The faint hum of the day's work lingers in Evelyn's mind as she unlocks the door to her apartment. Tossing her car key onto the console table by the door, she lets out a sigh. Although the day had been good, with Ashby's treat and all, the prospect of curling up on her couch with a cup of coffee while pressing away at her phone is all she craves. Leaning against her couch, she rubs her forehead with her fingers soothingly, the soft hum of television filling the quiet room. After a moment, she kicks off her shoes, feeling relieved as her feet finally find freedom. Curling up under a throw blanket, with a cup of coffee by her side, a sudden knock at the door startles her. She hesitates. She isn't expecting anyone and it is too late for visitors. She ignores the knocks intuitively but it persists. She wonders who it could be and her curiosity quickly wins. She slides her feet into her fluffy home slippers, and pads to the door. Peering into the peephole, she bli
Although Louisa is always appreciative of his help and kind gestures, she had never looked at him this way–warmly, smiley, happily…….” He had communicated his feelings indirectly a number of times but she never reciprocates. But tonight, something about her gesture—the warm tone of her voice, the costly, thoughtful cologne—feels different. Perhaps her perception of him is changing. He takes his time to carefully open the gift. He raises his eyebrows at the sight of the brand. "This must be quite expensive Louisa, can you really afford to spend this much on me?” She answers, "Of course," with a casual air. "You deserve it." With a slight flush crawling up his neck, Fred grins. "Thank you, then. Really.” Fred smiles back at Louisa, who doesn't realize how deeply he is taking her comments. Liam doesn't pay the adults attention anymore, already engrossed in his new conundrum. Louisa glances back at him and chuckles softly at his enthusiasm. With hope in his hea
Louisa moves quickly but cautiously as she folds Liam's final Spider-Man T-shirt into his duffel bag. Even though it is still professional and clean, the hospital room feels strangely warm today. After being discharged, Liam is finally going to lead a typical four-year-old life. He is standing by the window, talking animatedly about the New York school he wishes to attend. And damn! His choice is a high-priced prep school that Louisa isn't sure she can afford. "Mommy, they have a large playground! Greater in size than the park one!” Liam exclaims with his tiny fists making broad arcs in the air. Louisa grins. "Dear, it sounds wonderful. There, you'll have a great time.” She inwardly rolls her eyes, ‘Great time indeed. Where did he even learn about this school? This is the result of idleness, he has so much free time to watch adverts and drool over photos in the papers’. Fred walks in with a smile as big as the duffel bag Louisa is carrying when the door slides open.
Kingsley holds Louisa's hand firmly but casually as he guides her and Liam to the parking lot. Taken aback by the gesture, Louisa looks at him but remains silent, determining it would be better to avoid adding to the tension in front of Liam. Kingsley's Bentley Azure shines in the sunlight as they pull into the parking area. Hardy, stands next to it, looking dapper as ever. As they get closer, Hardy smiles politely and bows respectfully. He holds out the door for them with a simple greeting, "Sir? Ma'am?" With a tone of satisfaction, Kingsley responds, "Hardy, always reliable." He gestures for Liam and Louisa to come in. But Louisa doesn't move. She glances back toward the hospital building, then turns to face Kingsley, “Fred is not here yet. We should hold off until he comes," she says nervously. Kingsley's countenance is contemplative as he rests lazily against the automobile. "That's fine,” he replies. Fred appears from the hospital hall with a deep
Louisa can't stop thinking about Liam as she goes about her duties at work. Her lack of concentration makes the day seem longer than normal. Unable to wait anymore, she makes Evelyn cover up for her for the rest of the day while she makes her way home. It is Liam's first day at prep school. Although it isn't the high-priced, private school in an exclusive setting that the boy had envisioned, she leaves work early to make his first day there memorable. She wants to be home early to hear the details of his first day at school, celebrate the new chapter with him, and probably take him for a walk afterward. But the sight that welcomes her makes her stop dead in her tracks as she arrives at her apartment in high spirits. Liam slouches on the center couch of the living room, writhing and crying loudly, uncontrollably. His backpack is thrown aside, and his school clothes are crushed. The nanny she had hired to stay with him during the day, Bem, is standing clumsily in a corner,
Louisa's concentration is constantly being disrupted by the distant hum of the metropolis outside. Her painstakingly prepared slides for the following day's pitch shine on her laptop screen. Her brow furrows as she sits at her dining table, tapping her pen on the wooden surface while clicking through bullet points. Except for the occasional rumbling of a passing car, the flat is abnormally quiet. Louisa has a rare opportunity to focus without interruption because Liam is out with his babysitter, Bem. Hearing a knock at the door, Louisa checks the time; it is 5:47 p.m. She lets out a sigh and lowered her shoulders. Fred frequently drops by without warning, but tonight, of all nights, she isn't feeling particularly up to it. Nevertheless, she proceeds to the door and opens it to see Fred standing there with his hands tucked carelessly into his jacket pockets. "Working again?" he inquires, his tone warm yet playful, his smile crooked. Louisa smiles at him wearily and
