“And, that’s the end of my proposal.” With a smile, Millicent turned off the projector in the middle of the meeting room, causing all the other project leaders to nod at each other, looking pleased with her presentation “I have already commissioned other audience profile surveys for drama and romance films and series, but for now, this is what I bring to you to show this is an excellent niche for us to invest, in the coming years.”
She tried to be as discreet as possible as she let out the breath she was holding, while her new co-workers chatted among themselves, with promising expressions on their faces. It wasn't the first time she'd met all those project managers, of course. As Isaac’s supervisor, she had many meetings with them over those two months to receive reports and find out about all the productions that were being made. However, she hadn't been able to
“What…?” Jasmine’s voice shook, not just with shock but also with disgust “What did you just say about me…?”“No more trying to pretend you’re just an innocent maiden who was seduced by a taken man, Jasmine!” one of the women sighed “We may have believed this before, but you clearly have a serious preference for rich, married men. What else do you want us to think about you?”“I would never stay with that old man!” she assured and, to Millicent’s surprise, her words seemed genuine, although there was certainly no way to fully believe anything that came out of Jasmine’s mouth “What do you think I am? A slut?!”“And you want us to just believe that, even though Mr. Davis clearly detests you, he's still keeping you in a job just out of sheer generosity? Oh, for God's sake, Jasmine! I once thought you were a really good person, but now your innocent face irritates me! Don't pretend you don't know that Mr. Davis has a sick wife at home! Everyone knows she is extremely fragile! Still, you g
“I already told you that nothing about what your grandmother told you about that day is true!” Mr. Davis sighed, and Millicent didn't even have time to recover from the shock of what she had just heard, when he continued “I never had anything to do with the fact that car rolled over with Sylvia in it. You know very well she was unstable even before you were born. She was the only one who jumped on the wheel and caused that accident…”“And you want me to believe that neither of you were disappointed when you found out that I had managed to be born, even after that?” Jasmine growled and, even though she couldn't see Mr. Davis's face, Millicent knew the answer just by the fury in Jasmine's next words “You fucking bastards! If you didn't want to have a daughter to be responsible for, you shouldn't have gone around fucking around in the first place…”“You know very well that it was just one night! A single night that was completely planned by your grandmother!” the man grunted, as if only t
Jasmine Easton was Fiona's granddaughter.While reading the message that Millicent had just sent, Isaac couldn't say he hadn't already suspected that before. And not just because those two women had similarities in appearance that could go unnoticed due to all the plastic surgery on Fiona’s face. The truth is that there seemed to be a pattern of behavior in everyone who was raised among the Greco, even if not directly. Apparently, there was a tendency for them to become insane or acquire that Machiavellian personality. It wasn't as if they were all intelligent, as Fiona's granddaughter was certainly not an example of genius, but she had clearly inherited her grandmother's greed and abilities to make other people's lives hell.“And are you really going to keep Davis’s secret?” he typed back to her quickly “This would be a good opportunity to prove to everyone that Jasmine has been manipulating this situation from the beginning and not just to keep her own job. Plus, I'm sure your father
“Are you talking about killing Massimo Bianchi?” Vincent questioned coldly, pretending to lean on Isaac's shoulder so he could straighten up on the couch, a silent warning for him to control his reactions "Do you even know what that would entail?"“I see you’re still pessimistic, Vince.” Ugo laughed, lighting a cigar and taking a long drag. “But, hey, don't be like that. My father and grandfather made big bets while they were alive, too. The world is a question of knowing where exactly to invest your efforts.”“But they both died in the retaliation of those high stakes, right?” Isaac’s uncle raised an eyebrow, managing to perfectly maintain his posture, as if he was actually in Ugo’s game and thinking about the matter “Are you willing to pay the price and want to convince us to be too?”“Do you think I would go into this if it wasn’t a good plan? I'm not a crazy dog like my father and brother were. I have brains and I don't let a detail or a slight offense become a fight between fami
"Shit!" Ugo cursed, turning to Isaac and Vincent with extreme impatience “Did you want time to think about whether you're going to be cowards or not? You just got it. I will let you know when our next meeting will be, where I hope to receive the answer I am waiting for.” he threatened “Just teach your boy that the only safe side of this story is by my side, Vince. You, better than anyone, know this.”“Uh… Boss…” the security guard gulped “We… We also have another situation. It appears that a… Guest arrived earlier than expected. And he wants to talk to you.”"Guest?" Ugo's eyes darted towards Isaac and Vincent, clearly worried about who it could be "Who?"“Open the door, Ugo.” a deep voice sounded from the other side of the armored door, standing out even through the noise of the music blaring downstairs “You said you would welcome me with honors if I returned to America. I'm waiting.”“Nikolaev?!” Ugo grunted, surprised, and Isaac noticed his uncle tense up on his side “Shit. At a ti
