Alison stopped in her tracks, looking back at Oscar.
Her gaze on him was as though the answers lay written on his face. "What’s in it for me?" she asked, "how do you plan to help me?" "I can help you get your son back," Oscar had replied, his tone low, and desperate. "You just need to help me win this case. There is a lot more at stake than just the law. You could be the key, Ms. Harper. It's why you are the queen of justice." She had to get him back, no matter the cost. For all she knew, The Franciscos were not ready to hand over custody of her son to her, and now that she was fully established, she would use all means to get her son back. "I understand your conflict. Here is my card, just in case you change your mind," he said, handing her a white card with his phone number and email address written on it. *** After her encounter with Oscar, she had forgotten about his ordeal. Her focus was to get her son back; nothing else mattered. Just as she was thinking, her phone buzzed, and the caller ID showed it was Bruno. She hesitated for only a moment before answering. “Bruno,” she said, her voice sounding cold. “Alison,” he replied, his tone surprisingly calm. “I was just thinking about you.” She scoffed. “Oh, really? How thoughtful of a married man.” “I’m serious,” he continued. “I just came across your profile, and you have improved greatly.” Alison rolled her eyes. “Cut the pleasantries, Bruno. What do you want?” “I want you to know that I’m working on something big. A project that will change everything. I’m taking the company to the next level. There is a lot of money to be made.” He paused, almost too casually. “You wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to work with me, would you? Why don't you come back to the company? I'll give you whatever position you want.” "Bruno, I am not the old Alison you could toy around with. I am not, and will never work for you. To hell with your project and company," she responded. "How would Theo feel about this?" He suddenly said, causing Alison to be silent. Finally, she let out a chuckle, "What kind of a monster are you? Are you trying to blackmail me by using my son? It won't work, try again." "Just you wait and see what the future holds for this project. You will come back crawling to me. Don't miss your chance now." He added with a sneer. She hung up without saying a word. She knew of the project, at least a tip of it, and knowing Bruno, he would do anything to make it a success. She reached for her phone again and dialed Oscar’s number. The phone rang twice before he answered. "Ms. Harper,” he said, his voice calm “I’m glad you called. Have you decided yet?” “I’ll do it,” she said, her voice filled with determination. “I’ll help you win your case. Be sure to keep to your end of the bargain." Oscar let out a relieving sigh, "thank you so much, Ms. Harper." "But first, there is a catch." She added. Oscar paused, "what is it?" “I want to be in your company. I want a real position. I’ll be the head of the law firm. That way, I can work from the inside and find out who your spies are. If I work in your company, I won't be able to work for another, no matter what; until the deal is over.” “I was hoping you would say that,” he replied, a tinge of happiness in his voice. “I will send over the contract. We will get everything in writing and seal it. Once you sign, you can resume duty here.” *** After carefully reviewing the contract, she signed her name below getting ready to start the game of justice. She walked into Rodrigo Internationals, the biggest conglomerate in the US, wearing black pants and a white shirt, coupled with a pair of black stiletto heels. When she stepped into the elevator, she met Oscar, who stood expressionlessly. "Good morning, Ms. Harper," he greeted. She nodded slightly, "good morning." “So, welcome aboard,” he said, his voice calm yet professional. “I trust you are ready to begin.” Alison nodded, wearing a smile. "I’m ready. But I need to know one thing, Oscar." He raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead." She turned to him and asked. "Who exactly am I defending in this case?" "I'm sorry about that, I should have informed you before now," he said, letting out a sigh, "but first, I must thank you for accepting to work with us. Since you have signed the contract, I will let you meet the CEO of the company; the one in whom you are helping with the case." She nodded and remained silent. The elevator doors opened, and they walked into a spacious, glass-walled office. As she walked behind Oscar, observing the large space, they walked into the office of the CEO. "She is here, sir," Oscar said with a bow. The man stood tall with his back to them, gazing at the city from his ceiling-to-floor glass window. "I'll leave you now, Ms. Harper," Oscar said and walked away. There was something familiar about the man, but Alison shook the feeling off. She cleared her throat and introduced herself, her tone sounding professional. "Good day, Mr. CEO. I'm Alison Harper, your new lawyer, and I will be taking on your case from now on." There was no reply from him for some minutes, and before Alison could say another word, the man finally spoke up. "Long time, no see, Ali." That voice... That nickname.. She refused to believe it was who she thought it was until he turned around. The CEO of Rodrigo Internationals...the one she was supposed to defend was none other than Travis. Her first love. The man who had abandoned her at the time she needed him the most. She stared at him, her heart beating faster than usual in her chest. The very man she had sworn to never set her eyes on was now standing across from her, and he was her client. "Travis," she whispered. "Hi, Alison. Thank you for accepting to—" "Never! If I had known it was you, I would never have signed the contract. I'm resigning."The energy in the room was a radiation of coldness in its most toxic form. And although they were quite a number of people in the room, the silence was such that if a pin dropped to the floor, the sound would be loud and clear enough for everyone to hear.