Gabriella dragged herself off the bed as her alarm rang and the morning sun came peeping through her window. She rubbed the weariness from her eyes as she made her way to the bathroom to get herself started for the day.
As she sat down to relief herself on the toilet, the weight of her busy week came crashing down on her with full force. The endless meetings, visits to orphanages and office work had left her drained, with barely enough time for a decent meal or a full night's sleep. Yet, despite the exhaustion, her mind still occasionally wandered to the mysterious man she met at the last ball she attended. She could still vividly picture his face, his eyes and how he effortlessly conversed with her though they had only met that evening. Somehow, everything about him just intrigued her and somewhere in the quiet space of her mind, she hoped they met again. "Get your act together Gabby", she muttered to herself, a familiar line she had used to chastise herself these days. "You really do not have the time to be daydreaming about a man right now" But no matter how frequent this call to order had been, her mind had shamelessly refuse to cooperate with her. After a few minutes more of mental chastisement and her mind's failure to work with her, she was successfully able to move her thoughts to the upcoming musical event and the excitement of the children. She could never get enough of their squeals when they had big programs such as these. The joy and happiness the children felt makes her so happy and content; the major reason she loves her job. The annual musical event which was a major program held by her organization was fast approaching. The less privileged and orphaned children would come together to showcase their talents ranging from singing to playing different musical instruments, and Gabriella had been working tirelessly to ensure its success. As she stepped out of the house making her way to her first appointment of the day, she felt a sense of purpose. This event wasn't just about raising funds; it was about giving this children a voice, a sense of belonging and wings to soar. If luck was on their their side like it was at last year's, a few of the children would be sponsored abroad to further develop their skills by some of the invitees. This thought alone made her mentally do some flips but outwardly, she just smiled warmly as she walked down. ............................. Alejandro's eyes narrowed as he received the text. For one who does not panic even when in grave danger, he felt his instincts flare up. He had to protect her. His conscience could not take someone getting in harm's way because of him. Specially not someone he barely had any relationship with, and definitely not someone he's been trying to figure out what the disturbing thoughts he had concerning her was all about. "Find out who is behind this" he instructed his team, his voice low and sharp. "Get me everything about the person or people who were bold enough to conceive this thoughts. When I say everything, I mean everything from where they were born to the last meal they had, leave no stone unturned" He concluded quietly. As his team scattered to get information. His mind was raising with possibilities. He knew the life he led made him a constant trouble magnet, and danger lurked in the shadows of his every step. But he also knew he had to clear headedly go about this. His thoughts raced back to the event he met Gabriella at. While he conversed with her, he remembered he felt eyes on him but since he didn't see anybody after scanning through, he waved it off as him being paranoid. "Could it be then?" He asked himself quietly. "It must be, I only met her that one time." He responded to himself If his speculations are right, he knew he had to tread extremely carefully. "Whoever this is might be using Gabriella to bait me" he reasoned. His brows tightened as he continued. "They must be trying to figure out if I have any relations with her depending on how I react to the threat." "I really have to stay focused and ensure her safety" he said aloud to himself this time. Alejandro's phone buzzed with an update interrupting his thoughts. "We have a lead" His grip on the phone tightened "Let's meet up" he responded. ....................... Alejandro team's investigation had led them to believe that Gabriella's daily routine was being monitored. He decided that they stake out Gabriella's neighbourhood with the hopes of catching a glimpse of the person or people behind the threat. With the plans of the stake out being made, he had Lorenzo spear head the mission with his guidance behind the scenes. He specially had to be very careful with everything about this. If his father ever got wind of this, that would spell the end of the mission before it even had the chance to see the light of day. He hired skilled professionals outside of the mafia to work with Lorenzo, some of which were ex military agents of the US special forces. If Gabriella was being watched, this would definitely mean he was also being monitored. He had to throw their scent off him by staying physically far away from her as possible. By the third day of the stake out, they had mastered Gabriella's routine. She walked down the street every morning, grabbed a cup of Cappuccino at what seemed to be her favorite cafe. Then she'd move on to the bakery get some doughnuts and grab a cab. Alejandro had his men stationed everywhere she seemed to frequent. Some made their watch as staff of the cafe, others as staff of the bakery, cab drivers and so on. After a couple of days, Lorenzo's team had