“So, I present to you the new junior supervisor of the Finance Department, Jasmine Easton.” As she watched Mr. Davis present Jasmine in front of practically all the employees in that wing of the offices, Millicent had no other reaction than clapping her hands without any enthusiasm. Around her, few people imitated her, as most were just shocked and with their mouths wide open, staring at Mr. Davis as if they were waiting for the moment when he would say it was all just a big joke. However, he just remained there, frozen behind Jasmine, with his haggard and exhausted expression, as if he hadn't slept in days.“Thanks for your words and for trusting me with a role like this, Mr. Davis.” Jasmine smiled the biggest smile Millicent had ever seen her give to anyone “It's always exciting to see how this company values the good work of its employees. I hope that, just as I got my chance today with a lot of effort, everyone else will too, someday.” She ran her disdainful gaze around the enti
“Gosh, my brain feels like it’s going to melt if I have to look at one more financial graph.” Millicent sighed closing her eyes before collapsing on Isaac’s bed, exhausted “I think we should take a break.”“Austin didn’t even need to put in the way for us to get this data for so long.” Isaac grumbled, laying down by her side and pulling her close “Comparing all these charts would drive anyone crazy before any discrepancies could even be found.”“Well, I guess that’s the reason we have such a large Finance Department. Worrying about every detail of the money coming in and the money going out is not easy.” she tried to joke, but Isaac obviously didn't miss the concern in her voice.“You couldn’t convince that stupid old man to tame his daughter?” he snorted, as if he was just as annoyed by Jasmine's situation as she was.“He spent the entire afternoon avoiding me and when I finally managed to catch up to him at the end of the day, all he did was whine about how his wife might even die if
"Leave me alone." Isaac's uncle growled, but Millicent was too worried to be intimidated.“Oh, my God. Here, let me help you.” She used all her strength to pull him up, placing him back on his wobbly legs until she could make him lean on her like a crutch “What are you feeling? Where is Dominic? We should call an ambulance.”“No ambulance shit. This is normal. And Dominic is visiting his girlfriend at her work or something. Now leave me alone.”“Mr. Carnby, you are bleeding! There is no way this is normal!” Millicent gasped “You can’t just stay like that at home. You need to go to a doctor and make sure this isn't a hemorrhage or something. Come on. I’m going to leave you sitting on the couch and wake Isaac up so we can take you to the nearest hospita
Isaac hated hospitals. That smell of antiseptic and metal seemed capable of permeating his skin and Isaac could recognize it anywhere. Even in moments like that, when his eyes were so heavy they seemed to never want to open again, he was able to recognize where he was just by that terrible smell. He had stopped in hospital rooms several times throughout his life and, usually, it was an indication that he hadn't been careful enough. What had it been that time? His head was hurting too much for him to remember, but Isaac still struggled. There was pain, his face wet from something hot that was probably blood, and the loud sound of metal… Just like when he had almost died when his car's brakes were cut when he was 18.So, Evan had managed to get him into a hospital bed again. How predictable. He had been more creative before.A soft sob from his side made something inside his chest flutter. Which was ridiculous, because it wasn't like Vincent or Dominic would cry if they came to visit.
Sometimes, Isaac missed how his life was half a year ago.It was equally terrible, of course, but at least he wasn't so aware of it. He could fill his days thinking only about revenge and living as if the only truly functional organ in his body was his brain. But now, here he was, haggard and miserable, only because the rusty thing inside his chest had decided to work. At least, before returning to America, he didn't miss anyone or suffer from the same loneliness that had accompanied him since his birth.Now, even in moments like this, when he should have been focused only on his plans, all he could think about was Millicent.With a heavy sigh, Isaac took a step towards the underground parking lot of his building when the elevator doors opened. That day was being especially difficult because he still hadn't managed to shake off the tension from the previous afternoon, when Dominic had almost ruined everything by allowing Millicent to overhear part of their argument. At least, she didn
Millicent had spent almost the entire day on the phone without actually speaking. She had dialed the same number over and over again, with adequate intervals between calls, of course. She wanted information, not to be a nuisance. However, as her time at the office drew to a close, she was ready to give up for another hour and get ready to leave, until, to her shock, that last call finally went through."Hello, Mrs. Bianchi. I was hoping you'd call again. I'm sorry we didn't answer sooner.""Don't be sorry, Tyler. You shouldn't worry about anything other than your mother right now." Millicent responded to the youngest Davis son, a boy she knew was the same age and attended the same school as Alessandro “I just wanted to know how your mother's condition is."“She’s… Stable now.” Her heart sank at the way he avoided using the word 'fine' "She woke up for a while this afternoon and managed to eat, but... She's still very much in shock. She even asked if everything that happened on Sunday
