INICIAR SESIÓN“Mom… Mom” Isabella called as she walked out of her room, she woke up minutes ago and didn't find her mother in bed. She walked to the kitchen,it was empty and Isabella prayed it wasn't her fear creeping in. Valerie had , her eyes drifted to her door. Valeria was gone. She ran to the room, her eyes scanning the whole room for what was missing.
Everything looked untouched, Isabella took a minute to think what she could possibly take. She had no money hiding anywhere in the house, nothing significant so she went back to the sitting room. Isabella Sat down and was massaging her temple while trying to process how she would go about the new day when she caught a figure at her door, the next minute the door was pushed open and Delaney stepped in looking concerned and confused. “Isabella,are you okay? Why is your door opened?” Delaney asked. “Delaney” Isa started and Delan went to her pulling her into a hug. “It is okay, whatever it is… but don't leave your door openlike this again and …” she pulled Isa out of the hug and looked at her face “ why were you ignoring my calls?” She asked. “Your calls, I wasn't…” Isabella paused as it dawned on her, “my phone,” she said suddenly “ my phone” Isa withdrawed from the hug and hurried into her room , Delaney followed her watching her rummaged through her bed, her drawers. “ Did something happened? Isa, talk to me…” “My mom” Isabella paused while trying to catch her breath “My mom happened” she said and Delaney gasped going to meet her where she stood by the drawer. “ You let her in again?” “ She came last night looking battered… I couldn't…” tears took words from her and Delaney went to her pulling her into another deep hug “ how am I going to reach out to Jason? He's going to be worried, he's going to lose focus…” “ Isabella Hart, catch your breath” Delaney said holding her face “ I came because I found you a job” “What?” Isa paused amid tears. “ Yeah, the man I told you about reached out to me some days back for your curriculum vitals, I sent it to him and he called me this morning to tell me you got a job” Isabella gasped “ …I don't know what job it is but it's a big company and you're getting well paid. You are scheduled to resume today and permitted to be there on or before 10pm because of the impromptu appointment. I've been calling all morning, you need to dress up, I'll drop you off at the company” “Oh heavens” Isabella said, she pushed her cinnamon coloured hair back as Delaney spoke. “ Now, get up.” Delaney said “ Go shower and get dressed, I will be waiting for you” she said. “ Delaney, thank you so so much” “ Now time is going” Delaney said and Isa chucked while hurrying to the bathroom. #### Kevin Zacchaeous sat in a cafe having his breakfast. He was tired of being in the penthouse and giving order, he wanted air. He wanted to see people and how beautiful their lives could be and how quickly he could snap it out of them. As he sat by the corner in the restaurant, his eyes caught a lady hurrying into the cafe. She was another beautiful lady with quite nice features, deep brown hair and eyes darting as she ordered her meal at the counter. He smiled wondering how a grown up could look so much like a doll instead and fascinated by her, Kevin watched her grab her two bags of takeaways and his eyes trailed the Benz s-class that she turned to enter. There was another lady at the passenger seat with her cinnamon hair packed in a ponytail and just as the car started moving, she gave a quick glance at the cafe. It was a fleeting moment but Kevin's heart stopped, he sat staring at the leaving car while wondering what was wrong with him. He had seen that face, that side look but he couldn't place where. “ Ladies of Los Angeles” he chuckled and went back to his meal. Since he had arrived in Los Angeles, every lady that caught his attention only tended to remind him of the first he met at some restaurant. It clicked. The lady with the ponytail had her hair color or maybe. He has only met her once and it's crazy of him to think his brain had registered every of her features. And that was why he had assigned Stanley to find her with the cost of his life on line. #### “ I think there's a cafe around that block,” Delaney said and Isa turned to her. “ Don't go through that stress, Delaney. I am very much good…” “ I am famished, Isa and I wouldn't have you go to an interview on empty stomach” Delaney said pulling up at a restaurant “ ma, I wouldn't take much of your time”she said jokily, got down and disappeared into the cafe . Isa sat in, she began to wonder if her brother had ring her line, if he was worried and she thought of contacting him through Delaney when she got back. Soon enough, Delaney pulled the driver door and got in, handing her a bag of her order. “ There's some handsome man in there but he stared so much I was uncomfortable, I couldn't even look back” Delaney said as soon as she got into seat and locked the door. Isa turned to see who but Delaney already ignited the engine and was driving while fastening her seatbelt. “Maybe he's a fan” Isabella said. “ Creeping me out with his eyes… Isabella eat up, I got you smoked salmon bagel and cheese cream” Delaney sai, eyes on the road. “ I will” Isabella said then paused “ I want to talk to Jason, I don't want him to be worried about me and…” “Relax” Delaney rubbed Isa’s leg with her other hand on the wheel “ Jason would be having lecture by now. I will come around to check up on you once I'm done with my meeting” Delaney added and Isabella relaxed, bringing out the bagel to feed on it and she was still eating when Delaney pulled into Kade Enterprise.“Valeria Hart is not accepting calls,” the nurse repeated for the third time, her voice calm but firmer now, like the words had been rehearsed to close conversations rather than open them.“Please,” Isabella said, leaning slightly forward even though the nurse could not see her properly through the line, her grip tightening on the phone, “just ask her again, tell her it is her daughter.”There was a pause.Then the same answer again, slower this time like patience was running thin on the other end.“Valeria Hart has asked not to be contacted by anyone connected to the name Kade.”The line stayed open but nothing else came through it, and Isabella sat very still after that, her fingers not moving, her breathing slightly off, like her body had not caught up to what it had just heard.“Kade,” she repeated quietly after the call ended, the word sitting in her mouth like it did not belong there.She stayed like that for a long time, phone still in her hand, until she finally said, “Okay,”