There is a rush of excitement on the morning of the highly anticipated pitch competition. Leaders in the sector, investors, and aspirational executives from some of the biggest tech companies fill the WhitMore Tower's main conference center, the venue for the event.The stakes are high: a guaranteed multi-million-dollar investment from Queens Investments, a venture capital giant renowned for catapulting tech businesses to international prominence, is at stake. Cordelia had collaborated with the Innovation and entrepreneurship team and painstakingly brought the event to fruition. The hive of activities at Modu Tech that morning cannot be overemphasized as every worker has been charged with the responsibility of making the event a success, regardless of their position. By 10:00 am, they all file to WhitMore Towers to put the finishing touches before the commencement of the program by midnight.The perseverance of the R&D team is demonstrated by the slick, futuristic exhibition of t
Louisa's pulse thunders in her ears as the moment freezes in time. Her gaze darts across the room, first to the audience, then to the judges, and last to Karen and the other representative from her company, who are wearing terrible looks of helplessness. The clicks of cameras and frantic texting on phones punctuate the swell of voices in the crowd. There is nothing she can do to stop her impeccable reputation, which has been painstakingly cultivated over the years, from collapsing in real-time. At the center table of the Modu Techs delegation, Cordelia sits with confidence in her sharp ivory blazer. Her carefully composed demeanor gave no hint of the weeks of scheming she had dedicated to ensuring this day would unfold in her favor. She sips from a glass of sparkling water, placed on the table before her and watches Louisa's shaky figure on stage.Although her chest hums with delight, her countenance is meticulously arranged to not give away her delight in public.Inside, she en
Kingsley's lavish mansion is illuminated by the golden rays of the setting sun, creating a fascinating atmosphere for Liam's fifth birthday celebration. Music, laughter, and the vivid hues of balloons and streamers fills the garden. With endless energy, a few children run around, their laughter mingling with the gentle murmur of adult conversation. With his arm loosely around Louisa's waist in a romantic manner, Kingsley steps close to the imposing fountain. They share a look that says it all: years of hardships, miscommunications, and heartache has brought them to this point, stronger and more in love than ever. Their entire world revolves around their baby, Liam, and this day is a celebration of both his life and their family's tenacity. As she watches Liam blow out his candles in front of his young buddies, Louisa murmurs, "Look at him," in a proud tone. "He's very happy. So deserving, he has been a strong boy.” Kingsley answers with a gentle kiss on her temple. "Just
"Martha?" Louisa calls in a scarcely discernible whisper. Martha stands there with a serene face and inquisitive gaze. "Louisa," she says quietly. Louisa feels fear take hold of her chest. How did Martha even know her house? Yeah well, she probably asked Evelyn. But why did she have to visit now of all times? Kingsley is inside her house, even though she had assured Martha that she would let go of him only a few hours earlier. Martha may misinterpret things if she sees him with her. But before Louisa can come up with an excuse, to dismiss Martha or go out with her, Kingsley speaks. "Who is it?" The sound of Kingsley's footsteps approaching was followed by his voice coming from behind her. Louisa's face becomes pale as she turns slightly. "It is….” When Kingsley comes into view, he spots Martha standing at the door, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Martha?" Martha's expression is unreadable as her eyes darts between them. Now knowing the reason for Louisa's sh
Kingsley's heart races in his chest as he stands outside Louisa's apartment. He had been pacing his living room for hours, struggling with his feelings. Ultimately, though, he knows he has to speak with Louisa. They have to be together, no matter what happens. Louisa's face changes from surprise to a kind of reserved resignation as she opens the door. Silently, she moves out of the way to let him in. "Daddy!" Before Kingsley can speak, Liam's voice calls excitedly, his face lighting up with unbridled excitement as he rushes into Kingsley's legs. Kingsley kneels down and embraces Liam tightly. "Hey son. You were missed.” "I also missed you! Will you be here for dinner? Liam questions, hope glimmering in his eyes. With a gentle giggle, Kingsley runs a hand through Liam's hair. "No son, not tonight. But you need to go spend some time playing in your room, okay? I must speak with your mother.” Liam pauses, looking from one parent to the other. "All right, but promise y
