The moment Mikel entered Fabian's office, he couldn't help but snicker at the scene before him: Fabian sat behind his desk, rummaging through piles of paperwork. "Aren't you supposed to be on your honeymoon?" Mikel asked, his voice tinged with amusement.Fabian looked up, his eyes sunken and hardly acknowledging Mikel's greeting. "Do you have any lead?" he asked without getting into the courtesies, his voice laced with an undercurrent of urgency.Mikel's face turned grave. He shut the door behind him and sat down opposite Fabian. "Nothing concrete," he began, releasing a sigh. "We combed every angle, but no one thing points directly to De Silva or anyone else for that matter. Edward's been quiet. Maybe too quiet.Fabian finally leaned back into his chair and began to rub his temples. "So, what are you saying? It is now time to let go of Edward. You do not believe that he is involved?Mikel nodded slowly, but even as he spoke, his words didn't ring with conviction. "We don't have enoug
Fabian clenched his jaw and glared at Mikel knowing he did have a point. Tasha wasn't just going to disappear. He couldn't keep running from her, especially not after everything they'd shared. But at the same time, he couldn't afford to let her emotions or his detract him from what truly mattered at this point, which was finding Loretta.Look," Mikel said, softening his tone, "I'm not trying to push your buttons. I just think if you're going to close that chapter with Tasha, at least do it right. She isn't the enemy here.Fabian let out a deep sigh, pacing around his office and running his hand through his hair. "I know, I know. But I just can't deal with her now. Loretta's still missing and I am just so helpless here. I don't need anything or anyone clouding my judgment.Mikel nodded, understanding. "I get that. But sometimes the things we avoid are the very things that end up clouding our judgment more. You can't just keep pushing everything aside. It'll come back to bite you."Fabi
Fabian stared at his desk as the quiet again reigned supreme after Mikel had left. It weighed upon his chest, a constant reminder of the choices he had made. The file before him, concerning the leads on De Silva, blurred as his mind raced back to Tasha. She was out there, waiting for a response angry or hurt. He couldn't avoid her forever, but right now, he needed clarity, not another confrontation.He let out a loud sigh, rubbed his temples against the headache, and leaned back in his chair. His phone then buzzed again-this time, a message from Tasha, shorter than the rest:"We need to talk. Please don't ignore me."He stared at it for several moments, the words pulling at him. But the memory of Loretta's face, her laughter, the life they had built stronger. He couldn't afford to lose sight of what was important. Not now.He pushed the phone away and refocused on the file, attempting to delve into the work. If he could track De Silva's movements, and find out where he was funneling t
Her heart skipped a beat, and in a flash, she composed herself. She couldn't let Emma hear any of this. Quickly, she hung up the phone, slipping it into her bag as if nothing had happened. Her breath came out in shallow gasps, but she managed to muster a smile as Emma approached."Tasha," Emma said, nodding small and politely, her voice as smooth as always. "I didn't expect to see you here. Are you all right?"Tasha forced herself to smile; she wanted the anger that had still churned inside to retreat from view. "Yeah, just. needed to clear my head for a second." She glanced at the door to Fabian's office, and her chest squeezed a little. "It's been a lot to take in, you know, with everything going on."Emma nodded her head, then held Tasha in her gaze for a moment more than was entirely necessary. "I understand. If ever you need to talk, I'm here.""Thanks, Emma," Tasha said. Her tone was strained, but it didn't quiver. She watched as Emma nodded reassuringly and continued down the h
There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a deep sigh. "We have to be smart about this, Tasha. If De Silva's onto us, we need to figure out our next step, fast."Tasha pressed her fingers to her temples, the weight of the situation closing in around her. "You think I don't know that? I can't afford to slip up again, especially with him watching my every move."."We need to keep calm and stay according to plan," Lucas finally said, his voice much more even now. "He doesn't have proof as yet, just suspicions. We'll keep everything low-key for some time; make it appear as if all is business as usual. We still have leverage De Silva doesn't know about our deal with Vinnie."Tasha tightened her jaw. "What if Vinnie talks? What if he gets scared and tells De Silva everything?"Lucas was silent for a moment before his voice dropped to a low octave. "If it comes down to it… we'll have to take Vinnie out before he gets the chance to open his mouth."Tasha's stomach churned at
Tasha set the glass down, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I don't know what you mean," she said, her voice steady, though her insides were in turmoil.He smirked, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You've always been a good liar, Tasha. But remember… I can always tell."Her breath caught, but she hastily masked the fear with a small, nervous-sounding laugh. "There is nothing to tell, De Silva. I'm just… adjusting to everything. You know how stressful things have been."He raised an eyebrow. His fingers brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, a gesture that felt more possessive than affectionate. "Stress, huh?Tasha nodded, conscious of the weight of his scrutiny. She needed to be cool, needed to make him believe all was right with her world. But sitting as close as she was to him, feeling the heat emanating from his body and the intensity of his gaze, she wondered how much longer she could play the facade before he uncovered her betrayal.De Silva leaned back, taking the glass from
She pulled her phone out and opened the contacts list before peering at the number of Lucas once again. She dialed his number and let it ring a few times before he finally picked up, his tone tired but alert. "Tasha? Is everything okay?"Not exactly," she replied, dropping her voice to a whisper. "I just spoke with De Silva, and he certainly made it clear that he's not letting go of our past. I need to know if you have any leads on Loretta. He's becoming a problem, and I can't afford to have him interfering.Lucas squirmed in his chair. "I've been doing some work trying to locate Loretta, but she's vanished into thin air. I'll keep searching; it's not concrete at this moment."Tasha felt a sense of doom. "We can't let him know we're working together. If he finds this out, he might screw everything up.I know, Lucas said his voice grave. I'm keeping a low profile, doing my best. For now, just focus on Fabian; he is your priority.I can't just sit around and wait. De Silva is unpredicta
Maria crossed her arms, leaning in closer, a smug look on her face. "I'm just making an observation. It's just amazing to see how fast somebody can change their tune once they snag a rich husband. Isn't it, Lucas?"Lucas gave Tasha a worried look as if to say he didn't want to be part of this. Tasha drew in a deep breath, attempting to keep calm. "You don't know anything about me, Maria. This isn't about Fabian or the money. It's about being loyal to the people I care about. Something you wouldn't understand."Maria stepped back, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, please, spare me the moral high ground. You're not some saint just because you put a ring on it. Do you think marrying him makes you untouchable? I wouldn't be so sure.""Enough!" Tasha snapped, firm in her tone. "You need to stop with the petty jealousy and move on. Your constant need to undermine me is getting old.Jealousy? That's what you think this is?" Maria laughed again, her tone hard, unyielding. "I am just looking after the