What do you think Imela's answer will be? Thanks for your votes and comments!! I appreciate
My eyes were open in bed, and I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t have the strength, and as much as I ignored it, my heart hurt a little.I never got an answer from her regarding my question, and it’s been a week since Ocean's birthday. She has ignored my calls, sent them straight to voicemail, but never called back. She no longer frequented the Plane Enterprise, so I didn’t see her either. I wanted to visit her firm, but I had broken the rules twice, and I didn’t think she would be so generous. But I wanted to see her—I needed to.Seeing her was just as essential as the air I breathed at this point, especially after the beautiful kiss we shared on Ocean’s birthday. Did her old man advise her to stay clear of my path?Imela was a woman with her own mind and discretion; she could make her own decisions, so that couldn’t be it.Then why was she ignoring my calls and not replying to my messages? Was it because of the kiss? Was she angry? Should I not have kissed her?I was overthinking, bu
Thirteen years ago. “There he is, Oliver freaking Plane, the hero of this movie.” Zion taunted with a smirk curled at the corner of his lips, and behind him were his three other friends who helped him wreak havoc wherever he went. I wasn’t always their prey, though. Three years ago, I went against them because they were bullying Nancy Nyango, a disabled girl in our class, during lunch break. They asked her to come collect her glasses if she could while holding them up, knowing she couldn’t get up from her wheelchair. I came up from behind, took the glasses from Zion’s hand, and returned them to Nancy. Before they could retaliate, the history teacher walked into the hall and sent us to our various classes. Since then, I have become a target. At first, it was the ‘hero’ name-calling, but last year, it progressed into a more aggressive tactic, such as taking my lunch box and emptying my food into the trashcan. They would occasionally pour drinks on me, and when called out by teachers,
“What the hell happened to you, and why did you call me over?” Vivian inquired as he stepped into the parking lot and approached me. I had yet to leave the firm's parking lot; I didn’t find the strength even to move. I knew I couldn’t function this way. My brain had gone blank, and if I were to drive my car, chances are I would crash it in under a minute. I wasn’t sane enough, so I called the next best person I knew. Vivian. He told me he was still at work but promised he would come as soon as he could, and I told him where I was. Twenty minutes later, he pulled up in the parking lot. That was faster than I anticipated, and I genuinely appreciate it. “Because I don’t know who to call?” I mumbled, and this truth made me ashamed. I could call my other friends, but Vivian and I shared a stronger bond. We've reached the point where we've come to each other's aid without asking questions, and the others weren't there yet. “Are you drunk?” he asked but was already sniffing me for clues.
Third POV The door opened, and Ingrid stepped in, holding a package. She approached, only stopping when she got to the desk. Imela looked up, placing the pen on the file she was reviewing. Ingrid handed her the pack holding the file, and Imela took and pulled out the recorder she had requested from the restaurant yesterday. She glanced up at Ingrid and asked, "This is it, right?" Ingrid nodded. "Yes, Ms. Garcia. This is the confirmed audio. It came in a minute ago." "Good. You know what to do." She said, handing the package back to Ingrid after returning the recorder inside. Imela had explained in detail how it should go and why it was best if the recorder stayed with her until the right time came. This was all according to plan. Ingrid paused and turned to her after getting to the door. "Are you sure about this?" She held a worried look on her face. "If you take this step, there is no turning back. I do not want you to get hurt." Imela met Ingrid in the hospital in Madrid, wher
“Today is the doctor's appointment; I hope I don't have to tell you before you make yourself available,” Cecil spoke over the phone. The result she showed him a month ago revealed that she was fifteen weeks pregnant. She was now eighteen weeks old, and she was beginning to show. He had mixed feelings about it all. He had longed to be a father for the longest time, but the circumstances surrounding this weren’t what he wanted. He wasn’t on the best terms with Cecil; he ended things and wanted it that way, but with a baby, he would never be free from her. Cecil told him she was keeping it, and he had to get along with what the next couple of months would bring. He wanted to be involved in his son’s life and experience what it felt like to be a father. The decision to make was obvious. They would work out an understanding relationship until she gave birth to the child, and if the relationship they formed worked without major blowouts, then they would raise the baby together. If they
Oliver hadn’t seen her since he confronted her about her relationship with Zion over a month ago. She hadn’t come to the company, and instead, she sent Ingrid to carry out her duties, stressing that her PA was more than capable. At first, he thought that was unprofessional and emailed her concerning it. She referred him to the agreement, which stated that for the first two months, she would oversee the implementations, and that would change after the third month. From the third month, the overseeing would be carried out with someone from the Garcia group team. In the Plane Enterprise case, Imela had spent roughly four months, superseding the time she had stated in the agreement. Oliver had no more quarrel and wondered why he never saw it. Ingrid knew precisely what to do, and he wondered if she was just a P.A. as she posed to be with Imela. She came to assist yesterday and stayed until closing. She was very business-minded and kept everything professional, just like Imela would.