Silence took over the room for a moment, so deep that Millicent could swear she could hear everyone's heartbeat there. Just like her face was at that moment, everyone had expressions of shock, worry and expectation, as they waited for Emma’s reaction…With the exception of Massimo, who has a huge Machiavellian smile on his face.Emma's response, however, was probably nothing like either of them expected. First, her face filled with shock and terror, which was certainly quite predictable. But instead of starting to scream and deny, as Millicent thought she would, Emma remained silent, as gradually the horror on her face gave way to anger, then shame, sadness and, finally, resignation.“So…” Emma’s voice trembled, just a ghost compared to how she was acting a moment ago. “It’s really you, isn’t it?”“What did you give me?” Laura sneered, indifferently.“You… You still look like him.” Emma said that with her eyes focused solely on her own hands, nervously twisting the skirt of her dress
"Massimo, if we're going to do this, then I think you should at least try to hide your mocking smile. I don't think anyone will have any doubt that our intentions are not good if they see you entering my mother's house." Dante sighed, straightening up in the seat of the limo they were all in, clearly nervous."What are you talking about? That's my normal face." Massimo shrugged, that smile only widening “Can’t a man be in a good mood anymore?”“You don’t even know what Laura’s plans are for tonight, Massimo.” Alice lightly elbowed him, "She's not necessarily going to make a fuss or embarrass Emma. If you're expecting a show, you might end up disappointed."“Well, I could certainly use some entertainment, but I don’t care.” "I would love to see Emma's expression when she finds out that we all know she has her own illegitimate child, but just being able to walk through her house tonight and look into her face knowing that is enough."“I just hope that whatever Laura is planning really co
"Why did you come back?" Millicent questioned, frustrated "You clearly left not only your name and your life, but also your entire past behind. Anyone can see that you got the happy life you wanted, alongside your husband. So... Why now? If you didn't come back for so many years, even knowing the kind of person you had left Isaac alone with... What changed?"“I always wanted to go back for Isaac.” she stated, shrinking "But... Circumstances were never favorable enough... Until he became an adult and it seemed to be too late. But, I never left him helpless. Neither he nor my brother." Imogen chewed on her lower lip "I shouldn't have been surprised that Vincent suspected I was alive. He was always good at seeing more than other people were capable of. That was one of the reasons I left Isaac. I knew his uncle would protect him, especially after he turned 18. I just didn't expect Vince to involve him in his damn revenge plans!" Imogen growled "He should have left Isaac alone! Help him go
“You can start talking.” Millicent snapped, after several minutes had passed, lengthening that terribly uncomfortable silence between them “That's what you came here for, isn't it?”"Yes, I..." Imogen's voice shook, almost breaking "It's just... I think I spent too much time trying to forget the past. Talking about it isn't as simple as opening your mouth and letting the words come out." She massaged her own throat for a moment, as if it were actually a physical pain “How much… How much do you know about what my life was like, when I was still Imogen Carnby?”“I know what your son and your brother told me.” Millie sighed "I know your relationship with your father wasn't good and your marriage with Evan was terrible. But, I still don't think that justifies it..." “Terrible is quite a kind word for my situation at that time.” Imogen interrupted, with a dark smile "It's not like I blame Vincent for not knowing how to tell my side of the story properly. He was preoccupied with his own pro
"That's why I'm going to take action, Millicent… Millicent? Millicent!" Laura’s voice gradually rose on the other end of the call, until it pierced Millicent’s thoughts “Can you hear me?”"I'm sorry, Laura, I..." Millie sighed, supporting her head with her free hand "I'm just a little distracted. Today was... A long day.""You've been saying that all week. Frankly, Isaac Carnby isn't worth that much that you're losing sleep over him." Laura grumbled and Millicent had to bite her tongue to keep from admitting that, besides him, her mother was also haunting her all the time lately. “Did you even hear what I said?”"Yes. Uncle Dante had already mentioned at our last dinner that he received an invitation to Emma's ball. Not that it's a surprise. It's been like this since I can remember: they fight, he moves away from her and then Emma tries to get closer. I think she lives in eternal denial that her son has completely moved away from her." Millie sighed “But… I admit I didn’t hear the part
"Take a sip of water and pull yourself together, Ms. Bianchi. I don't think either of us are going to get out of here anytime soon if you keep sitting there shaking, instead of talking."Millicent tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she looked up to see Isaac's uncle placing a glass of water on the table in front of her, before sitting down on the sofa, his hands folded on top of his cane dismissively. He could have let her in, but his manner wasn't exactly friendly. She had hoped that he might simply shatter her theories the moment she mentioned her sister's name, whether by sending her away or yelling at her for mentioning Imogen Carnby's name out of nowhere.Yet there he was, completely silent and staring at her as if he were waiting for a confession. And honestly, Millicent was indeed feeling like she was being interrogated, even though they were both silent.After all, how exactly was she supposed to say she had seen his dead sister, without sounding crazy?“I… I’m sorry f