ArleneI sat at my desk, staring at the pile of documents that required my signature, but my hand refused to move.The weight of the crisis unfolding outside my office pressed down on me like an invisible force -suffocating and relentless.The glowing screen of my laptop displayed the latest news headline in bold, unforgiving letters:“WARNING: AVOID PENSELVIA PRODUCTS – SEVERE SKIN REACTIONS REPORTED.”A bitter laugh escaped my lips. The media was having a field day with this, dragging my name through the mud. Scandal after scandal, article after article.My face was plastered all over the internet alongside images of victims, women whose faces were marred by horrifying rashes and burns.Through my office window, I saw that the angry crowd had finally dispersed. The once-rowdy protesters, shouting for refunds and justice, had been replaced by uniformed officers patrolling the grounds.The police were now inside, combing through every department, every shipment, and every report.I ha
Arlene“This has to be a mistake.”“How did it happen?”“The product hasn’t been released yet. How did anyone get a hold of it to leak it out?”The boardroom was stifling. The air buzzed with tension as I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the anxious faces of my team.The product development team, branding experts, design crew, and marketing strategists - all were present.Their murmurs ceased the moment Matilda closed the door behind me.I folded my arms, steadying my breath. “Someone needs to start talking.”A few exchanged nervous glances, but it was Neil, the head of product development, who finally spoke. “We… we don’t know how it happened, Miss Gomez. The samples were secured in our vault. Only authorized personnel had access.”I clenched my jaw. “And yet, our unreleased product is out there, flooding the market.” My voice was low, measured, but the weight behind it was impossible to miss. “Which means someone in this room has an explanation and better start talking.”Claire, the
Arlene“You bitch!”The angry woman’s voice rang out before I could ask Matilda what the issue was.I stumbled back in shock, barely regaining my balance as she stormed toward me, her eyes blazing with fury. “You had the guts to release fake products? Just look at my face!”Before I could react, she yanked off her face mask, revealing a blotchy, red complexion covered in angry welts and inflamed patches. My mouth fell open, disbelief gripping me like a vice.What on earth is she talking about?“How… how is this possible?” My voice trembled as I stared at her face. “I haven’t even released those products yet.”Or was this from one of the previous batches? Could she have used an expired or counterfeit product?The woman’s lips curled into a sneer. “You haven’t released it yet? That product is everywhere! You had it out even before the official launch, and now you’re standing here telling me it’s not possible?”A crowd began to gather, their curious whispers and murmurs sending a chill d
Arlene“They’re in perfect condition,” the doctor said with a reassuring smile, pulling me out of my thoughts.Perfect condition? My brows furrowed as I turned my gaze from the bland white walls to the screen in front of me.My mind had been too preoccupied with Liam’s abrupt departure earlier, the way he had left without so much as an explanation.But now, my focus snapped to the present, and the words registered in my head.The ultrasound machine buzzed softly as the doctor applied the cool gel to my stomach. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in anticipation.The rhythmic whooshing of a heartbeat filled the room, and I felt my chest tighten with emotion I wasn’t ready to name.“They?” I repeated, my voice hesitant. “What do you mean they?”The doctor’s smile widened as she pointed to the screen, outlining several shapes with her pen. “You’re having triplets, Miss Gomez. Three healthy babies.”Triplets.I blinked. My mind felt like it had short-circuited. Three? Not one, not
LiamThe wheels of the jet touched down on the private runway with a soft thud, and I exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over my face.I hadn’t been at ease from the moment Allen informed me of the discovery, and I prayed to hell this wasn’t another bluff.Allen’s men were already waiting outside the aircraft, their stances straight, professional, and unwavering in the humid night air.“Welcome to Hawaii, Mr. Walker,” one of them said, nodding once as I descended the steps.I didn’t respond. Instead, I walked past him toward the waiting black SUV, Allen following closely behind me, my steps calculated and controlled.The warm, salt-laden breeze brushed against my face, but I barely noticed it.“Take me to the club,” I ordered, sliding into the back seat.“Yes, sir,” Allen replied, shutting the door and taking his place in the front.The drive was short, the streets mostly deserted at this hour. The faint neon glow of the city flashed past, a stark contrast to the cold irritation simmerin
Cole"Goodness, Mr. Martinez, at this point, I think you will drink yourself to death."Philip's voice cut through the thick haze of alcohol and regret swirling around me, but I didn't bother looking up. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, watching it dance under the dim lighting of my apartment.My apartment. It never really felt like home because I never actually lived in it until after Yasmin died. It had been my abode since then, as I was too scared to have her sad eyes gnaw at me the moment I stepped foot in the mansion.This place reeked of spilled whiskey and stale air, the curtains drawn shut as if shutting out the world would somehow drown the noise in my head.Yasmin had been innocent. My mother, my brother, and certainly Sarah had made a big fool of me. They had orchestrated everything and made me look like a total joke. And I had been blind enough to believe them.I let out a hollow chuckle, running a hand through my disheveled hair. "I can't believe it, Philip," I mut