"How long are you going to wallow?" Robb asked from behind.Oliver stilled for a second, then drank his whisky. The last person he thought would find him at the Lockwood bar was his old man. One of his friends had snitched, and his bet was on Vivian; the bastard always cracked at the littlest pressure.There was no judgment in Robb's tone, which was good because Oliver had enough for the day and would throw words and hands if it came to that.After he left the company earlier, he knew coming to the Lockwood bar would not be the best idea. Cecil had her doctor's appointment at ten a.m., and that came first. He called her to ask for directions, as this hospital differed from the others she had gone to with him. It seemed Cecil had taken the cue that his day wasn't going well and wanted to add to it. She told him she would only disclose the location when she was about to leave, so he had to stay in his car on the road and wait until ten a.m.After the doctor's appointment and usual check
Oliver had sent in a letter of apology as requested by Imela, and following its approval, he returned to work. He remembered the many times he issued those out to out-of-control staff members, and now he was an out-of-control staffer. He had a smaller office compared to his former one, but it was enough to fit everything he had. He was like everyone else now: an ordinary staff member taking orders from the boss, but this was temporary. It wasn't close to Imela's office, but not too far away. She wanted him within arms reach-or at least that was what he told himself. Air-Plane's performance, amongst other airlines this past month, was a commendable one. By doing extra, just like Imela instructed, they receive a better outcome than expected. The staff members had to work extra hours, and some pay had to go up a few per cent, but it paid off. After the first week, Imela didn't have to correct the report; everyone knew what to do. The numbers did not lie, and they kept going high. All h
Three months later "You can stop here, Caeser; I will walk on from here," Imela said as the gate came to the cemetery gate. Caeser turned off the car and got down to open the door for her. She told him she would not be long, and he waited for her. She stared ahead at the gravestone not so far from her and walked towards it. "It's been a while, Grandma," she said, placing the red rose on the grave and sitting beside it. Today was the perfect day to visit because Imela had less work on her plate, which made her close early. Having already had it in mind to visit sometime this week, she headed here after leaving the hospital to do the needful before going back home. The last time she came to see was a few days after Christmas, and that was six months ago. She had so much to say then because a part of her felt she was going crazy and needed direction and focus. Since then, she hasn't found the time to return to the series of events taking place around her. "I want you to know that Oli
Third POV Max was almost done with his tie when Nina stepped back into the room. “I just got off the phone with Imela,” she said, slipping her phone into her purse. They were getting ready for Jayden’s release party. It was a get-together and celebration with family and close friends only, and since there wouldn’t be many people, Sir offered Lockwood Corner for the night. It was a secluded VIP corner in his club in the heartthrob of the city. There will be music, drinks, and fun. This would be Jayden’s official welcome. His final hearing was this morning, and with the new evidence that came to light, the judge had no choice but to exonerate Jayden of the charges of drug trafficking. With the news of his release came the need to celebrate the victory. The troublemakers will not pass up this opportunity. Nina was already dressed in a red maxi dress, which stopped over her knee. Her blonde hair was in a neat bun, and her makeup highlighted her already attractive features. Max's eyes g
Joe's body hit the ground with a loud thud. I gasped and took to my heels, running into the bushes around the building as fast as my legs could take me. I didn’t have direction; I just didn’t want to die. I heard another gunshot, and pain shot through my shoulder the next second, taking me down. The gun had grazed my shoulder, and the protection I got was from my dress. I hid behind a tree in the woods, keeping my presence there as minimal as possible. I heard careful footsteps heading to where I was, and I knew it was Cecil's. I had to calm down and calculate my next move if I hoped to stay alive. I counted down the last step, and the first thing I saw was the gun held out. With calculated risk, I reached for it, and we both struggled. Finally, I took it from her hand, but before I could point it at her, she slammed her palm against my hand, and the gun fell out into the bush. I threw a quick fist, which met her in the face, and before she could recover, I kicked her onto the gro
