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"We’ve been waiting too long. What does he think he is?" Mr. Donovan Creed said as he slammed the table with a force that echoed through the room. Every person seated at the long, polished table flinched at the sound, and their attention turned to him. "Mr. Creed, you need to calm down. I am sure he is on his way," the secretary said, standing there calmly. "Calm down? When we talk about power and time, I know you have no business with either. People like you can afford to waste all day in one place, but not someone like us. I don’t have the luxury of patience, nor do I tolerate incompetence. We’re not here to twiddle our thumbs while he takes his sweet time," Mr. Donovan Creed snapped. Around the table, the other executives exchanged uneasy glances. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats, while others stared down at the documents in front of them, trying to avoid Mr. Creed’s piercing gaze. One of the senior members of the board, a man with graying hair and a nervous demeanor,
“Are they trying to disgrace me even more?” Mr. Creed muttered under his breath, his face twisted with anger.Before he could take a few steps out of the company’s building, a sea of reporters and flashing cameras descended on him like vultures. The barrage of questions hit him from all sides.“Mr. Creed, we just heard your partnership with Hansol Group Corporation has been terminated! How does it feel, considering the fact that you’ve been working with them for over 18 years? Since this company actually started, do you think the ex-chairman’s son is trying to bring you down after all your hard work?”Creed’s eyes darkened with fury as his guards quickly stepped in, blocking the crowd from getting too close. With a firm grip on his arm, they guided him toward his car, clearing the path as best they could. But the questions kept coming, swirling around him like a storm he couldn’t escape.“Mr. Creed, is this the end of your legacy with the company, or should I rather say the fall of yo
"And if given this opportunity, I promise to propel this company to global dominance and make it the best in the world," she declared, her eyes sparkling like diamonds, radiating pure joy and unwavering ambition as she sat up straight.Her hair was styled in a sleek high ponytail, and her vibrant red dress perfectly accentuated her flawless skin.The man looked up at her, and a smug smile spread across his face. "How about you make my d*** go global?" he said, letting out a booming laugh that echoed through the room.“Huh,” she mumbled, taken aback as she tried to process the unexpected remark."Don’t tell me you don’t know what I meant,PRETTY GIRL!" he continued with a smirk as he stood up, brushing off the crudeness with a casual wave of his hand. "Just a joke, by the way," he added as he moved behind her, his presence lingering a little too close."I know you just rehearsed this... that’s what you young girls do these days," he said in a mocking tone."You come in here, rattling of
"Let’s see how things go tomorrow. I’m pretty sure you’ll land a good-paying job with all those qualifications..." Naomi said as they strolled down the narrow road.Kristen walked quietly beside her, lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on the ground."Come on, cheer up. You’ve only been here two days, and I just know tomorrow will turn out great," Naomi added, nudging Kristen lightly with her elbow.Kristen nodded and smiled softly."I’m happy to have you back," Naomi said, wrapping her arms around Kristen from behind in a warm hug as they continued walking.Kristen giggled softly. "I’m happy to be here too," she replied, letting herself lean into the comfort of Naomi’s embrace.As they continued down the road, Kristen's eyes caught sight of a white house at the end of the street. She paused mid-step, a puzzled look crossing her face. "Wait... there wasn’t any house here three years ago," she murmured, tilting her head to the side.Naomi chuckled softly beside her. "Oh, you still rem
The morning sun cast its golden light upon the mansion, as the flowers swayed gracefully in the garden."Gracious Lord, my rice porridge on the fire!"Mrs Sophia exclaimed as she set down the watering can heavily on the ground and quickly rushed through the garden to enter the house...…..."This is it, I need to get out of here," Kristen whispered to herself, darting out from her hiding spot. The entrance door was ajar, and with a surge of urgency, she sprinted toward it. Just as she reached the threshold, ready to make her escape, a voice pierced the air."Excuse me, who are you?" The voice halted her in her tracks. Kristen froze, her breath catching as she turned slowly to face the speaker."Oh, you must be the maid that the 'Your Home We Care' agency sent,"Mrs Sophia’s voice softened as she hurried over. Kristen nodded her head quickly and frantically.Her heart pounded in her chest as she swallowed hard, forcing a nervous smile on her face whileMrs Sophia approached her."We nee
Mr Donovan Creed’s residence"Damn it, I want them dead! Every single one of the Andersons... I don’t care what it takes. I will strip everything from them!" Mr. Creed snarled, his voice echoing as he slammed the door behind him. In his hand, he held a crumpled copy of the Daily Graphic, his fingers tightening around the paper as his rage boiled over. "I will end them all!" he bellowed, his eyes wild with fury.He stormed across the room, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he glanced down at the front page....his own face glaring back at him. "Rubbish...nonsense," he growled through clenched teeth."Valtooooorrrrrrr!" Creed roared, his voice filled with venom. "I will make you pay! You’ve put your hands in a tiger’s mouth... you have no idea what you’ve just started." His fists shook with barely controlled anger as he stared into the void....….………………….Meyer Tower Hotel"I’ve already arranged a place for you and your guests, Mr. Erik Meyer," Mr. Valtor said with a broad smile as he
