Thanks for reading. What do you think? Does Oliver have the right to be mad at Ela? Did Ela really betray him? Why Zion? I want to hear your thoughts. Thank you for the new votes! I appreciate it.
“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
Imela picked up the desk phone as soon as Oliver stepped out, and she dialled Georgie's number. "Inform the security that Mr. Oliver Plane is no longer welcome-" She barely finished giving out the instructions when she received a call from Carol, the maid in the house."Hello, Carol.""Ms. Garcia," she called, and her tone didn't sound as warm as it usually did, and Imela knew something was wrong."What's wrong?" She asked, her mind already going to Ocean."It's your father." She answered. "He suffered a heart attack while he was with Ocean. Ceasar is taking him to the hospital now, and Yille, the cook, went along to keep him stable."Imela's face paled up, and she lost her sense of hearing after Carol gave the news, and it took a few seconds to get it back. "What hospital is he going to??" she asked, reaching for her bag and leaving the office."Ceaser said Lawrence Hospital is the closest, according to the map." She replied.Her heart went out to her son, who must have witnessed Mar
Oliver had gotten into his car three days ago and driven off. He didn't go home, and he turned off his phone so no one would reach him. He had quit his job at the Plane Enterprise, unable to take Ela's tyranny any longer. He had never fared well with dictatorship, which made him hate working with Ivory Plane in the past. It was the same thing with Imela now, and he couldn't take it. He had thrown everything away-his family's legacy, his future, as well as that of his children. But staying felt like self-betrayal. Imela wasn't the only one who made his life hell; Cecil also chose not to be understanding of everything that was happening. He never thought his life would be so out of place, being pushed into the wall by the women who once claimed to love him. He was a coward, though, because he chose to run away instead of facing his troubles like a man. Then, it was unclear, but now he understood why Seth attempted to end it all. When the world is against you, you seek a way out. He c