gathered intel and secured surveillance footage. One morning, they noticed a suspicious individual hanging around the cafe where Gabriella usually grabbed her Cappuccino. The individual was dressed in casual outfit, but Lorenzo's team noticed that they were lingering around the area watching Gabriella from afar. They took note of the individual's description, vehicle and license plate number. .................. Blood splashed as Don Lorca threw the glass he was drinking from at Victor. Don Lorca spoke angrily "You're trying to tell me that you failed to retrieve my territory, Hernandez and his team got away unscathed while three of my most skilled are dead, four severely injured and three in police custody?" Don Lorca chuckled dryly as he continued "You really must be a comedian Victor" Victor quickly got on his knees "I'm really sorry Don, I know I deserve to pay for this with my life but give me a chance to remedy this." Don Lorca looked away from Victor as he continued "It took me time to report this because I've already started putting things in motion to correct this failure and I plan on seeing it through to success, please boss" Victor was almost stuttering at this point. Don Lorca leaned back on his seat as he turned to look at Victor "Let me hear what you have" Victor worked the Don through his plans on using Gabriella to get to Alessandro. Ricardo didn't seem too impressed "I dunno but have you met Alessandro? Except it's on business terms, that guy does not meet anybody and you're saying he has a girl he'd be willing to protect at a cost?" Don Lorca chuckled heartily this time" Victor! Victor! You really do have a knack for comedy so I'll just gladly let you know that it's all settled with you then" His tone was becoming serious as he spoke "You'd better start practicing how to be skillful with your speech and body language on a stage Victor, because I'm kicking you to the theatre if you fail this time. I believe you understand" "Yes, I do Don" Victor replied low spiritedly As Victoria exited Don Ricardo's building, he muttered to himself "Damn Hernandez! You better watch your backs because your heads will go in place of mine "The day of the luncheon has finally arrived. The museum's board members and donors were to meet to discuss the Community Arts and Heritage Complex project. The project had been delayed following some sort of unsettlement and disagreement between the board members on core details of the project.The private dining room at the Bellgrave Hotel was quiet and elegant. The only sounds heard were the soft clinking of forks and knives and the small talks amongst the members. The setting and arrangement of the dining table and chairs were beautifully organized, and the crisp white tablecloths were perfectly set. The room was filled with influential people, including city arts board members, major donors, and a few politicians.Sofia Winston sat halfway down the table, not at the head but precisely where she intended. She had done everything behind the scenes perfectly to ensure that today, she wouldn’t need to dominate; she would only need to guide.The conversation had moved from rising mater
Lorenzo met up with Alejandro after the event to give an urgent report that came up regarding their latest acquisition.Alejandro sat at the edge of his couch, with his elbows on his knees, while holding a half-finished drink in one hand. His tie was loosened but still on. The gala suit jacket lay discarded across the back of a chair.He hadn’t said a word since coming in.Lorenzo leaned against the kitchen counter, arms folded, watching him. “You’re quieter than usual.”Alejandro didn’t answer right away. He just swirled the liquid in his glass, then finally muttered, “She looked right through me tonight. Like I was someone she used to know.”Lorenzo raised a brow. “What the hell are you saying man? And don't you think you've had enough drink for one night?” Lorenzo cautioned further.Alejandro gave a slow nod. "Yeah, I know. It's just helping me keep my mind alert tonight."Lorenzo rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever. Just try and cut it out. Show some pity on your liver. And what was
A black SUV parked a block away from the gala venue. Its windows were tinted just enough to keep the occupants unseen but not suspicious. Inside, two men sat watching the entrance of the building, their posture seemed casual, but they appeared to be men on a mission.“I thought you said he would show up with her,” muttered the younger one, tapping his fingers on the dash. “They haven’t so much as looked at each other since the event began.” He continued as he peeped into the gala room through his binoculars “Shut up and keep watching,” the older one snapped. Victor voice came through from the speakerphone resting between them. “The girl's presence is enough for now. Even if they didn't show up together or converse with each other, or even leave together, the fact that they are in the same space yet again, gives us something to work with. I need to know if there’s still something there. Keep observing.”From the line, Victor’s voice carried more than the weight of order, it carried re
