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Three months ago:
"Mom, what's going on? You've been tired for weeks," Sophia said, concern etched on her face.
Margaret, her Mother, lying in the hospital bed, weakly smiled. "I'm fine sweetie. Just a little exhausted".
Sophia's eyes narrowed. "Exhausted? Mom, you collapsed at home. That's not exhaustion, that's....I don't know, something serious"
Margaret's smile faltered, and she looked away. "I'll be fine, Sophia. Don't worry."
But Sophia was worried. Margaret had always been the strong one, the one who took care of everyone else. But now, she felt like she was in way over her head.
As she sat in the hospital waiting room, waiting for the doctor to come out and talk to her about her mother's condition, Sophia couldn't help but think about her own life. She worked as a cleaner at a well known strip club, earning just enough to make ends meet. It wasn't the most glamorous job, but it paid little bills.
But now, with her mother's illness, Sophia felt like her whole world was being turned upside down.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, a middle-aged doctor with a kind face emerged from the doorway. "Sophia, right? I'm Dr Thomas. I've been taking care of your mother."
Sophia nodded, standing up to greet the doctor. "Yes, that's me. How is she?"
Dr Thomas led Sophia to a quiet corner of the waiting room. "Please, have a seat. I want to talk to you about your mother's condition".
Sophia's heart sank as she sat down. She had a feeling that this wasn't going to be good.
"Your mother has been experiencing some symptoms that led us to run some tests", Dr Thomas began. "It appears that she has a heart valve problem. Specifically , her mitral valve is severely damaged and needs to be replaced."
Sophia felt like she had been punched in the gut. "What does that even mean? Is she going to be okay?".
Dr Thomas nodded reassuringly. "With surgery, yes, she should be fine. But we need to act quickly. The longer we wait, the higher the risk of complications".
Sophia took a deep breath, trying to process the information. "Okay, what's the next step?"
"We'll need to schedule the surgery," Dr Thomas replied. "In the meantime , we'll need to run some other tests and also place her on some drugs to make sure she's healthy enough for the procedure".
Sophia nodded, feeling a sense of determination wash over her. She would do whatever it took to make sure her mother got the care she needed.
But then, Dr Thomas dropped a bombshell. "The surgery will cost approximately $150,000, but the drugs to keep her stable right now before she can take surgery is $4000".
Sophia's eyes widened in shock. She had been expecting a high price tag, but nothing could have prepared her for this. She felt like she had been punched in the gut all over again.
"How am I supposed to afford that?" Sophia asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Dr Thomas' expression was sympathetic. "I know that's a lot to take in. I know how kind your mother is to people, how about you borrow a loan"
"I have nothing to give as collateral, doctor" Sophia said, feeling a sense of overwhelm wash over her.
"Get the drugs first and we'll see how it goes from there" Dr Thomas added.
After her conversation with Dr Thomas, she left the hospital with so many thoughts. The bright sunlight outside the hospital was a stark contrast to the dimly lit corridors Sophia had just left behind. She squinted, feeling a headache coming on.
As she walked to the bus stop, Sophia's mind was racing. She had so many questions, so many worries. But she knew she had to stay strong, for her mother's sake.
Sophia got on the bus and found a seat, feeling a sense of determination wash over her. She would get through this, no matter what it took.
The bus ride gave Sophia some much-needed time to think. She thought about her job at the strip club, and how she was going to find a way to make more money to pay for her mother's surgery. She thought about her mother's condition, and how she was going to be strong for her.
As the bus rumbled on, Sophia's mind was a jumble of emotions. She was scared, worried, and unsure of what the future held. But she was determined, strong and resilient.
Finally, the bus pulled up to Sophia's stop, and she stood up to get off. She walked the few blocks to her apartment, her mind still reeling with thoughts and emotions.
As she walked in the door, Sophia was greeted by the familiar sight of her small apartment. It was a cozy space, with a comfortable couch and a small TV. But it was also a reminder of Sophia's limited means. She had always struggled to make ends meet, working multiple jobs just to get by but none seemed to be enough.
So much to deal with and she didn't know where to start from. Sophia looked around her apartment, her eyes landed on a photo of her and her mother. They were smiling and happy. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She immediately rubbed her cheeks of the tears and decided to act strong.
With newfound determination, Sophia began to make a plan. She would talk to her boss at the strip club, and see if she could pick up more shifts. She would also start looking for jobs, once that paid better and would help her make more money.
And she would pay for the surgery, no matter what.
As Sophia sat down on her couch, feeling a sense of purpose and determination, she knew she was ready for whatever laid ahead.
Sophia's phone rang, breaking the silence. She picked it up, hoping it was the doctor with some good news. But instead, it was her boss from the strip club. "Hey Sophia, I need to talk to you about your schedule."
Sophia's heart sank, wondering if she was about to lose her job. But she took a deep breath, and answered, "What's up?"
"I need you to work a double shift tonight," her boss said. "The other cleaner called in sick, and I'm short-staffed"
"Okay, I will do it," Sophia said, thinking about her mother and the surgery she needed. "Better then" her boss said and hung up.
Sophia sighed, feeling a sense of exhaustion. But she knew she had to be strong, for her mother's sake.
A while later, her boyfriend rushed in, a charming, tall and good looking guy in his late 20s. As they sat on the couch, he took Sophia's hand. "I'm so sorry babe, I can imagine how you're feeling".
Sophia shook her head, feeling tears welled up in her eyes again. "I just don't know how I'm going to pay for the surgery Alex, it's $150,000. My insurance can't even cover the medication".
Alex's face fell, and he looked away for a moment. When he turned back to Sophia, his eyes were filled with determination. "I know I don't have a lot of money, but I want to help. I can give you the $4000 to help pay for your mom's medication, at least to keep her stable for the time being. It's not much, but it's something and i promise to do that consecutively".
