Almost a week after the event, and chaos abruptly came to ruin my afternoon at the office.I leaned over my desk, eyes scanning the documents spread across it, trying to focus. The expansion plans for New Zealand were critical, and I had been working tirelessly on them for weeks. The stakes were high, especially knowing that Martinez Corporation was trying to edge their way into the same market.I paused, rubbing my temples as the realization hit me once again—this wasn’t just business. My father, Romeo Martinez, was clearly trying to test me, pushing back against everything I had worked for. It wasn’t enough that he had humiliated himself at the Zorich Group’s party, throwing a tantrum and being shut down by Thiago. Now he wanted to challenge me on an international scale, in front of potential investors, to make me look weak. “He’s really testing me,” I muttered under my breath. I couldn’t let him win. Not again.I picked up my phone and dialed Lucia. She was my go-to for anything
The stress was mounting, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on my shoulders. For hours, I sat in my office, combing through reports, investor feedback, and legal documents, trying to piece together a plan that would save our New Zealand project. My head was spinning, my frustration rising with each passing minute as I struggled to find a solution. Every strategy I came up with seemed to fall flat, and every step forward felt like two steps back. My father’s meddling, combined with the Zorich Group’s calculated moves, had thrown everything off balance. How did they manage to pull this off so quickly? I wasn’t prepared for this—none of us were. My father had always been ruthless, but this was a direct attack on everything I’d built. I gripped the edge of my desk, trying to keep my hands from trembling. I couldn’t afford to break down now.The door to my office suddenly swung open, and Thiago stepped in. His tall, commanding presence filled the room immediately, and despite
Another day has come nad here I was sitting in my office, the soft hum of my laptop filled the room, but the tension in the air was palpable. I glanced out the window, the bustling city of Chicago reflecting the chaos swirling in my mind. We were in the midst of a crisis with our New Zealand expansion. The investors had pulled out, and it felt like the ground beneath us was crumbling. Just when I thought the situation was beyond repair, Thiago walked in, exuding that confident energy that made my stomach flip.“Hey Wifey, I’ve got news you would surely want to hear,” he announced, leaning against my desk, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.I raised an eyebrow, skepticism creeping in. “What kind of news? Is it bad? Because if it’s about the investors, I don’t know if I can handle any more disappointment right now.”Thiago chuckled, the sound smooth and teasing. “It’s not bad at all. In fact, I think I’ve found a way to turn this around.”“What do you mean?” I asked, trying t
As we exited the conference room, the adrenaline from the meeting still coursed through my veins. The bustling hallway was filled with the sounds of footsteps and murmured conversations, but in that moment, it felt like we were in our own bubble. Thiago turned to me, his smile broadening.“I can’t believe we pulled that off,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “Jasper seemed genuinely interested.”“Yeah, I mean, I wasn’t expecting him to agree so quickly,” I replied, still trying to process the outcome. “But it felt good. Really good.”“Good? It felt fantastic! You were in your element up there,” he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectio
Everything sure felt like a magical moment between Thiago and I that I didn’t want to end. For a moment, I had completely forgotten about our dilemmas, what I didn’t know was that it would be short.The sun rose on a new day, but the weight of today’s news loomed heavily over us. I sat at my desk, staring blankly at my computer screen, the dim glow of the monitor casting a harsh light on my emotions.The news had hit hard; the Zorich Group had chosen to betray Thiago, continuing their partnership with the Martinez Corporation, and the fallout was catastrophic. Thiago's company had taken a massive hit, nearly 25% of its worth evaporating overnight, and I felt responsible.
The following week felt like a blur of late nights and early mornings as Thiago and I dived headfirst into salvaging his company. We poured over spreadsheets, analyzed market trends, and brainstormed marketing strategies to regain the trust of the investors who had pulled their funding. I couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at my gut. Every moment spent strategizing felt crucial, yet the weight of my father’s betrayal lingered like a dark cloud above us.One evening, as I sat across from Thiago in his office, the atmosphere was tense. The glow from the laptop screen illuminated the deep lines of worry etched on his forehead. “What if we can’t turn this around?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, fingers interlaced behind his head. “What if the Zorich Group is just the beginning of our problems?”
“Good afternoon, everyone,” Jasper said, his voice smooth and confident. “I hope you’ve all had a chance to review the proposal Thiago and Bridgette put together. It looks promising.”Thiago shot me a sideways glance, and I could see the mixture of anger and determination in his eyes. “Thank you, Jasper. I believe we have a solid plan moving forward,” he replied, his voice steady, though I could hear the undercurrent of tension.As we launched into our presentation, I felt the stakes rise with each passing moment. Thiago presented his plan with fervor, outlining our strategies and how we intended to regain the investors' trust. I watched the investors' reactions closely, noting their shifting expressions.But when it came time for questions, Jasper was quick to put Thiago on the spot. “Thiago, considering the recent issues with the Zorich Group, how can you assure us that your company can deliver on these promises?”Thiago’s jaw tightened, and I could see the struggle within him. “Wha
As I stood outside Thiago’s house, grappling with the shock and heartache of what I had witnessed, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. The betrayal cut deep, slicing through the trust and hope I had invested in our relationship. I couldn’t bear to confront them, to demand an explanation that might only deepen the wound.With a heavy heart, I stumbled back to my car, my hands trembling as I fumbled for the keys. The engine roared to life, but I couldn’t bring myself to drive away just yet. My mind replayed the scene over and over, each iteration bringing fresh pain and disbelief.What had I missed? How could Thiago have let this happen? Was there something between them that I had been blind to all along?The minutes stretched into eternity as I sat there, lost in a storm of emotions. Anger, sorrow, and a profound sense of loss warred within me. The future I had imagined with Thiago—the one where we rebuilt his company, faced challenges together, and emerged stronger—now lay sh