procedure in Rita’s hiring, it’ll cast doubt on her credibility. We need to establish that her testimony is tainted by her connection to Alice, which means her words can’t be trusted by the court since she’s not independent from any of the parties involved in the case.”I nod, absorbing her words, feeling the gears in my mind turning. “So, if we can uncover any discrepancies in the hiring process, it not onl
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“Good afternoon, Mr. Clark,” Elvis says, his voice warm and inviting as he stretches out his hand for a handshake.“Good afternoon, Elvis,” Clark responds, meeting his grip with a firm yet friendly shake, the corners of his mouth lifting into a light smile that hints at a shared camaraderie. “And it’s just Clark,” he adds, his tone casual and approachable.Elvis nods appreciatively, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Apologies, afternoon Mrs..” he begins, but before he can finish, I interject with a playful smile, “Afternoon, Elvis!” “It’s just Lara,” I continue, teasingly cutting him off. “What’s up with him today? He never calls me Mrs.” I chuckle, shaking my head in mock disbelief as I turn to face Becky. “Good afternoon!” I exclaim, pulling her into a tight embrace. She shrugs lightly as I finally release her from my embrace. “How are you doing?” I ask, gesturing for us to settle onto the plush sofa. She smiles, her expression brightening the room. “Quite fulfilled,” she
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“Didn’t you notice that there were no media personnel in the room?” Clark asks, his smile widening. I shake my head, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. “I didn’t take notice since I came in at the last minute. I know that most court cases are open to the public, so I just sort of assumed that they were there,” I state, my voice trailing off as I glance around the room.He shakes his head, “well, they weren’t. I personally requested the court to make the case a private trial, with only the necessary attendees being allowed to view the proceedings.” “Really? And when did you do this?” I ask, intrigued by the proactiveness of the man before me. There’s something admirable about his initiative, and it makes me curious about his deeper feelings for me. “Two weeks before the court case,” he replies, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that suggests he’s not merely following protocol but doing this for a deeper reason. “It takes a week to apply and process the documents submitted
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Clark walks towards me, his presence radiating warmth as he wraps me in his embrace, pulling me close as he slides his arms around my waist. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice laced with concern, turning his face just enough to catch a glimpse of mine, searching for the truth behind my silence.I shake my head gently, feeling the weight of my thoughts as I release myself from his comforting hold. I turn to face him fully, wanting him to see the turmoil swirling in my mind. “Nothing, really. I’m just thinking about the court case hearing from last week Monday,” I say, letting out a heavy sigh that seems to carry all the tension I’ve been holding inside. “I’m sorry,” I say, frowning deeply, my face a canvas of worry as I replay the events in my mind. The way Alice and her lawyer, Rick, manipulated the entire situation feels like a bitter pill to swallow. “I can’t believe they would twist the entire story to their advantage like that,” I continue, my voice tinged with frustration. “To m
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“Describe your workplace?” Rick asks, leaning forward with false curiosity. “My workplace is a calm yet bustling environment,” Rita replies, pausing as if carefully considering her next words before she continues to speak.“There’s always a whirlwind of tasks to tackle, but what truly sets it apart is Mrs. Lara. She has this incredible knack for balancing the workload for everyone. She ensures that we have designated days off to recharge, organises team bonding activities that really bring us closer together, and even surprises us with generous bonuses that make all the hard work feel worthwhile”.He nods, a glint of curiosity in his eyes, “Last question, what was the request Mrs. Lara made of you concerning Miss Alice?” he asks, his gaze piercing. “Mrs. Lara had asked me to look for a new apartment for Miss Alice,” she replies, her tone deceptively calm, but I can sense the tension beneath her words.“Do you have proof?” he inquires. I frown, listening intently as the lies spill out
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Each step toward the stand feels like a journey through quicksand, my heart racing as I approach the place where I must lay bare my truth. The stand looms ahead, a symbol of both vulnerability and strength, and as I finally take my position, I remind myself that this is my moment to speak out, to reclaim my story amidst the swirling chaos of accusations.“Good day, Mrs. Lara Rique,” Rick says, turning to face me. I nod, taking a few seconds to steady my nerves, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. “Good day, Mr. Rick,” I reply, my voice steady, carefully masking the turmoil of nerves swirling inside me like a storm.“I’d like to ask a few questions. I only require a yes or no response. Do you understand, Mrs. Lara?” he asks, his tone clipped and formal. I nod, but a flicker of annoyance ignites within me at the demeaning way he addresses me. “Yes, I do,” I reply, my voice firm, even as I feel a rush of emotions battling within. He nods, his expression unreadable. “Gr
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Rick nods thoughtfully, his brow furrowing slightly as he steps back, steepling his fingers. "And how was your stay in her home?" he asks, his voice smooth yet probing. I lean forward, my heart racing with anticipation, eager to catch the web of lies that I know will spill from her lips this time. I can almost see the gears turning in her mind as she concocts a story that I’m sure will be as elaborate as it is false. The corners of her mouth twitch, betraying the confidence she tries to project.“My stay in her house was wonderful in the beginning, and I was very grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Rique for their generosity towards me,” she says, her voice softening as she hangs her head down, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her demeanour. “But…” she trails off, leaving the air thick with unspoken tension. “But what?” Rick asks, his tone sharp and inquisitive, pressing further.“Mr. Clark kept on making advances towards me,” she continues, her voice trembling slightly as she pretends to
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A look of intrigue colours my face as I wait, my heart racing, to hear what she has to say—nothing but lies, of course, but I can’t help but feel the tension in the room as she finally takes her seat at the stand.Rick, with his trademark eloquence, leans forward, his voice steady yet commanding, “Please tell the court your relationship with Mrs Lara Rique,” he asks.She nods, her expression shifting from composed to sober as she begins to speak. “I’m an employee of Mrs. Lara,” she states, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ve been working for her for quite a while now, and I’ve been nothing but loyal to her. You can ask any of the employees; they’ll tell you the same.” Her words come out in a rush, as if she’s trying to convince not just the court but herself as well. “I don’t understand why she’s trying to charge me to court now,” she continues, her voice cracking under the weight of her feigned distress. Suddenly, she bursts into tears, fake tears spilling down her cheeks like a we
