The sound of Rene storming into the office and the door slamming against the wall with a reverberating bang had Gunnar, who had been deeply engrossed in paperwork jolted upright in his chair, eyes wide with surprise.“Call Carlo’s office,” Rene commanded, his voice brimming with urgency and leaving no room for argument.Gunnar blinked, momentarily taken aback by the fierce determination etched on Rene's face. “I thought we were going to wait?” he stammered, confusion and concern mingling in his voice.Rene shook his head vehemently, his eyes blazing with an intense fire. “I changed my mind. Make the call and tell Mr. Rossi that you are willing to go over to the Rossi Enterprise and hear Antonio's proposal tomorrow.”Gunnar hesitated, the weight of the sudden shift in plans pressing down on him. “Are you sure about this? I mean, you were pretty clear about giving Maria time to-”“Just make the call, Gunnar,” Rene interrupted sharply. The rage in his eyes left no doubt—this was not a mo
As soon as Maria stepped through the grand entrance of the mansion, Princess, who was pacing in the hallway, spotted her and practically flew over. Without a word of greeting, she grabbed Maria’s arm and tugged her down the corridor.“Hey, what’s going on?” Maria asked, her voice laced with confusion as she stumbled to keep up.“Just trust me,” Princess said, her voice urgent. She didn’t look back, but Maria could see the intensity in her cousin’s eyes.Maria tried to pry her arm free, but Princess was relentless. “Seriously, Princess, where are we going? What are you doing?”“Just trust me!” Princess repeated, her tone brooking no argument. “You’ll understand in a minute.”They turned a corner and headed straight for her grandfather’s office. The tension between them spiked, and Maria’s nerves were getting the better of her. She felt a hint of frustration as they approached the heavy oak door.Without knocking, Princess swung it open and pulled Maria inside. The room was filled with
As the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed in his ear, Rene jumped slightly, looking back to see Maria standing in the doorway in her nightgown.Her eyes looked puffed, and Rene rested his toothbrush on the sink as he turned to face her properly, brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” He asked softly. She shook her head and then walked up to him, resting her forehead on his bare chest gently, shutting her eyes.Although he was confused since he slept deeply last night, Rene slowly stroked her hair, mumbling, "You want to talk about it?""You were right," Maria whispered, her voice hoarse. "About what?" Rene mumbled as she squeezed him tightly."Everything... I am only a tool for them to use... They don't see my worth past that.""Oh baby,"Silently, Rene listened to the muffled sobs from Maria. Her body trembled against his, and she cried quietly. "They never seem to want to sell Princess or Bianca off," she repeated, her voice breaking. "But me? I'm always the one they dangle in f
Resting back in his seat, Rene could feel the tension in the room as all eyes remained fixed on him. He took a sip of his orange juice, savoring the silence for a moment before responding with a casual tone."Well, Mr. Rossi," Rene began, leaning back in his chair, "as Mr. Gunnar's secretary, I suppose I could give you a few pointers on how to make a good impression."Mr. Rossi's eyes narrowed slightly, but he maintained his composed expression. "Please, go ahead."Rene took another leisurely sip of his juice before continuing. "First and foremost, it's important to be on time. Mr. Gunnar appreciates punctuality. Oh, and make sure you don't interrupt him when he's speaking. He hates that."Carlo Rossi's jaw tightened, but he managed to nod. "Anything else?""Yes," Rene said, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Always address him as 'Mr. Gunnar.' He likes to be reminded of his last name for some reason. And don't forget to bring a good pen. He hates it when people as
At exactly ten o'clock, the polished black SUVs pulled up to the grand entrance of Rossi Enterprise. The morning sun glinted off the building's glass façade as Rene, flanked by a group of serious-looking men in black suits, got out and strode towards the entrance. Gunnar, looking equally composed but slightly more nervous, followed beside him.The revolving doors swung open, and they were greeted by the Rossi family standing in the lobby. Mr. Rossi stood at the forefront, his stern expression softened into a practiced smile. Next to him were his three sons, Josh, Antonio, and Juan, and behind them, the younger generation, Luca, Jason, Princess, Maria, José, Luis, Alejandro, and Bianca... they were all impeccably dressed."Mr. Gunnar, welcome to Rossi Enterprise," Mr. Rossi greeted, extending a hand with a warm but slightly strained smile. "It’s a pleasure to have you here."Stopping before him, Gunnar shook Mr. Rossi's hand firmly, giving a polite nod. "Thank you, Mr. Rossi. It's goo
"Mr. Gunnar, please wait!" Maria's voice rang again through the conference room, breaking the stunned silence.Hesitantly, Gunnar paused, turning back to face Maria. His expression softened slightly, recognizing the worry in her eyes. "Mrs. Flores, I understand you're passionate about this, but I can't accept Antonio's proposal. It simply doesn't meet our standards."Darting her gaze around the room, Maria took a deep breath, her heart pounding, and she let out, "I know, Mr. Gunnar. But you seemed intrigued by my responses earlier. I believe we can find a solution that works for both parties. Please give us another chance."For a moment, Gunnar studied her, his gaze thoughtful. "I was impressed by your insights, Maria. You showed a depth of understanding and a practical approach that I found refreshing. But as much as I'd like to honor my word to you, I can't proceed with a proposal that lacks substance."Suddenly, Mr. Rossi looked up sharply. "If you won't work with Antonio, and you'
As Rene escorted Gunnar to his car, the tension of the meeting gradually dissipated into the warm morning air. The black SUV gleamed in the sunlight as the driver opened the door for them.Gunnar settled into the back seat with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "That was quite the meeting," he said, his tone more relaxed now that they were outside the confines of the conference room.Rene nodded, his face still composed as he slid in beside Gunnar. "Indeed, it was. But there's more to be done."Gunnar glanced at Rene, curiosity piqued. "What's next on the agenda?""I think you should head back to the company first," Rene suggested, his voice calm and deliberate.Gunnar raised an eyebrow. "Why's that? Aren't you coming with me?"Rene shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "No, I need to go back in for Maria. Now that she decided to take a stand, I don't need their negativity corrupting her mind."Understanding dawned on Gunnar's face, and he nodded slowly. "Ah, I see
Rome's eyes darkened with concern as he watched the fear spread across Catherine's face. He quickly reached for her hand, holding it firmly in his. "Hey, it's alright," he said softly, trying to soothe her. "It's just a glass of wine. Don't let your mind run wild."Catherine's gaze remained fixed on the shattered glass, her breath coming in shallow bursts. "But... Rene," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I just... I have a bad feeling. What if something's wrong?"Rome squeezed her hand gently, trying to steady her. "You're letting your motherly instincts get the best of you," he said in a calm, reassuring tone. "Rene is a grown man. He can handle himself. You know how strong and capable he is."Catherine bit her lip, her eyes still wide with anxiety. "I know, but... you know how it is. Sometimes, as a mother, you just feel things. And right now, I feel like something's not right."Rome sighed inwardly, knowing how deeply Catherine's instincts ran when it came to their son. He didn't