Morning came, quiet as usual.Debra slept till noon. She snuggled against Marion, unwilling to get out of bed."Lunch is ready, sleepyhead," he said, ruffling her hair.She clung tighter. "I want to sleep more."For the first few days on the island, she had been on it, up at eight, chilling with Marion by the sea, bingeing shows, cuddling, hitting the villa gym, gaming, and cooking.Then their clocks went haywire. Nights got wild, with no other activities.Marion couldn't keep his hands off her. Now they slept in hard.But it was chill. Every day felt full.Ori padded in with his bowl, frustration flowing in his big eyes.Meals kept sliding later. He had ditched breakfast, syncing with their noon routine.Debra dragged herself up. "You didn't feed him?""He likes Mom doing it," Marion said, shaking his head.It was not like Ori didn't like Marion, but Debra was his favorite."Boy, it's chow time," Debra cooed, grabbing kibble and treats.Ori's tail went nuts.She hit the
Marion tucked a blanket over her, lost in thought.Erica and Randy already had a kid on the way. He wondered if Debra wanted one too but stayed silent.Debra was 26 now. The doctors said younger was safer.He didn't want her hurt by waiting too long."Are we there yet?" Debra mumbled, half-awake."Not yet. I'll wake you," Marion replied with a smile.She murmured something and conked out again.Two years of grind left her beat. Retirement was just a breather.Marion brushed her hair, and she nestled in his arms.They landed at sunset.Debra felt the peace she'd missed. Work had drowned out beauty like this. Now she could soak it in.On the beach, Marion hauled their luggage. Debra beamed at the sea and sunset."Are we staying here for the next six months?""Yup. Might get boring."Ori barked excitedly, ready to roll in the sand."Go for it," Debra encouraged.Ori tore off, ecstatic."Boring?" Debra laughed, jumping into Marion's arms. "This is my dream life."This was
"Relax," Debra said, grabbing Marion's hand. "We've got a plane to catch."Erica burst in. "What's the holdup? The car has been waiting forever."Beside her, their golden retriever wagged its tail and bolted toward them.Ori was two years old now. He was big and healthy.Debra patted his head. "We're taking you on vacation soon, buddy. Excited?"Ori barked, thrilled.Randy rushed to Erica. "You're a mom now. Slow down. Why did you come alone? What if you tripped?"Erica, six months pregnant, rocked short hair and a big belly. "Ori has got my back. Anyone gets close, he's on it.""Good job, Ori," Randy grinned.Ori was sharp, fed by him and Erica when Debra was swamped. Now he keenly guarded the baby bump."Make this trip count," Randy whispered to Marion. "We've lapped you guys. Step it up."He and Erica got married two years ago. Now a kid was on the way. Randy hovered, paranoid about bumps.Debra cleared her throat. "I heard that. To be clear, we're vacating, not baby-mak
Juan had lived that grind for over a decade. He had been used to it and could handle it alone.He caught her drift and chuckled, "I used to think the Nichols family was my chain. Then it grew on me. If I stopped, I'd just sit home and stare at the walls all day.""You can be a teacher," Debra said."Teacher?""Yeah. Drake's killing it in Orkgate. He looks dumb but learns fast. The Lowe Group's legit now, thanks to you.""You sure?" Juan pulled out his phone, showing her news about Drake.He helped fix slums, train poor people, and create jobs."Looks good.""See the next one."It read: Drake Lowe was detained for 15 days and fined 30K for robbing the rich to feed the poor.The Lowe Group cleaned up but kept its wild streak.The small business owners were too scared to report it and too weak to fight."I'll take that back," she said, stifling a laugh at the detention bit.Old Drake would've laughed at breaking. Now it's news."Well, we've got a flight to catch, so excuse u
Time flew. Two years passed by, and Seamar City boomed.The McKinney Group stood untouchable.In the press hall, reporters swarmed Debra, who was wearing a black dress and gold-rimmed glasses.She exuded sharp maturity after two years."Mrs. Houston, the McKinney Group is a top dog now. Why retire?""Rumor says it's pregnancy. You're retiring for your family. Is it true?""What's next for McKinney Group?"...Debra smiled on the podium. "Says who? It's a new era now. Pregnant women hustle everywhere. Guys stay at home and girls bring the bacon. It's the new trend. I'm stepping back to be a better me. It has been a wild ride. Thanks to my partners and friends, we made the McKinney Group great. But it's just one chapter, not my whole story. The company will keep serving as it did."The doors swung open, and Juan strode in.Cameras were directed at him and flashed. Whispers ensued."Mr. Nichols? What's he doing here?""I'm smelling a big scoop. They've dodged each other for ye
They opened the door, only to find most of the guys were already drunk. Even Oscar, who had never drunk before, was flushed up to his ears.William had taken his shirt off, flexing his abs. "Losers! I'm the real man here."Liza's jaw dropped. She'd never seen this level of craziness.Oscar puked. Chace quickly grabbed a trash can despite his own buzz. He was professional to the end.Marion stood up. "They're hammered. No telling how late this will go. If you're tired, I'll take you home.""It's fine. Two bottles left, right?" Debra winked, tugging him back. "No one's leaving sober tonight. Loosen up and have a blast."Marion paused, then softened. "Alright.""Marion, get over here," Randy called out. "This punk can't take me."Drake, pinned to the table, yelled, "Get off me! Let's do it again.""Suck it up. You can't beat me," Randy crowed.Drake's face darkened. Robert smirked, "Need a hand? Beg me."Drake glared at him, then at Marion. He was eager to fight back but soon s