KAYLA'S POV."Rest well, mom." I whispered, while my dad gently patted down her hair."I would just see Kayla out, sweetie." Dad informed her, before standing up from the bed, where he sat beside my mom's lying frame."Goodnight mom." I said, walking out of her room with Dad following me behind. As soon as we got down to the living room, I turned to look at his confused face. "Where is Gabriel?" He asked."He's gone, dad. I saw him out." I replied blandly. "Did you really....?" He started, but paused midway, giving me a look of suspicion. "What?""Kayla....." He released a sigh, lowering himself onto the couch beside me. I wasn't sure why, but the look on his face had me feeling quite unsettled. "You do know that we aren't like that, right?""Like how?" My heartbeat accelerated. Surely, Gabriel wouldn't have said anything to him. Certainly. "We have never, and will never, treat Gabriel the way his family treated him."The moment he said that, I released a low sigh of relief."Dad.
KAYLA'S POV."You can't ask us to keep calm, when our investments are at the brink of ruin!""Calm down, gentlemen...."This scene I was replaying in my head, had taken place roughly 6 days ago. But even up until now, I wasn't really settled. Something seemed off.As soon as Joana had left after her unwelcomed visit to my office that day, Lexi returned to inform me that I had actually forgotten the missing painting at my father's office.Immediately, I remembered taking it to dad for some honest criticism. I guess I had forgotten to return the piece back to my office, before retiring home that night. As soon as Lexi informed me, I made my way to Dad's office. Just as I got to his door and was about to pull open, I heard some angry voices. Apparently, there was an issue. One which I was trying to find out, before Carla showed up and interrupted my eavesdropping. One minute, she was asking me what I needed at my father's office, and the next minute, she had stepped into his office and
GABRIEL'S POV With piqued curiosity, I watched as uncle Ricardo placed the huge bouquet of roses in Aunt stacy's arm. He was seated next to her on the round table."My condolences, Stacy." He muttered, clearly trying his best to not hold her gaze for long. "Are you trying to mock me or what?" She shot back, and Enzo's attention fell on them immediately. "Come on, mom." He muttered, a look of disappointment on his face. "I thought you both were gone past this?""I thought we were too." She opened her eyes wider, for emphasis. "But that was until a few seconds ago, when he put these flowers in my arm, with such crusty statement. Like he wasn't part of the people who took Barone's body away from me when....."She had been ssying a whole lot without giving a breathing break in between, until Uncle Ricardo cut her off."I'm sorry." He said, making her go mute instantly. "I am really sorry, Stacy." He added, now staring closely at her. Why did they lock eyes in such manner? Was I the onl
KAYLA'S POV "Oh God. Not today." I released a small sigh, looking around my office for the hundredth time today. Where could I have possibly kept that piece?Sweat broke onto my forehead, and tears of frustration clogged my eyes. Oh God, please. How was it possible that the sample piece I was supposed to present to Mr Leonard today, suddenly disappeared?!Mr Leonard was the client that my father had recently hooked me up with, I and I was supposed to submit my sample art piece to him today.With the rate at which things were going, I may not be able to find that piece, before the time for our meeting."Lexi, what do I do?" I muttered half mindedly, watching as her forehead creased in worry."When was the last time you saw it ma?" She asked, and I released an even more frustrated sigh. I was in no mood to be interrogated. "This is sooo unprofessional." I muttered to myself. "Ma?" She called, trying to get my attention back to her previous question."I ate lunch yesterday, and it was
KAYLA'S POV "Wowww!! Beulah! This is beautifuuullll..." I grinned in satisfaction, as I looked over the place. I loved how she infused so much artistic designs around."I'm so glad you love it, honey!" She smiled. "The cleaning company we hired to clean up the place, would be here any time from now.""So after today, it is safe to say that our gallery is officially open!" Lisa exclaimed in excitement.Tears clogged my eyes, as I looked at my friends in appreciation. These past three weeks, they have both been very supportive towards the preparations and arrangements for the gallery's opening. "Girl, no time for that. Do. Not. Let. That. Tear. Drop." Lisa warned, hurrying over to the mahogany desk in my office, and picking up her bag. "We have a party to attend, and we should only go as late as could be fashionable. As it stands, we would be late late late.""True." I nodded, realizing time had flown past us. Tonight was for the celebration of Pearson Group's 25th anniversary, and i
3 WEEKS LATER. GABRIEL'S POV. These past weeks has been quite stressful and tiring. We had successfully set up the several offices in my new company, and I had employed at least, two-third of my new workers for both the tech company and my new cocaine factory here in New York. When I had shared my idea of starting up another factory here in America, uncle Luca and aunt Bea weren't so sure about it. They felt they didn't wield as much power and connections in America, as they had in italy. So starting up an illegal business here, was fated to face more problems than we could imagine. But then again, it was ME. I always made things work. The first board meeting for my tech company was supposed to hold today, and I was officially going to meet with my board of directors. I was very glad that all my plans were finally materializing. Quickly tidying up, I stepped out of the house and made my way to the location my new secretary; Irene, had shared with me earlier in the day. On ge