“I am fine,” Victor said to no one in particular as he lay in his room staring at the ceiling, the words coming out low and controlled like they had been rehearsed enough times to sound real even when they were not.He did not move for a long time.“I am fine,” he repeated again, quieter now, as if repetition could turn it into something true.The ceiling stayed the same.The room stayed the same.His thoughts did not.“It is work,” he said out loud, shifting slightly on the bed, “Zachary Belt, the contracts, the board waiting for answers, everything is exactly what it always is.”He paused, then added, “Nothing is different.”The silence in the room did not agree with him.At four he got up without needing to decide it and walked to his study and turned on the lights and sat down like the day had already started without permission.“I will clear the backlog,” he said softly to himself as he opened the first file, “then everything will settle.”He worked till seven, when Rosa knocked
“Delaney,” Isabella said quickly, her thumb already moving before her brain fully caught up, locking her screen in the same motion, hiding the message like it was something she could physically push away, her voice coming out steadier than her body felt, “it was Delaney, she sent something earlier and I forgot to reply.”Victor stood in the doorway without moving closer, his eyes fixed on her face for a long moment, then briefly flicking to her phone and back again like he was weighing every syllable she had just given him and deciding where it fit.“Delaney,” he repeated slowly, not asking, not agreeing, just holding the word there.“Yes,” Isabella said immediately, too quickly, then forced herself to slow down and added, “she sends random things all the time, I just did not open it properly.”Victor did not respond right away, and the silence made her aware of how tightly she was holding the phone, how her shoulders were too high, how her breathing was not normal even though she was
“Nothing happened,” Isabella said to herself quietly as she stood in the corridor outside the painting room, her fingers resting on the edge of the wooden box as she gently closed the lid and placed it back exactly where she found it, careful like even breathing too hard would make everything worse.She stayed there a moment longer, staring at the closed box, then whispered, “It is not my business,” and turned away even though her chest felt tight in a way she did not want to name.Back in her room she sat on the edge of the bed, hands folded together, and said again, softer this time, “It is not my business,” like repetition could lock it away somewhere permanent.She leaned back slowly and stared at the ceiling, letting the silence settle around her, and after a while she said out loud, “An old photograph, a name, nothing more,” and then she turned her head slightly and added, “I am not doing this to myself.”Still, the name stayed.Brown.She whispered it once, then again, then sto
“Leave it there,” Victor said without looking up from his phone when Rosa placed the tray on the table, his thumb still scrolling as if the screen required his full attention and not because he wanted an excuse not to look across the table yet.“Yes sir,” Rosa replied quietly, adjusting the placement of the cup like she always did even when he did not ask, “Miss Isabella’s tea is hot, I checked twice.”Victor nodded once and did not answer further, and Rosa stepped back just as Isabella came down the stairs, her footsteps light but not hesitant, controlled in a way that made it clear she was already fully awake.She did not say good morning.He did not say it either.Rosa placed the tea in front of Isabella and said, “I will bring more toast if you need,” and Isabella answered with a polite thank you that sounded practiced and distant, and then Rosa left them alone.They sat across from each other with the table between them, Victor reading through his morning report and Isabella hold
“I am not going to sleep again tonight,” Isabella whispered into the empty room, her voice rough as she stared at the ceiling and already knew lying there pretending would only make her thoughts louder.She lay still for a while longer, counting nothing, thinking nothing useful, then finally pushed herself up and said quietly that this was pointless and that she might as well move, because the bed was starting to feel like it was holding her down instead of letting her rest.In the bathroom she wrapped the robe around herself and tied it too tightly, then loosened it again, muttering that this place was too quiet and too big and that five in the morning should not feel this heavy.She opened the door and stepped into the corridor, the floor cool under her feet, and said under her breath that she was only walking and not going anywhere in particular, as if saying it would make it true.Without meaning to, she stopped in front of the study again, and she sighed softly when she realized







