No! People like Lola must rot in hell!!!!
Gabriel’s POVI walked into the majestic house, unsure of what to expect but immediately struck by the sheer grandeur that greeted me.The mansion stood tall at the very tip of the road, easily towering over every other building in the neighborhood. Its intimidating size and bold architecture made it impossible to ignore. Parked gracefully in the driveway was an SUV so large and polished, it looked like something out of a luxury magazine. I had seen a lot of cars, but this one was something else entirely.The moment I stepped inside, my breath caught. The interior of the building was beyond luxurious. The marble floors gleamed, the chandeliers sparkled like stars, and the walls carried textures and finishing that whispered nothing but wealth. I had never seen anything like it in my entire life. This was wealth redefined.“This is your new home, sir. I have made sure to keep it intact until your arrival,” Junior said, bowing slightly as he addressed me.His words hit me like a gentle s
Adrian’s POVThe silence between us was so loud, it wrapped around the room, pressing down on both of us until it was almost unbearable. I could feel the tension in the air, the weight of everything unsaid settling between us like an invisible wall. It was beginning to feel awkward, especially now, when I knew I had said what was on my mind. But even with all the talking, I hadn’t told her the most important part yet.I hadn’t explained how I was going to help her secure her database permanently.My thoughts were scattered. Part of me wanted to rise from the seat and step outside, hoping that by the time I reached the hallway, I could order Divine to return and continue the conversation. Maybe, just maybe, with me out of the way, Divine could salvage what was left of this deal. I had let my emotions interfere, and now I feared I had ruined everything.Just as I was about to stand, her voice broke the silence.“Perhaps a dinner later this evening then?” she asked, her tone calm but sur
Adrian’s POVMy phone buzzed immediately as I clicked the withdrawal button.In that moment, my eyes drifted to Eunice. Her reaction was instant; her eyes widened in disbelief, almost like she had seen a ghost. But she wasn’t the only one.CEO Anderson’s face mirrored the same look of panic. He didn’t even blink. The color drained from his cheeks as he stared blankly at the screen in front of him. Just like Eunice, he looked shocked. Frozen. But neither of them had said anything yet.I slid my hand into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and placed it deliberately on the table.“I just made a withdrawal from your company to one of my personal bank accounts,” I said, my voice steady. “Right now, we’re going to verify if this is real.”I pushed the phone toward CEO Anderson, not too aggressively, but with firm intent. Tossing it to Eunice first would’ve seemed disrespectful. Her status demanded a certain level of courtesy, and I wasn't about to risk undermining her in her own office.Ander
Eunice’s POVWe spent hours in the room, talking seriously about the reported compromise on our official websites. And truth be told—I believed him.Maybe it was because I had met him once before, right there in Portugal. Back then, my heart had reacted to him in a way I didn’t quite understand. Or maybe it was because I’d heard rumors about Neurolink Global Technologies—how they were fast, efficient, and unusually precise with their digital operations.But I’ve never been the type to take action based solely on rumors. I prefer to make informed decisions, to conduct my own investigations first.A year ago, I heard that the same company currently managing our website’s security had once handled another organization’s systems—a university, in fact. Students paid their school fees through the university’s online platform, and one day, the entire fund mysteriously vanished. The site had been breached.The incident had left the school reeling. They were unable to recover for three semeste
Adrian’s POVWe stepped out of CEO Anderson’s office, walking just behind him as he led us down the hallway. This time, instead of the elevator we used earlier, he took us to a different one—positioned on the opposite side of the floor.This elevator was larger, more spacious, and noticeably more refined. No surprise there. We were about to meet the President of Maison Vivre. I suppose it made sense that even the elevator leading to her floor would reflect her status.Anderson pressed a button labeled “70.” The elevator gave a soft ding before beginning its silent ascent.As we rose, the air in the elevator somehow felt heavier—like it knew we were going somewhere important. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the polished metal walls and straightened my jacket instinctively.When we arrived at the 70th floor, the difference was immediate and almost breathtaking. The atmosphere changed. The lighting was softer, more ambient.This was not the clinical, professional feel of Anderson’
Adrian’s POVIt was not my first time cold-walking into a company and requesting to see the president or CEO. I knew very well how audacious it sounded. And I also knew that sometimes, you have to bend your own rules a little, even compromise on confidentiality, to get what you truly want.Maison Vivre wasn’t a startup—it was a massive, well-established conglomerate. Accessing the president of such a place wasn’t something that happened just because you showed up with confidence. It didn’t matter if I had once met her in a dim tavern in Portugal. That brief encounter, real or not, wasn’t a golden ticket. Right now, I needed to offer a hint of value—just enough to make my presence worth the exception.I took a slow breath and leaned closer to the counter. My smile widened, not with arrogance, but with calm certainty. I softened my tone and began to speak again, this time with a more open approach.“I know the rule is the rule, and I fully respect that,” I said, looking the receptionist