"I'll take care of it, sir. Why don’t you go back home and get some rest? Your wedding is in two days, you’ll need it," Mr. Green said, reaching to collect the files in front of Mr. Anderson."What’s the difference? It’s just another business deal, nothing major… you don’t have to worry about me," Anderson replied sharply as he leaned back in his chair."At least she’s the only one you have a heart for…" Mr. Green added, and Anderson shot him a look.….…………………………………..MallLena moved smoothly through the aisles, pulling dresses and accessories off the racks. Without a word, she began piling them into Kristen's arms, causing Kristen to stagger back, unprepared for the sudden load."Hey, don’t lag too far behind," Lena called over her shoulder, barely glancing at Kristen, who was struggling to keep the dresses from slipping to the floor. As they turned a corner, Lena spotted a gleaming display of heels and strode over for a closer look.She picked up a pair of white satin heels adorned
The morning light cast a magical glow over the white filled hall, where everything shimmered like freshly fallen snow. The room was filled with guest, all dressed in shades of white.Their laughter and chatter mingled harmoniously with the gentle piano music playing softly in the background. Bundles of white roses lined the aisle, their delicate petals carefully scattered along the path leading to the altar.Cameramen flashing lights left and right“I knew I made the right choice with you for my only daughter,” Mr. Erik said warmly. His white suit was pristine and his silver hair was neatly brushed back. Holding a glass of champagne, he beamed with pride as he watched Max approach.Max dressed in a perfectly tailored white suit, walked over with a composed expression. A respectful smile played on his lips as he extended his hand meeting Mr. Erik’s approving nod.“You’re a brave young man,” Mr. Erik continued with genuine admiration. “Not just anyone could stand here today, ready to ta
"Yes, ma’am. I’ve been following her for the past twenty minutes now," the man said, his voice low as he sat alone in his car. From a distance, his eyes locked on Kristen’s back as she slowly dragged herself down the street…“Keep an eye on her and don’t lose sight of her,” Lena’s voice came through cold and sharp. “We end her today. No mistakes…..….……..Kristen swallowed hard as she dragged herself down the street. Her eyes were wide open, unblinking, lost in shock."Yes, the Andersons killed your parents...Paloma Da Silva..."Mr. Creed’s voice echoed fiercely in her head, loud and sharp.“You filthy little girl”Wham!The memory of Mr. Valtor's slap stung her cheek.His cruel words echoed more loudly than ever: "I'll ensure your life is filled with misery. You'll never experience happiness again."Her hands clenched into fists, her heart beating fast. Tears filled her eyes as his words, the memory, and the pain returned like a storm.“They’re evil… wolves dressed like sheep for the
Pointing his torchlight around to see through the dark, the security guard moved from one office to another, making sure everything was in place. He locked the ones that needed to be locked.At the far end, he flashed the torchlight toward the lobby to see if anyone was there but no one was there. Sighing in relief, he turned to walk away. But just as he reached the hallway, he heard footsteps approaching."Hmm..." he muttered, turning quickly to the direction....but no one was there.Suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder.“Ahhh!” he screamed, stumbling backwards and falling to the floor. The torchlight slipped from his hand and skidded across the floor.A polished shoe stopped it from sliding further.“Please… don’t hurt me,” the security guard muttered, crawling back in fear.The figure slowly bent down, picked up the torch, and pointed it directly at the guard’s face.“Please… please don’t…” the guard trembled, his eyes squeezed shut.Then.....there was a clap and the lights fli
A few days later"I’m sorry to tell you this..." he said hesitantly. "Miss Jessica Barlow didn’t make it. She died in the fire... 21 years ago," Mr. Creed added, his gaze dropping to the floor before slowly meeting Kristen’s eyes. There was so much pain in them."And... your parents died in that fire as well," he continued gently.Kristen’s knees buckled, and she fell back into the chair, her eyes wide with disbelief.His words echoed in her mind like a broken record, her heart pounding.She lifted her face slowly, staring at her reflection in the mirror across the room. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came. Just a single tear… then another… sliding quietly down her cheeks.Suddenly a flashback came rushing in.....“Paloma, where are you, little mama?” Mr. Sebastian’s voice called out, slightly panicked as he entered the room.He spun slowly in the center of the room, pretending not to see the little legs peeking from under the bed.“Ohhh, baby… where are you?” he said aga