“Lord Castro… what do we do next?” A man finally asked, breaking the silence. “Raquel was supposed to take over this great clan once you're gone.”A much older man, dressed in all black, and holding a cigarette in his right hand shook his head, and the room tensed up in anticipation as they waited for him to speak. “And who says I'm leaving anytime soon?”“My lord, Marco is right, now that your only heiress is gone, what becomes of the Clan, and the ones responsible for her death?” Another man, dressed in all black as well, asked. “The lawyer, and her husband… you spent years avenging the deaths of your cartel members, and Raquel in question was your daughter and…”“That's enough!” Lord Castro yelled, hitting his palm against the ta
**FIVE YEARS LATER*** It is crazy how time flies, leaving very little or no room for correction of past mistakes. Although some people get lucky enough to make atonement for their sins, others do not, rather they spend the rest of their days in anguish, and drowning in deep seethed guilt. Living with the consequences of your actions is something that cannot be bargained, and the rationale behind this, only the creator knows. Quite popular yet true quotes… probably a product of karma, or beyond physical wisdom. It has been five years since everything, yes… everything. Raquel was later rushed to the hospital after the accident, since she was found to still have a little life left in her. However, her punishment was not over… all the innocent people she'd done no good to, seemed to be fighting against her, thus, the life left, was not sufficient enough to sustain her for a little more time. Raquel Castro was confirmed dead few hours after getting into the hospital, her Mafia fami
Travis' hopeful gaze lingered on Alison as he waited for her to say something.What did she mean by she was ahead of him on this one? And the look she had in her eyes was one he took a lot of time to understand.Whenever she knew a secret or had a surprise planned out, that was the exact same expression.“It depends on you… what do you want to hear?” she shrugged and sat upright, so did he.“I want to hear everything Alison, the whole plan.” He insisted and she nodded.“We are going to be needing Uncle Carlos' help on this one.” She started. “I have been keeping tabs on Raquel, and I'm glad she is still here in Chicago. Apparently not yet aware that we know about all of her stupid deeds.”As She spoke, his gaze drifted off, picturing her words clearly. “And since she doesn't know that we are aware of her atrocities, I'm pretty sure she's out there living her normal life.”“Exactly, she doesn't even have any reason to suspect that anyone knows about her sins, since she was smart enough
Alison smiled widely settling onto a long couch, with Travis by her side, and her gaze darting around the room, to the happy faces of her guests - unexpected guests actually.Forgiveness felt exciting, it made her feel lighter, like a heavy weight just got lifted off her shoulder.“This has to be the most underrated pill.” She whispered, snuggling closer to Travis.“What's that?” He asked, staring in her eyes, with his arms wrapped around her.“Forgiveness.” She responded, and broke off their eye contact, allowing her gaze wander off. “You know, when I got Bruno arrested alongside his mother, and gained custody over my son… it did not feel this satisfying.”Oscar and Karen stopped their conversation and had their entire attention fixed on the couple, who were just starting to reinkindle their love.“I felt thirsty, like there was so much more I was missing out on.” She continued. “You know that feeling when you have already gotten everything you always wanted, and yet it was not as sa
The moment he sighted Alison walk out of the room looking like a ghost, better still, a frame of her former self, Travis' eyes widened in shock, so did his mouth. There was not any way he would have believe that his Alison would lose so much weight and life in just a matter of twenty one days. Her collar bones were glaring, deep enough to hold water in them. Her eyes were red, and so was her face… a testament to the tears she had to shed and the pain she'd gone through.Alison on the other hand, kept staring at him, although at first she didn't want to admit it, he was looking so haggard and unkept, his hair was messy and his moustache was starting to grow wild.Only twenty-one days apart did this to the couple, who would have thought so.Still standing apart, the couple kept staring at each other, with so many words running through their minds, yet no one was uttering any words.Who would?Travis who was articulating his thoughts and thinking of the perfect way to get Alison's for
After so much hesitation, Travis finally planted a soft knock, on the door of Megan's apartment.“Who is it? How can I help you?” He heard Megan's soft voice ring from inside, and moved back slightly.As sounds of footsteps approached and grew louder, so did Travis’ heartbeats. What if she sends him away rudely?Alison must have told her about everything that happened, so how was he going to face her now?“Who is it, yo …” Megan's voice stopped halfway as she sighted Travis standing by the door, looking pale.“Y..you're here,” she said, obviously shocked. “I never thought you'd stop by.”“I'm sorry, I swear, I'm really sorry.” He said and Megan folded her arms under her chest.“What do you want? Why are you here?” “Aunt Megan, please… I need your help, don't say no, I beg of you.” He pleaded. “A lot happened, and I really need to speak with Alison.”“Well… sorry to disappoint you, but Alison is not here.” Megan shrugged and turned to go in, but Travis held onto her hand, with guilt