The gala was now in full swing. The ballroom glowed with the golden light, from the chandeliers and it's fixtures. People moved about, sipping champagne and chatting over the soft hum of a piece being played on the violin. The energetic presentation from earlier had faded into something more calm. Waiters went in and out with trays of tiny appetizers, smiling politely as they moved between clusters of guests.From the outside, the Urban Renaissance Gala looked like a perfect success.Gabriella stood by one of the tall windows, her eyes drifting toward the courtyard beyond. She had just finished giving her speech and she felt like she needed to get out. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate events like this,she understood their value, this was her world after all, but her thoughts kept pulling her somewhere else. Or rather, to someone else.Alejandro stood near the bar, which had turned out to be his favourite spot for the night looking like he belonged on the cover of some high-end mag
Sofia moved through the room with a practiced grace. One that came from years of going through galas, fundraising, and board meetings. The man who had fetched her was Marcus, one of the newer board members. He kept going on and on about the museum’s latest exhibit, but she barely registered half of it. She offered polite smiles, exchanged nods, but her mind wasn’t on the donors she was heading toward. Her mind was stuck replaying the exchange she had just witnessed. Gabriella's composed exterior had barely hidden the flicker in her eyes as she glanced at Alejandro. Sofia held her glass a little tighter as she tried to steady her pace. She couldn’t say she knew Alejandro well, not even close. After he handed her his card at Gabriella's charity event and vanished before she could ask why, they had only spoken once, when she reached out to propose a potential partnership.He had been polite, but distant, almost detached, like he was trying to tolerate her. He said he’d think about it b
Sofia was still saying something when Gabriella glanced at the bar again. She hadn't meant to look again but she had already turned before she could catch herself this time, Alejandro turned around, and their eyes met for a brief moment. It was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. His expression didn't change, but something in his gaze made her feel stuck. There was no smile, no frown or nod of acknowledgement, just a plain old sense of recognition. They were some distance away from each other yet, his gaze seemed to make her freeze, as of the lively chatter all around the room had paused. Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned back to the person he was talking to. Gabriella let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, causing the tightness in her chest to loosen a little. Besides her, Sofia caught the moment. She stopped mid sentence, raised an eyebrow and spoke. "I guess that's not just someone you barely know," she said casually, observing Gabriella as s
Sofia Winston adjusted the cuff of her gloves as the car came to a stop in front of the Metropolitan Grand Hall. She was dressed to reflect elegance and poise. This night for her was more than another cultural event for her to mingle in. It was about her being outstanding, showing her influence in a casual way, and if luck was on her side, finally, it would be about reconnecting with a man who had left more questions than answers when they had met.She stepped out of the car in her wine-colored dress. She stood for a few minutes trying to allow the cool evening breeze drown the heat her anticipation was beginning to stir up. As a curator, she was no stranger to galas, but this one was personal. Ever since Gabriella Lorca's charity event, she had been thinking about Alejandro Hernandez.Their interaction had been brief, yet peculiar. She had been introduced to him by a business associate just before the event began. He had looked distant and a bit distracted. She couldn't figure out wh
Alejandro stood before the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his black suit. His expression was calm but unreadable. The jacket was tailored to suit him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and his tall frame. Behind him, Lorenzo leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You sure you want to do this tonight?” he asked, studying Alejandro’s reflection.Alejandro didn’t look at him. “It’s the way you're always around whenever I have an event to attend. It's almost like you're my mother who has to check to make sure that I'm well dressed and I have my emotions in check before you let me leave the house."Lorenzo scoffed, before replying "At this point I really have to assume the mother role. The last time I left you, you ended up in a police station after a scuffle with Victor.""Don't worry about me princess. Tonight, it's strictly business.” Alejandro responded simply.Lorenzo snorted as he muttered under his breath. "He really doesn't lose a moment to feel smug." He scoffed lightly
Two weeks ago, Gabriella was in the middle of sorting out logistics for an upcoming shelter outreach when Rachel poked her head through the office door with a sparkle in her eyes. Gabriella smiled as she looked at Rachel. "You have some sort of good news to share. Don't you Rach?" "You really do enjoy being a know it all, don't you Gab?" Rachel rolled her eyes dramatically and responded. "If you don't want me bursting your bubbles all the time, you should do a better job in hiding the sparkle in your eyes when you have something good to talk about" Gabriella smiled some more looking at the frustrated Rachel. "Sure. Whatever" Rachel responded interestedly. "Anyways I won't let you spoil my joy and enthusiasm in bearing this news." Rachel continued. "You’ve been invited to the Urban Renaissance Initiative Gala" Rachel said holding out a sleek envelope. Gabriella raised an eyebrow, taking the cream-colored envelope from Rachel. The logo crafted on it read Metropolitan Civic Alliance