New Opportunities The California sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Carlos and Isabelle's new penthouse apartment in downtown Los Angeles. Isabelle rested one hand on her growing belly, propping herself up by one of the windows, while with the other she brought a mug of herbal tea up to her lips. The city lay below her—one that was peaceful, presumably, very much different from the New York skyline."Cared to share your thoughts?" Carlos spoke up from behind her.Isabelle half-turned to him, a faint smile in evidence. "Just that I mean, everything around here is so… different. It's… calm and peaceful."Carlos reached out to her and hugged her lightly, cradling her bump. "See, that was the point. New beginnings for us all."It is three weeks since they hastily moved to Los Angeles. The decision was fast, driven by the urgency to get away as quickly as possible from the building pressures and danger in New York. Here, they thought they would be safer until the twins i
Corporate ConscienceThe Los Angeles skyline was ablaze with the late-afternoon sun as Carlos leaned back in his leather chair, scanning the proposal before him. His gaze wandered momentarily to the silver-framed photo on his desk: Isabelle beamed radiantly with a smile as her hands rested on her small, rounded belly. A small smile nibbled at his lips before focusing once more onto the pages before him.A knock at the door broke into his reverie. "Come in," he said.Isabelle entered. Her pregnancy glow was palpable. "You wanted to see me?"Carlos nodded and gestured for her to take a chair. "I've been thinking a great deal about our conversation regarding community engagement and social responsibility. I think the time has come to really do something about it."Isabelle's eyes brightened. "Really? That's terrific, Carlos!""I want you to head the new corporate social responsibility initiative focused on our redevelopment project," Carlos continued. "It's an opportunity to make a real
Shadows of Corruption"Mrs. Fernandez?" The voice behind her drew her back to reality. Elena, the urban planner she had befriended weeks ago, came up to her, a look of concern etched on her face. "I think there is something you need to see."The California sun beat down relentlessly onto the site of Fernandez Holdings' newest project. Isabelle shielded her eyes, looking out over the activity, her hand unconsciously resting on her now-prominent baby bump.The heat and physical discomfort of advancing pregnancy couldn't detract her from the sense of purpose she felt here among the scaffolding and heavy machinery.Isabelle followed Elena to a quieter part of the site, away from all the noise and prying ears. "What is going on?" She noted the etched worry on her friend's face.Elena hesitated before she pulled out a folder. "I've gone over the bidding documents for this project, something doesn't feel right. Look at these figures."She wasn't halfway through the papers when her brow furro
The Price of HonorThe home office was fraught with tension when Carlos finally lost his cool to the incessant pacing and calm. Isabelle sat in the arm chair, cradling protectively her protruding stomach, eyes alertly focused on her husband, with concern."We have to expose them," Carlos said at last, the first time he'd been firm all day, but with a voice underlying with defeat. "Being truthful, that's before I can go on living with myself."Isabelle felt a wave of relief wash over her. "I'm so glad you have come to that decision, Carlos. It is the right thing to do."He paused in his pacing, turning around to face her, his expression torn. "It is. But understand, Isabelle, this decision will be risky. We could lose everything we've been building here in LA.""I know," Isabelle said softly. "But isn't that better than compromising our values? Than becoming the very thing we came here to escape?"Carlos nodded, a small grin pulling at the crooks of his mouth. "Since when did you becom
Rising from the Ashes"Ready for another day in the trenches?" Carlos asked this time. With a wry smile on his face, he handed Isabelle a cup of herbal tea.The early morning sun casted long shadows across the Los Angeles skyline as Carlos and Isabelle Fernandez stood in their office, looking out at the city. Three weeks ago they blew the lid off the corruption inside their company; since then, all hell had broken loose. The stock price at Fernandez Holdings still tried to struggle its way from where it had been; the high-stake projects are now put on hold, and the media just wouldn't give them a break.Isabelle nodded, her free hand going to her ever-growing baby bump. "Always. We have so much work ahead of us to rebuild trust."A first meeting of the day with a group of community leaders and local non-profits, working to build relationships for them in connection with their new strategy to more meaningfully engage with communities impacted by their projects and demonstrate their co
Unexpected TurnsIsabelle stood at the window of their hotel room, a hand resting on her very prominent belly, watching as the Singapore skyline glittered early in the morning light. She winced as she felt a gentle kick, excitement and nervousness moving through her.She heard Carlos adjusting his tie behind her. "Ready for this?" he asked, his voice giving away a hint of anxiety.Facing him squarely, Isabelle forced a smile. "As ready as we'll ever be. This could change everything for us."Today they were due to present their proposal for a major international contract regarding a sustainable urban development project in Singapore. It was their first big opportunity since the corruption scandal and potentially their chance to prove Fernandez Holdings was back on track.Walking up to the Urban Redevelopment Authority headquarters, Isabelle felt expectation weighing heavily on her shoulders. Their team had worked nonstop on this proposal, roping in all of the lessons that they had lear
Growing PainsThe gentle nightlight cast its rrays across the nursery as Carlos was dutifully and gently patting his son, Alexander. He was trying everything possible to make the crying child go back to sleep. On the other side of the room sat Isabelle in the rocking chair, nursing their daughter, Sophia. On the wall, the clock read, 3:17 AM— yet another sleepless night in the Fernandez household."Shh," whispered Carlos, his voice rough from his lack of sleep. "Papá's got you."Isabelle looked at her husband, the love teeming out mingled with great frustration. Since the twins had finally come three months ago, Carlos had been almost obsessively overprotective. While she was thankful for it, deep down inside, she felt he was somehow pushing her away.Finally, as Alexander's cries began to subside, a sigh of relief came from Carlos. He turned to Isabelle, the weariness that had etched itself into his face emerging in a smile. "I think he's finally calming down."Isabelle nodded wear
Carlos and Isabelle were dancing around each other in the living room, their intricate choreography of avoidance made tenser by the tension still hanging precarious in the air from the previous fight. Isabelle was working on her laptop on the kitchen table, with the twins playing in their pen at her feet. In walked Carlos in his little tie, off-center, which spoke volumes in itself: the Loom of Distraction."I've got one meeting after another all day," he said, avoiding meeting her gaze. "I might be late tonight."Isabelle nodded, that old stab of frustration touching her chest. "Of course. Don't worry; I have everything taken care of here."Carlos hesitated, wanting to say more but awkwardly searching for how to bridge that chasm that seemed to have opened wide between them. He nodded finally and headed for the door.As it closed behind him, Isabelle let out a really emotional sigh. This space between them was starting to become unbearable. She looked through to the twins—Alexander t