LOGINJulian's voice boomed through the office intercom, summoning everyone to his office. The cleaners, administrators, and executives alike gathered nervously outside his door.
“What's going on?” Maria, the team lead, whispered to Sophia.
Sophia shrugged. “I have no idea”.
Julian's personal assistant ushered them in, and they filled the spacious office. Julian stood behind his desk, his expression stern.
“As you're all aware, my diamond necklace has gone missing”, he began. “I'm offering a reward for any information on who took it”.
The room fell silent. Sophia's heart skipped a beat as Julian's eyes scanned the room, locking onto hers.
“Someone mentioned that you were the last person to clean my office”, Julian said, his gaze fixed on Sophia.
A murmur ran through the crowd, Sophia felt her face grow hot. She had cleaned Julian's office the previous evening, but she knew she hadn't taken the necklace.
But then, something unexpected happened. Julian's expression softened, and he took a step closer to Sophia.
“Wait a minute….” he trailed off, his eyes narrowing. “I've seen you before, haven't I?”
Sophia's heart pounded in her chest. What was Julian talking about? She recognized him immediately but decided not to say anything.
Julian's eyes seemed to bore into Sophia's soul. She felt like he could see through her.
“I could swear…..” Julian's voice faded, and he looked at Sophia with intense gaze.
The room fell silent, with all eyes on Sophia and Julian. She hadn't seen the owner of St Clair Industries since she started working. The tension was palpable.
Sophia shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to do. She knew she hadn't stolen the necklace.
As the silence stretched, Sophia felt her anxiety grow. Why did he remember?
The silence was finally broken when Julian spoke up.
“I need to talk to her alone”, he said, his voice firm but gentle.
The room emptied, leaving Sophia with Julian. She felt a sense of trepidation, unsure of what was about to happen.
Julian's eyes locked onto Sophia's. “You're the one”, he said, his voice low and husky. “The girl I met at Rachel's strip club. We had a good time together, it's you”.
Sophia's eyes widened, and she began to fidget. “N-no, I don't know what you're talking about sir”, she stammered.
Julian chuckled, taking a step closer to Sophia. “Don't play dumb with me. I know it's you, Sophia right?”.
Sophia's face grew hot, and she took a step back, still fidgeting. “I….I need to go”, she said, turning to leave.
Julian's voice stopped her. “Wait!”
But Sophia didn't look back. She rushed out of Julian's office, leaving him puzzled and intrigued.
Sophia felt uneasy as she left Julian's office. She couldn't shake off the feeling that Julian already recognized her.
She pushed the thought aside and focused on the good news - she had finally saved up enough money for her mother's surgery.
As Sophia entered her apartment, she was met with an unexpected scene. Alex was pacing back and forth in the living room, his face twisted in anger. Tina sat on the couch, watching him with a mixture of guilt and fear.
Sophia's instinct told her that something was wrong. “What's going on?” she asked, her voice etched with worry.
Alex spun around, his eyes blazing with anger. “You're asking what's going on?” he repeated, his voice rising. “I can't believe you did this, Sophia…..I never knew you could stoop so low”.
Sophia's heart
sank. What was Alex talking about? And what did Tina know?.
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







