“Good morning madam, coffee” Becky greeted her boss as soon as she walked and handed her a cup of hot coffee. Alana scanned the cup and took it as they both proceeded towards the elevator. “Morning, what's for today?” Alana asked as both entered the lift. Becky adjusted her specs and brought out her iPad.“As usual…check the incoming fabrics…the new collection coming up…we have clients flooding in” Becky went on and listed everything Alana had to do for the day. Of course, Alana nodded now and then until the lift came to a halt.“No meetings?” She was stunned her assistant didn't mention anything about having meetings. Shaking her head, Becky pushed the office door open.“Not today…” She started but stopped when they found Vincent already seated in the office.“Good morning madam,” Vince greeted Alana and rose from the chair. Alana was stunned to see how devoted Vincent was to the job.“Morning… I might as well hire you as my employee," Alana chuckled as both hugged and moved away.“
"Madam, this and this," Mrs Marks smiled as she handed some sketches to Alana who was busy in the mirror while talking to Brigitte via a video call."You'll do fine. I have faith in you," Alana said with a smile and continued what she was doing. Brigitte on the other hand was agitated that Alana could see."This is important, I busted my ass for this," came Brigitte's voice and by the sound of it. Alana could tell she was nervous. "And that's why you need to relax…just go there and present…I'm sure the client will be satisfied, " Brigitte had been working hard for the past three weeks. Ricardo had given him the important job of overseeing the new jewelry for a very influential client. She had been going on short business trips. And finally, the day had come for the client to get his goods."Mr Adrian is really hard to deal with…he expects perfection and well, Ricardo expects the same thing," Brigitte said and buried her head in her palms. Alana let out an exhale and put her hairbrus
The police station wasn't Alana's favorite place, it was cold and gave her chills. A place where criminals were tortured. She had heard how those who went to jail never came out the same. As long as you had been held behind bars, their reputation was forever tainted. Brigitte was in such a predicament “Detective, whatever it is… I don't think it's wise to get her arrested,” Alana said, feeling frustrated with the turnout of events. Getting to the police station, indeed, Brigitte was arrested and accused of embezzlement. The detective before her refused her to see Brigitte because the company executives ordered it. She was a criminal. “Madam, I'm afraid all the evidence is presented here…as it is, I'm only here to uphold justice," the detective said and moved around the room. Alana was irritated even more. “Evidence you say, I know her very well…she can never do that,” it was ridiculous to accuse Brigitte of something so serious. She worked hard for everything only to get arrested.
It was early in the morning, the sun was bright, and the sunlight was warm and not harsh. The birds kept chirping, and the breeze was cool. A strong gust of wind blew was sipping inside the room causing Alana to shiver. Ricardo's eyes were open, tightly holding his wife in his arms. It was a cold morning, despite the bright sunlight. The breeze caused a chill in his bones. "Mmm," Alana moaned in her sleep and curled against Ricardo. He didn't dare let her go. Despite wanting to leave the bed. He kept her warm. "Mm what time is it," the woman mumbled in her sleep as she slowly shifted around until her eyes flew open. "What?" a low exclamation escaped her lips when she glanced up and found Ricardo staring at her. With a frown, she frowned and prepared to get away from him when he held her back. "It's cold, stay for a while," the man muttered keeping his arm around her. Alana didn't have to think deeply to know she always ended up in Ricardo's bed whenever they argued. "Why should I
“Here madam, drink some water,” Becky said and put a glass of water on the desk. Alana smiled and picked it up.“Thank you, Becky,” she said and shifted her gaze to Dario and Dennis. She invited the two specifically for something important. “So, what do you think,” Alana added and waited for the two men to reply. Both Dario and Dennis exchanged glances and then nodded.“Madam, the problem is everything receipt has Ms Brigitte's signature…all the bank transactions she was assigned to make are in her name,” Dennis said while Dario handed Alana some documents. “But who denied signing anything,” Alana had asked Brigitte about everything. Unfortunately, she denied having signed any documents. Alana listened as Dario and Dennis explained everything which had been going on at the office since she left. It seemed some people were operating in the shadows. They needed a scapegoat, and they targeted Brigitte. “And what has your boss been doing all this time?” Alana asked suspiciously, it was
Ricardo was agitated as he glanced at his wristwatch and then the entrance door to the restaurant. He had never been so anxious in his life as he was. True, this wasn't the first time he was inviting Alana out. But something was different, he had some things to get off his chest. Although he was sitting far away from the door. He still could see."Where are you?" He muttered feeling nervous and prepared to leave when suddenly, the door opened, and someone walked in elegantly. She stopped for a while as if searching for someone. Ricardo did not even notice when he rose to his feet, and that his lips had curled up into a smile. His wife came, she was looking gorgeous. He imagined her like that, but now he was completely dumbstruck. People around dining turned to see her which made him feel envious. "Hello," Ricardo was brought back to reality by Alana who snapped her fingers in his face."Sweetheart," he said more like a question and cleared his throat awkwardly. "Lovely place here
When Alana and Ricardo reached the Romero mansion, it was late. The entire mansion was in pin-drop silence. “R-Ricardo…hiccups…s-stop it” Alana stammered with giggles when she entered the room, staggering to find the light switch when Ricardo grabbed her by the waist and slammed her against the wall. A giggle came from Alana, followed by hiccups. “My husband,” Alana said in slow motion and ta1pped Ricardo on the tip of his nose. “What?” He asked as he ran his hand from her neck down her shoulder until his hand intertwined with Alana's. “Naughty,” she chuckled when he ran his tongue up her neck and stopped just at her mouth. His nose nuzzled against her face, inhaling her scent. “Mm, I feel like it,” he grabbed both her hands and trapped them above her head. A hiss escaped her throat when he leaned down, towering over her like some imposing creature of the night. “Taking advantage,” she whispered and attempted to bite his lip, but he was fast enough to move away and chuckled. “I
Alana's eyes were fixed on the files presented to her by Dennis and Dario. Perusing through each page, her brows created together. There was utter silence in the living room as the two men waited for her to finish.“This shows Mr. Perez making all the transactions and using Ms Brigitte's signature… she must have signed these without knowing,” Dennis explained as Alana read through. Indeed, Mr. Perez made some fake transactions; however, it indicated that Brigitte approved of them.“There are some documents which don't require Mr. Romero's signature nor the president.in such a case the general manager handles everything,” This time it was Dario who chimed in, Alana was aware of everything. She worked as the president for a while, and she knew how everything was run.“In terms of purchasing new merchandise, it requires Mr. Romero's signature which I make sure to read thoroughly he signs,” Dennis said just as Alana was done going through. She was helpless. Even if she had to call out Per