Sophia's eyes widened in surprise. "Alex, I don't know if I can take your money".
Alex shook his head. "You are not taking my money Sophia, but my help. I want to help. Please let me do this for you".
Sophia felt a lump form in her throat as she looked at Alex. She knew that he was struggling financially, just like her. But he was willing to give the little he has to help her mom.
"Thank you, Alex," Sophia said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you so much" Alex smiled and pulled Sophia into a hug.
Fast forward to the present day:
Sophia's
phone rang. What she heard at the other end when she answered made her blood run cold........
Sophia’s body went still as the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding.Out stepped a woman—tall, poised, dressed in a fitted black suit that screamed quiet authority. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a bun, and her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she walked. There was something commanding about her presence, the kind of confidence that didn’t need to be spoken.“Miss Brooks?” the woman said, her voice smooth but assessing.Sophia stood automatically. “Yes.”“I’m Mrs. Hale. I handle external affairs here at D Brooks Industries. I was told you came in to make an inquiry.”Sophia nodded, her fingers brushing nervously against her purse strap. “Yes, I just— I wanted to know who runs this company. I’ve seen the name ‘Brooks’ and… it’s my surname too.”Mrs. Hale’s gaze didn’t waver. “And you’re wondering if there’s a connection?”“Yes,” Sophia admitted softly.For a moment, Mrs. Hale said nothing. Then she gave a thin, polite smile. “That’s understandable. But I’m
Sophia barely touched her breakfast that morning. The sun was bright, pouring through the glass walls of the kitchen, but her world felt gray and uncertain. The night before had been long — endless hours of her lying awake, staring at the ceiling, thoughts crashing over each other like restless waves.Julian had already left for the office. The twins were with Emma in the nursery, their soft giggles echoing faintly through the house. Normally, that sound brought her peace. But today, her heart was anything but peaceful.She sat at the dining table, staring at her untouched cup of tea. On her phone screen was the Brooks Industries website she had been scrolling through for the past hour. Every time she saw that name, a strange chill ran through her. Brooks. Her surname.Her mother had always told her that her father had no family — that he’d died alone, leaving nothing behind but memories. So why did this company exist? Why did it carry her name?She whispered under her breath, “It can
The evening air felt heavy when Sophia got home. The sky outside was painted in fading shades of gray, and the soft hum of the city drifted through the open window. She dropped her purse on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and stood in silence for a long time.The clock on the wall ticked loudly. Every sound in the house suddenly felt louder than usual — the faint creak of the ceiling fan, the distant barking of a dog, even her own breathing. She wrapped her arms around herself and exhaled slowly.Jason’s words from the café echoed in her head like a haunting replay:“What’s your connection with Brook Industries?”Her connection?She frowned, walking to the window and staring into the quiet street. Cars passed occasionally, headlights sweeping through the living room like brief flashes of thought. She rubbed her forehead, trying to make sense of it.Her father was dead. That’s what her mother said. That’s what she believed for years. So how could his name — her family name — be tied t
The café was quiet that afternoon, tucked away from the rush of the main street. The air was warm, filled with the scent of roasted beans and vanilla. Soft jazz played in the background, and the low hum of quiet conversations made it feel peaceful — too peaceful for what Sophia felt inside.She sat at a corner table, close to the window. Her fingers traced the rim of her coffee cup while her eyes kept darting toward the entrance. She had been there for almost fifteen minutes, waiting. Her phone lay face-down beside her, the screen dark, her thoughts darker.When Jason finally walked in, she saw him immediately. He wore a plain white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and his usual confident walk made heads turn. He spotted her quickly and smiled — that familiar, easy smile he always carried. But to Sophia, it didn’t feel as warm as it used to.“Hey,” he said, pulling out the chair opposite hers. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare.”“It’s fine,” Sophia replied softly, forcing a small smil
The morning light spilled into the bedroom through half-drawn curtains, painting the walls in a warm gold. Sophia stirred slowly, blinking against the brightness. For a second, she reached for the spot beside her, expecting Julian’s warmth — but the bed was cold.She sat up, brushing a strand of hair off her face. “Julian?” she called softly. No answer.The faint sound of movement came from downstairs — the clinking of glass, the low hum of the coffee machine. She slipped out of bed, wrapping his shirt around her shoulders, and padded down the stairs quietly.Julian was in the kitchen, his back turned, sleeves rolled up, phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he poured coffee into two mugs. His tone was low, controlled — but tense.“No, tell him I said the board meets at eleven, not ten,” he said, pausing. “Yes, I’ll handle the rest when I get there.”Sophia leaned against the doorway, watching him. When he finally hung up, she smiled faintly. “So much for a peaceful morning,”
The drive back home from the resort was quiet, not the uncomfortable kind, but the kind that carried warmth. The windows were half-rolled down, letting in the soft evening wind that swept through Sophia’s hair. Julian’s hand rested loosely on the steering wheel, the other stretched out to hold hers.Neither of them spoke much. The vacation had been everything they needed — peaceful, freeing, almost unreal. But as the city skyline came into view, the calm slowly began to fade, replaced by the familiar weight of reality.When they pulled into the driveway, Sophia glanced at the house and smiled faintly. “Feels weird to be back,” she said, her voice soft.Julian smiled back. “Yeah, I know. Feels like the air out here’s heavier than it should be.”She chuckled lightly. “You mean the air or all the business calls waiting for you?”He threw her a look, pretending to groan. “Please, don’t remind me.”They both laughed, and for a moment, it felt like the tension that lingered on their shoulde







