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
CrossroadsThe soft glow of the laptop screen cast its blue rays on Isabelle's face as she stared back at the email incredulously. Her heart raced from the initial excitement to a stringent trepidation. There it was - a new job offer to head some groundbreaking sustainable energy project, setting a new course of pioneering in the industry. Then attached to this kind of expectation, came the catch: extensive traveling for at least six months in a year.Her gaze fell into the twins' room where Alexander and Sophia lay sleeping serenely, and she felt her tummy turn at the thought of being away from them like this. Yet professional fulfillment beckoned irresistibly.She heard the turn of Carlos's key in the lock and slammed her laptop shut. He came into the room, looking drained but able to raise a smile on seeing her."You're up very late," he said, his tie coming loose.Isabelle nodded, thinking of telling him about the job offer now or after. "How was your day?"Carlos blew a sigh and
Mirror ImagesTiny feet patter along the hardwood floor, and the Fernandez penthouse echoes with that melodic sound. Isabelle looks up from her laptop just in time to see Alexander toddle into the room, his face screwed up in determination as he clutches a toy car."Mama!" he said again, triumphant now, showing her the toy car. "Vroom vroom!"She whisked him up in her arms and planted a warm, soggy kiss on his dimpled cheek. "That's right, sweetheart. Your car goes vroom vroom!"Just as if in answer, there was a shrill cry from the nursery. Isabelle sighed; that was Sophia's cry. She put Alexander down on the floor. "Let's go see what your sister wants, shall we?"They found Sophia standing in her crib, crying calmly. The instant she saw Isabelle, her wails reached new heights as she held out her hands."Oh, my baby," Isabelle said in her most soothing voice, reaching into the crib to pick up Sophia. Sophia turned right away to press her face into the crook of Isabelle's neck, sniffli
Shadows of DoubtThe soft glow of her laptop cast an eerie light on Isabelle's face as she scrolled down her emails. Her brow furrowed. Past midnight, and where was Carlos? Again.She looked at her phone, hoping that it'd buzz with some message from her husband. Nothing. She closed her laptop with a great sigh and padded into the twin's room to watch them sleep peacefully.Eyes on Alexander and Sophia, yet the gnawing issue at the back of her mind twang.Of late, Carlos had been gone more and more, always engaging late meetings and urgent problems with the business, but there was something not quite right.The creak of the front door broke Isabelle out of her reverie. She slipped out of the twins' room and padded silently to the living room, where Carlos was pulling at his tie, looking like a beaten man."Another late night?" Isabelle asked, trying to keep accusation out of her voice.Carlos nodded, barely squaring his eyes with hers. "That Zhang merger is proving a lot more complicat