Imela's POV Cecil's phone rang, and she pulled it out of her pocket to look at it. "It's Dad," she said, stepping back from Joe. "I have to take this; keep an eye on her." She instructed before stepping away from the room. Joe stood at the door with his hands folded over his chest. He had kept his gaze anywhere but near me. It didn’t take a genius to know he was only in this to make Cecil happy. Sad, he didn’t know there was no way to make a crazy person like Cecil happy. He was as much a victim of Cecil and Marlo as all of us were. “I understand.” I told him, and this brought his attention to me. “What?” "Why you threw your life away for her? You love her, and we will do anything for the one we love.” I replied. “You hurt her; she believes she has to do this because of what you did to her.” His defensive response came, sounding like someone brainwashed by love. “Cecil is not a bad person; she has been judged, misunderstood, and abandoned by those she once called family. You did
"I was never crazy. It was you all along." Imela said as Cecil got down from the Jeep and walked towards the uncompleted building on the left side of the road, and Joe pulled her along. Cecil and Joe had taken Imela out of the Garcia Group firm and into the parking lot, where she saw Benjamin unconscious beside the car. She tried going to him, but Joe held onto her and pulled her into the black Jeep parked opposite her car. "You killed Kimberly and framed me; you killed Elena; you tried to kill Ocean, just like you tried to kill me many times. Did you kill Chan, too?" Imela demanded. If Chan were alive, he would have uncovered the truth that Cecil was out and behind everything a long time ago. He had died suddenly at the beginning of it all, and she had believed the McCann brothers had done it. That wasn't true; Cecil was behind the murder of Detective Chan. The satisfied look that appeared on Cecil's face further proved it. "He helped you put me in prison; he had it coming. Beside
Oliver's POV Flashback I made my way over to where Nina stood, waiting for me outside the restaurant. I didn’t know why she had decided to meet outside today when we had always met at my place. We hugged and walked into the restaurant for lunch like every Saturday. After I got my place, she began coming there, and we would cook and eat and catch up on everything we had missed out on during the week, from study to work and everything. “You know, when you said you wanted to see me, I thought you would come to the house like you used to,” I said as we took our seats at the table on the left side of the restaurant, close to the window. She gave me a half smile and said, “I cannot come; Cecil is there.” She didn’t try to hide it, and most of the time, we have just moved on from the discussion altogether. She disapproved of Cecil, and I saw it in her body language and how quiet she tended to be whenever she was around Cecil. I brought Cecil along for her last birthday party, and Nina
Trigger Warning! Violence in this chapter Third POV It all started a year ago. “The first time I saw you, I knew a day would come when I would need you,” Cecil said as she stepped towards Gloria, a splitting image of her. She had met her when she travelled to Puerto Rico on vacation two years ago. They didn’t look so alike at first because Cecil had red hair, a thin eyebrow, and pink lips, while Gloria had blonde hair, a full eyebrow, and red lips. Cecil could also tell Gloria was financially struggling, and it showed in the way she was dressed. Cecil didn’t know why, but she wanted Gloria close, so she helped her into the States, waiting for her to get her papers. After the sentence was carried out, Cecil reached out to Gloria, telling her to play out her part, and in return, she would get her the papers she needed. She already had connections with not only the correction centre but also the warder, so leaving the prison was easier, and all Gloria had to do was pretend to be her u
Imela's POV Jean’s words echoed in my head. The result of the many tests showed I couldn’t have killed Kim; there were more than the two of us at the apartment; someone else had killed her and framed me for it. They had hoped I wouldn’t wake, having injected me with a high dose of lead and solvent. Waking up had thwarted their plans, and the test results vindicated me and showed my innocence.I wanted to think of who could have been responsible for this. I didn’t want to say Cecil; after all, she was in my head. I couldn’t give her credit. Cecil was in prison, and even if she wasn’t, she alone couldn’t have pulled off all of this. There was someone else—someone close to me, someone who knew me and could influence my mind.My phone rang in my bag as I stepped out of the car, snapping me out of my thoughts. I thanked Benjamin, who held the door open for me to step out and pulled the phone out of my purse to see Nina as the caller ID. I answered and pushed open the door. “Nina, hey,” I
My lashes fluttered, and I released a loud yawn. I covered my mouth to reduce the noise so I wouldn’t wake Ela up, but when my hand dropped from my face, I found her already awake and sitting in bed. “You are awake,” I said, noticing her intense gaze on the ceiling. “I remember,” she said. I pulled myself up to sit down, and my brows furrowed, wondering if it was what I was thinking, but I waited for her to keep speaking. “Not everything, but I remembered how I got to Kimberly’s apartment. She called me and sent me her address. She was going to call off the engagement with Marcel and wanted me to hear her reasons first.” She said. “The police checked your phone after you were arrested; they didn’t find a call or any such message,” I told her. Her gaze moved to me. “I am telling the truth.” “I believe you,” I replied, meaning every word. Getting this memory back was a miracle, and this meant there were more than two people in Kim’s apartment, as at the time of her death, the thir