Chapter 5

Isabella POV

I reached the Remington Headquarters at about lunchtime. The structure is graceful and towering. One day, I watched a tour of this skyscraper on the news. Inside is the production facility for radio and television stations in addition to movies. Additionally, Remington Industries' main office, which oversees all of Remington's operations, is located in this building. 

This seems like one of the busiest buildings in Los Angeles to me. And I'm eager to start working here. In the car, I give Alex a call. Did I mention that Alex is employed by Remington as well? He's employed in the Media department. 

It goes to Alex's voice call because he didn't answer the phone. He is still rather busy, hmm. I drive around the area to examine some of the coffee shops, bakeries, and other locations I might require, and I snap a photo of the building to email to Ruby. 

I returned to my hotel after completing my tour. My phone began to ping when I got there. Alex!

Ruby: Whoa! How excellent a worker you are!

Well, that's not Alex, but it's okay. I adore conversing with Ruby. To me, she resembles a sibling. We grow close, almost like sisters, because we are also only children.

Isabella: I'm eager to start working here.

Ruby: You truly are a workaholic, I must say!

Isabella: It's unavoidable. How are you spending your time? Why are you able to text me? I assumed that place was in the middle of the night.

Yeah, it's two in the morning here, Ruby, but I can't sleep. How about you?

Isabella: Alex and I are having supper tonight. I recently moved into my hotel (don't start arguing with me about why I live there instead of being in your apartment).

RubyAs if... so, tell me, will he take you to a great restaurant? The least he can do is crash in your house after rejecting you. (Izzy, I still can't believe you weren't even angry with him!)

Ruby never gave Alex her blessing, but she never stated it outright. However, I can feel it. Not just Ruby, but Andrew and Tony too. Nancy as well. I'm not sure why. I wish they had treated Alex better. 

Isabella: Indeed, Ruby. We're heading downstairs for dinner. He registered me at the Hilton. (Really, I don't mind. And you are aware that I relocated to Los Angeles to be nearer to him? to avoid arguing with him. preserving our partnership overall.)

Ruby: excellent Avoid dressing in too-revealing clothing! (For him? How about me????

I chuckle.

Isabella: Your red outfit on the red carpet is rather exposing, as of the last time I saw it. (You are aware of my affection for you, Ruby! Quit acting like a drama queen. We're not featured in any of your films!

The outfit was charming. It boldly displayed Ruby's cleavage while fitting her wonderfully. That day, Ruby had the most attractive devil ever. 

Ruby: I received approval for the outfit. Not a decision I made. Anyhow, I need to go to bed. Let's talk later, okay? Tell me if you require anything. I do! ANYTHING.

Isabella: Haha! Alright. Good night, I cherish you.

Ruby: Izzy, I adore you!

Yes, I am the group's baby. Perhaps because I'm the one leading a typical life. By "normal," I mean that I don't have enough money for the media to follow me around or that I'm not so well-known that they follow me everywhere.

I give Alex a ring to check on supper. He doesn't return my call. Oh no...

Isabella: Dinner's still on tonight?

He responded to my message with "yes" in less than a minute. Not "see you tonight" or any other corny platitudes. If he texted me an hour later, it wouldn't bother me. That indicates that he is too busy to pick up my phone. But wait a second... I dismiss the nagging thought at the back of my mind.

I won't ruin my first night in Los Angeles, though. It's time to get ready for the night.

Gabriel POV 

It was claimed that having wealth and influence gave one everything. They are mistaken, though. I'm powerful and wealthy, yet I'm still not whole. 

I enjoy winning, increasing the amount of money in my bank account, watching my business succeed, and having ladies in my area of work. However, it's still just material and sex. Not a thing more. Perhaps I don't have enough gratitude in my life. 

My phone rings and I snap out of my confused state of mind.

"Gabriel!" The voice boomed from the other side. Ben Sanders is here. Before her passing in an automobile accident last year, he was wed to my aunt Daisy Remington. As President of Remington Media, he is employed by Remington Industries. His art hasn't appealed to me. I'm certain I can find a better candidate for that position. Hell, he's not even close to his VP. But in Remington, family always comes first. And he's shown my aunt such devotion. "