TIMOTHY POV The aroma of sizzling bacon and brewing coffee wafted through the kitchen, enveloping Timothy as he deftly moved around the countertops. He glanced at the clock, noting that Evie would be waking up soon. Despite the breakfast preparations, his mind was consumed by concerns far weightier
I sat in Timothy's apartment, the quiet ambiance only broken by Duke's playful barks as I tossed a toy for him. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself laughing as he pranced in a circle, proud that he’d caught the ball. It was a nice distraction from the thought of Timothy having to meet
The mention of the interview caught me off guard. I had almost forgotten about it as well, especially with all that had happened. "Oh, right, I completely forgot. I didn't think it was still on the table." Penny nodded, "It is, but we can take our time. You don't have to rush into anything." A sur
TIMOTHY POV Timothy stormed through the tall oak doors of his father's office, his jaw clenched and his footsteps echoing off the marble floor. He didn't bother with customary greetings as he barged in, his gaze fixed firmly on the figure seated behind the imposing desk. Kamran glanced up from his
Andy's eyes pleaded for understanding. "We know, Tim. But right now, Stella—" Timothy cut him off, his patience waning. "Enough! You're both cowards," he spat out, his words biting with disdain. "Mr. Fitzgerald will have to face the fact that his daughter is being held responsible for the first tim
Penny and I were still seated in the living room, savoring the sandwiches I had hastily whipped up while engaging in a lighthearted conversation. He had many stories to tell, and I was eager to hear each of them. "So, you won't believe what happened during this one interview I had," Penny exclaimed
The revelation hit me like a jolt, a surge of anger rising within me. "What? How could they?” Timothy pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. "I don’t know what they were thinking. Maybe it’s because Mr. Fitzgerald’s a valuable connection so the money was talking-" "And so they decided to disr
There weren’t too many nights when the haunting memories of Bruce didn’t linger, lurking in the shadows of my subconscious. Nightmares, vivid and torturous, invaded my dreams, tearing through the fragile tranquility of the night. In the midst of fragmented illusions and haunting echoes, I felt myse