Fred had been getting ready for the evening all day. He had selected one of the best bars in the city, renowned for its quiet jazz, cozy atmosphere, and wine selection that would please even the pickiest connoisseur. He had gone above and beyond by placing an advance order for Linda's favorite meal and a bottle of wine that she had mentioned in passing months prior during a conversation at work. Fred is early, straightening his tie and gazing around the table he had reserved at the window, which overlooks the lights of the city. It has to be flawless. Fred's breath sticks in his throat as Linda enters, looking stunning. She accessorized her figure-hugging black dress with subtle jewelry that gleams in the low light. Fred's pulse skips a beat as her hair falls over her shoulders and she walks with assurance. Her voice is pleasant, yet tinged with suspicion as she says, "Fred. It looks so good in here, " as she looks around, admiring the bar. Fred gets up and drags her
Standing before Martha's hotel suite door, Louisa pauses. She knocks softly after her knuckles briefly hover over the glossy wood. The door opens as the faint sound of footfall nears, and Martha appears, her face instantly changing from one of surprise to one of cautious mistrust. "Louisa?" Martha's hand tightens on the doorframe as she speaks sharply. "How are you aware of my lodging arrangements?" Louisa smiles slightly, disarmingly. "Martha, you're my friend. Even if you don't want me to, I would be aware of your location. Martha pauses, obviously surprised by the answer, but her skepticism remains unshaken. Reluctantly, she moves aside to let Louisa in. It is a tidy, impersonal room, the sort of transitory place that is less like a home and more like a waiting room. Louisa calmly and deliberately sits down in one of the window-facing chairs. Martha crosses her arms and stays upright. "Louisa, why are you here?" Martha speaks in a clipped tone. "You're wasting
Although Louisa is hardly aware of it, the R&D department at Palmer Tech is bustling as usual. The cursor on her computer screen is blinking impatiently as she sits at her desk and stares blankly. Her team is busy around her, talking about testing plans and prototypes, but their voices are muffled by the flurry of ideas racing through her head. "Miss Emerson?" A hesitant voice pierces her fog. One of her less experienced developers, Carter, is clutching a tablet. "I want to present the project's revised design specifications to you. I believe we've resolved the—” "Have you checked it again?" Louisa abruptly interrupts him with a snap. Carter blinks in surprise at her tone. "Yeah, but I figured you'd like to—" "Why bring it to me if you think it is good enough? Carter, do your job. I don't have time to obsess over every little thing.” There is silence in the room. Carter takes a step back, holding the iPad as her crew exchange suspicious looks. “I apologize. I'll che
With her mind full of unrelenting thoughts, Louisa frantically packs Liam's school bag as the morning light streams through the curtains. Simultaneously, her hands tucked in a folder of his drawings, a lunchbox, and a water bottle. With his unlimited enthusiasm, Liam, who is already wearing his school uniform, dances about the living room behind her. "Mom! I'm ready!” Liam yells. Louisa looks at the clock and says, "Just a minute, sweetheart." They are late. The doorbell rings as she zips the bag closed and sets it on the table. "I'll get it, Mom!" Liam shouts and runs to the door. "Hold on, Liam!" Louisa begins, but he has already flung it open. "Uncle Hardy!" Liam shouts, his voice full of happiness. "You're here!" Louisa's forehead furrows as she turns. Hardy's towering body fills the entryway as he stands there. There is a glimmer of something in his eyes that Louisa can't quite identify, but he is grinning as usual. "Hey, Liam!" Hardy ruffles his hair. "Ho
Evelyn rests her head on John's chest as she nestles up against him on his soft sofa. Soft music hums in the background and the room is filled with the warmth of the fireplace. John put an arm around her, his fingers idly making patterns on her shoulder while they laughed quietly at a ridiculous story from the day before. However, when the laughing subsides, John becomes aware of Evelyn's aloof expression. He tilts his head to gaze at her and remarks, "You're quiet tonight," gently. "Are you still concerned about us? Or is it about my family again?” With a slight smile on her lips, Evelyn shakes her head. "No, John, you are everything I desire, and regarding your family, I have already made up my mind. I will do whatever it takes to defend our love. That matter has been resolved.” John's hand moves to tuck a stray hair behind her ear as his lips form an excited smile. "That's my girl. As courageous and unyielding as ever.” His voice lowers to a playful whisper as he plants
The rumpled blankets are evidence of Kingsley's restless night as he sleeps, sprawled over his bed. Except for the dim golden light that filters through the borders, the room is dark and subdued, due to the closed drapes. The floor is littered with empty champagne bottles, a silent reminder of his fruitless attempts to block out his thoughts. His tie dangles loosely from the bedpost, and his suit jacket is crumpled in one area. He is startled out of his wits by a knock on the door. Unwilling to confront anyone, he moans, but the knock is louder this time. "Boss? It's Hardy. Are you inside?” Kingsley rubs his hand over his scruffy face and mumbles a curse. "Come in," he rasps at last. With a creak, the door opens, and Hardy enters, his worried features inscribed on his face. He looks around the room right away, soaking in the commotion. The bottles, the messy bed, and his boss's rumpled appearance present a picture that is very different from the calm and authoritat