“She’s stable now,” Dr. Devis said as he approached Mr. Creed.“Good,” Mr. Creed responded, his eyes still fixed on the door to Kristen’s room.Dr. Devis hesitated, then continued, “But we can’t be certain yet. What she recalled during the fire....it may have been a flashback triggered by extreme fear. Trauma can resurface buried memories, but it doesn’t always mean they’ll stay.”Mr. Creed nodded slowly, absorbing every word. “So we won’t know for sure until she wakes up… and says something about it or not?”“Exactly,” the doctor said. “Only then can we confirm if the memories are truly back, or if they were just fleeting echoes stirred by panic.”Just as Dr. Devis walked away, Mom Maria rushed to him in the hallway with panic in her eyes.….……………“Oh goodness....how is she now?” she asked breathlessly, grabbing Mr. Creed’s arm for support.“The doctor said she’s stable,” Mr. Creed replied softly, holding onto her trembling frame as she sank onto the nearby bench. “She collapsed from
“Please… someone save us,” she cried out as the burst of fire surrounded her.With trembling hands, she covered her head and slowly lay flat on the floor, her eyes blinking through tears, fixed helplessly on the flames closing in around her. ...“Miss Jessica,” Paloma called out with a playful laugh, tugging at her hand. “Can we play? Please?”Miss Jessica gave her a gentle smile but shook her head. “It’s bedtime, Paloma. Your mom will kill us if she comes back and finds you still awake.”Paloma pouted, then grinned slyly. “But how will she know… if no one tells her?” She spun around, her eyes wide with mischief. “As soon as we hear her car, I’ll run back to bed and pretend I’ve been sleeping the whole time!”Miss Jessica let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”“Oh, my.....always getting me with this look,” Miss Jessica said with a soft sigh, unable to hide her smile. “Okay, okay... we can play. But only for a few minutes, alright?”“Yay!” Paloma beamed.Jessica
Mr. Creed paced back and forth, the neurologist's words looped through his mind. "Not literally. But placing her in an environment that mimics the original setting... even the scent of smoke, certain visuals, sounds... it might help trigger something. However, I must be clear: this is not guaranteed. There's only about a 70% chance she'll recover even partial memory......and it's emotionally risky."He clenched his jaw, lost in thought.“Mr. Creed, you called for me?” Tyrese’s voice broke the silence as he stepped into the room.Mr. Creed stopped abruptly, turned slowly and locked eyes with Tyrese. He studied him in silence for a moment.“History is about to repeat itself,” he muttered under his breath.Tyrese frowned, confused yet aware of the significance of what was about to unfold.Mr. Creed turned away again, staring into nothing.“There’s going to be another FIRE,” he said quietly, but with a chilling certainty in his voice.“Another fire,” he repeated, steadying himself with a
Kristen walked briskly through the office hallway, a file clutched tightly in her hands. She was headed toward the conference room when the sound of shoes approaching caught her attention.Mr. Creed had just walked in, a security guard following a few paces behind. His usual sharp stride slowed the moment his eyes landed on her.Kristen paused, unsure why he was staring.“Good morning, sir,” she greeted politely, offering a small smile.But Mr. Creed didn’t answer right away. His gaze lingered, heavy and distant, as though he were staring through her.“My sweet Amara…” he muttered under his breath, the name spilling out before he could stop it.Kristen blinked, confused. “Sir?” she asked gently.Before either of them could react further, Mr. Mondragon got closed and without warning...wrapped Kristen in a hug from the side with caught her off guard.“Hello! What’s going on?” she asked, half-laughing, half-bewildered.Creed’s eyes snapped back into focus. He cleared his throat and stepp
"Sir... we were so sure about it. We saw her leaving the house," one of the men stammered, his voice shaky with fear.Mr. Creed slowly turned to face them. His eyes, dark with rage, locked onto the man like a predator. The way he stared made the room feel colder...like all the warmth had been sucked out."You saw her leave?" he repeated, his voice low and deadly. His gaze blazed with fury, his chest rising and falling heavily. Then, without warning, he grabbed the man by the shoulder."You said you saw her?" he barked, his voice shaking with suppressed wrath. His hand trembled with anger.The man flinched, trying to keep his voice steady. "Y...yes, sir... I did," he choked out, his neck reddening under Creed’s grip.He was about to speak again when Creed suddenly shoved him to the ground.Without hesitation, Creed snatched the gun from Tyresse’s side and, in one swift move, fired at the two men.Bang. Bang."Fools," he muttered coldly, eyes unblinking as he stared at their lifeless bo
“Congratulations to you too, Creed,” Sebastian said with a calm smile as he extended his hand. “You fought a good game.”Creed gripped his hand firmly, eyes steady. “Haha… There won’t be a next time for you to win anything,” he replied with a sarcastic edge.Sebastian’s smile faltered just a bit. “Excuse me? I didn’t quite catch the joke...I'm a bit slow sometimes”“Oh,” Creed said with a cold chuckle. “Maybe because it was a thin one. Never mind.” He gave a slight bow. “I wish you all the best.”“Mr. Sebastian, please....the President wants to see you,” a guard said as he approached quickly.Sebastian gave a short nod, then turned to Creed. “I’ll take my leave now, Mr. Creed. See you again sometime,” he said, then walked away without waiting for a reply.Creed’s eyes followed him, a cold storm brewing behind them. “There won’t be any next time,” he muttered under his breath. “I’ll take back my Amara… and everything I deserve from you. If I can’t have peace, neither will you”As he