Dianne grabbed her clothes from the hanger behind the door and got ready to go to the office. She liked her side job at the coffee shop that had recently become her part-time job, not only because she wanted to open her own coffee shop, but also because Dianne wanted to hone her skills at the coffee shop.Lately it seemed like she spent more time there than in her own home or even Nicolas' penthouse. When she worked at the coffee shop, it meant she didn't have time to relax, which she really liked as her boss at the coffee shop was very friendly.That afternoon, Dianne took off her suit jacket and threw it on a chair in her wardrobe. It hung neatly with all her coats. She put on a pair of leggings and put her hair in a ponytail to keep it from getting too tangled.She could get ready and take a few minutes to go over her duties as a secretary in Nicolas' office and make sure everything was in order. If she checked everything one last time, she would be ready when she woke up tomorrow
Dianne was quite affected by the anonymous email. Is it true that Nicolas had a hand in his mother's death? "Is it true that mom died because of Nicolas' involvement in it?" thought Dianne who either believed or disbelieved.Dianne sat in her dimly lit room, the soft glow of her laptop illuminating her worried face. Her heart raced as she read and re-read the anonymous email that had landed in her inbox earlier that day. The words seemed to dance before her eyes, each syllable cutting through her like a knife."Is it true that mom died because of Nicolas' involvement in it?" Dianne's mind whirled with a mix of disbelief and fear. Nicolas, her older brother, had always been a bit mysterious, but she never would have imagined him capable of something so sinister.Her mind flashed back to the day her mother passed away. It had been a tragic accident, or so they had all believed. But now, doubts crept into Dianne's thoughts. Could it be possible that there was more to her mother's death t
Dianne stroked her newly adopted pigtail last Saturday and gave it an affectionate look. "Luna, it's lucky that you're around so my nightmare didn't seem so bad."Luna, the Persian cat, just looked at Dianne with her puppy eyes and continued licking its paws.Dianne's heart skipped a beat as her phone rang, jolting her awake from a deep slumber. With bleary eyes, she fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, the screen casting an eerie glow in the darkness of her bedroom. The name "Nicolas" flashed across the screen, sending a wave of confusion through her sleepy mind."Why is Nicolas calling so early in the morning?" she wondered, her voice cracking with fatigue as she answered the call."Hello?" Dianne croaked, trying to sound more awake than she felt."Dianne, it's me, Nicolas," came the urgent voice from the other end of the line. "You need to get up, something incredible has happened!"Dianne's curiosity was piqued, momentarily overshadowing her exhaustion. "What do you mean, some
Dianne frowned as she heard Nicolas' complaints about Detective Arez. "Wait, you're saying that Detective Arez didn't help you at all," she snapped. "Before that, I'd like to know how you got to know Detective Arez. I mean, someone must have brought you two together, right?"Nicolas nodded while adjusting his hair. "Yes, Keenan introduced me to the private detective," he replied. "So what?"Dianne shook her head. "No, I was just wondering why Keenan would put you in touch with an incompetent detective. I think it's a bit strange."Thinking about Dianne's words made Nicolas quite overthinking. "You're right, Detective Arez was very helpful to me at first, I mean, he gave me a lot of options for some suspects. Do you know what surprised me at that time?" The man stopped what he was saying for a moment."What?" asked Dianne, eager to hear Nicolas' next sentence."Detective Arez even included Keenan's name as a candidate for suspicion," Nicolas continued."Really? Isn't it ridiculous to s
Nicolas drove his vehicle out of the basement of his office building. The CEO was not driven this time by Lucas, the personal driver he had recently hired. The man was on leave today because he wanted to accompany his mother to surgery. It sounded familiar, accompanying Mom to surgery, but Nicolas wasn't sure where he had heard of it.The man stopped his car at a red light, occasionally whistling as he watched the countdown on the Traffic Lights that was less than thirty seconds away.While he waited, Nicolas called Dianne while wearing the air pods he had taken from the dashboard of his car.[Dianne Rosallee:] "Yes, Nicolas?"Dianne's voice was heard on the other side."Have you arrived at your part-time café?" asked Nicolas.[Dianne Rosallee:] "Yes, as always. What's going on?""I'll be at your place when I get back from my therapist's office," Nicolas said, stepping on the gas as the traffic light turned from red to green.For a long time, there was an answer from the other side. I
Nicolas drove his car down the street of St. Goreds where the café where Dianne was currently working part-time was located.About two hours of counseling sessions with Doctor Louise was enough to make him feel more relaxed and accept the fact that he could not force his past memories back. Nicolas followed several series of therapies that only Doctor Louise could do, throughout the session, Nicolas only squinted and answered several questions asked by Doctor Louise truthfully.After the therapy and counseling session, as planned Nicolas went straight to where Dianne worked part time. He glanced at the clock on his phone's lock screen which showed eight o'clock in the evening."Well, Dianne should be done working by now since her shift is only until eight in the evening," Nicolas muttered to himself in his car, waiting at the crossroads because Dianne told him to wait there because she didn't want to make the coffee shop owner feel uncomfortable about the presence of a famous CEO like
Nicolas tilted his head. "Oh yeah? Did I used to hate greasy food?" he asked, parroting Dianne's words."Yeah, you hate that so much. You know, you used to be a real foodie. I really struggled every morning to make your breakfast," Dianne babbled, reminding the girl of how problematic her work life was when she was Nicolas' intern secretary."Every morning, I have to run around to buy coffee at your favorite coffee shop, which is quite a distance from the office but would be a pain to take a taxi. Not to mention that the subway bun you want is in the opposite direction of your favorite coffee shop," Dianne joked. "After all that, I have to get to the office before you do and I have to prepare tons of meeting drafts and such!"Dianne's chest rose and fell as the girl described the entire series of her ordeals while Nicolas was still the CEO who was cruel to her.Nicolas again couldn't help but smack his lips, either feeling guilty for Dianne because he had treated her so unkindly in th
Dianne styled her hair which was quite difficult for her to deal with today. "Ah, should I just get a haircut, huh?" she muttered to herself while looking at her appearance in front of her dressing table.Over the past few weeks, Dianne has also noticed that her hair is falling out more and more. "My hair is getting unhealthier by the day," she says, curling her lips downward. "My hair is dry, split, and the scalp is often flaky.""Maybe I'll just go to the salon after I get home from work," the girl said again. It just so happened that today there was no shift scheduled for her to work at the café. She could use the time after work to go to the salon.The girl got up from her dressing table after tying her hair and tucking two hair clips on either side of her head. Dianne now looked beautiful and elegant after her dusty pink suit today."I feel like a Barbie," she chuckled looking at herself in the mirror. This was the outfit that Nicolas had gifted her, at the same time that they we