Thank you, everyone! Do you believe this was orchestrated by Philip, or was it someone aiming to undermine Sarah and Jakob?
Sarah I've been considering since earlier that we shouldn't run into any problems with BM Technologies, but it didn't make sense if Megan wanted to undermine both Jakob and me. What I really need to contemplate is who's orchestrating all of this. A figure rose from among Philip's team, wearing a plain button-up shirt. Without hesitation, he voiced, "Isn't this strategy you're proposing considered cheating? Are you intending to replace the tool initially selected by Luminary Productions?" "Selected?" I echoed his words. "Yes, just so you're aware, I'm the project manager for this movie project. I'm intimately familiar with the process, having been involved in the selection of the five options. President Cornell entrusted me with this project, and naturally, I prefer to avoid any potential embarrassment." A smirk formed at the corner of my lips. "In that case, may I inquire when the Holoforge was selected?" He glanced briefly at Megan, his tone tinged with annoyance as he re
Sarah My breaths came in shallow gasps, struggling to fill my lungs. Why did I leave my medication in my bag? Regret gnawed at me as I entrusted everything to Jakob and silently made my way to our office to retrieve my medicine bottle. Taking a moment to steady myself, I acknowledged the need for a consultation back in Dubai. The tightness in my chest had become alarmingly frequent since last night. Gathering my composure, I proceeded down the corridor leading to the restroom. As I walked, muffled voices reached my ears, drawing my attention. Peering behind the corner, I observed Megan and Mr. Steele deep in conversation, their tones subdued as if trying to conceal their words from prying ears. "Ms. Megan, what about my job? I'm certain Boss Philip will remove me from the project," Ethan Steele's voice trembled with emotion. I became increasingly convinced that they were conspiring! The project manager added, "You told me this was a directive from Boss Philip, so I t
Philip "Are you Ms. Mitchell's husband?" Mrs. Henderson, a woman in her sixties, inquired, her brow furrowed. It was only noon, and Alex and I found ourselves here after discovering that Sarah had rented apartment number 5 near BM Technologies. "Yes," I confirmed to Mrs. Henderson. "I didn't know Ms. Mitchell was married," she remarked, seeming surprised. "She informed me that we were to stay here for a month, assuming I'd be departing Highland Hills next week to join her. I intended to surprise her by arriving today," I explained. Naturally, it's a lie! Even if I were to apply pressure to Sarah's nose, she wouldn't disclose her whereabouts. Nevertheless, I find comfort in the belief that she's alone and not lodging at the Martins' mansion or Amir Benner's residence. Despite my reassurances, Mrs. Henderson's scrutinizing gaze made me wonder if she doubted my intentions. "I'll call Ms. Mitchell to make sure. You know I can't just hand over the keys to someone I haven't
Sarah "Who are you?!" I exclaimed, my drowsiness evaporating as the door swung open abruptly, revealing three imposing figures barging into the room. The space felt constricting, leaving me nowhere to escape. Panic surged through me as they closed in and seized me. "Help!" I cried out, but my plea was silenced as one of them clamped a hand over my mouth, his breath reeking really bad. "Hey there, babe! We're just here for your belongings," one of them smirked. 'Babe, my foot!' My struggles against his iron grip proved futile as his fingers clamped down, imprisoning me further. "Someone tipped us off that the contents of your bag are valuable," another interjected, snatching my luggage. Desperation fueled my resistance as I writhed in the grasp of one of the men. No! Their eyes darted around the room, searching for any other valuable items they could seize before the man who had snatched my luggage made his exit. 'No! My medicine is in there!' "Let's get out of here!" anoth
Sarah After lunch, I made my way to BM Technologies. Jakob's surprise was palpable when I walked into the office, especially since it had been too long since he had seen me clad in bright green—a stark departure from my usual black attire. I couldn't help it; Philip bought me the outfit. "Let me catch my breath first. We can delve into the questions and answers later," I declared to Jakob. He simply shrugged, offering me a seat and a glass of water as I settled into the swivel chair, allowing me a moment to compose myself. "So," he prompted. "I was robbed last night," I began. "What? Where? What happened?" Jakob fired off questions in quick succession. "It was Philip! He played a prank on me!" I recounted the events of the previous night, including the rejection by major hotels due to my tumultuous past with my ex-husband. "I couldn't even call you to figure out what was going on with the accommodation app. Everything was down last night, and it was all over social m
Sarah I clenched my fist in a surge of anger so intense that it felt like it was suffocating me. The symptoms I frequently experience—difficulty breathing, dizziness, shortness of breath—are all manifestations of panic attacks. They don't signify heart failure. As I stood on the balcony, desperately gasping for air amidst the storm of emotions raging inside me, the glass door suddenly slid open, unveiling Bronn. The unexpected encounter caught us both off guard. "What a surprise, Sarah! Hang on, are you crying?" Bronn's concern was evident. I hastily wiped away my tears, attempting to dismiss them with a wave of my hand. "It's nothing! I'm just pissed!" Rage consumes me like a blazing inferno! It's as if I've learned absolutely nothing from enduring three agonizing years of manipulation! "By the way, you look good in green!" Bronn offered a compliment. "Thank you," I managed to say, though tears threatened to spill once more. For a year now, I've worn black as a consta
Sarah I reluctantly agreed to Josh's demands, which led me to tolerate Philip's shenanigans. Now, I'm stuck with the scoundrel in apartment number 5. A chef from a local hotel came by to prepare dinner for us, sparking my curiosity about Megan's absence. Where had she been these past days, not accompanying Philip? Unable to suppress my curiosity, I asked, "Where is Megan?" Philip's expression soured before he replied curtly, "She's at the hotel." Perplexed, I probed further, "Why didn't you accompany her? Your presence here seems unnecessary. Aren't you concerned for her safety at the hotel?" My question wasn't driven by genuine concern for Megan; instead, I was simply puzzled. Philip proceeded to pour soup into my cup, deflecting the conversation. "Eat more," he urged. His actions spoke volumes—he clearly didn't want to discuss Megan. Shifting the topic, I inquired, "Why are you still in Henderson? Do you not intend to return to Luminary Productions?" "I am still handling
Sarah I could not resist the intoxicating sensations coursing through me as Philip's gentle caresses danced across my skin. His lips, the soft breath escaping them, and the gentle caress igniting every nerve ending on my skin all conspired to engulf my consciousness. "Sarah..." His voice, whispering my name, stirred me further. Just as I leaned in toward him, Megan's voice pierced through the air, shattering the moment like icy water dousing a flame. "Move! I want to see Philip! Why won't you let Philip out?" Megan's demand reverberated through the living room. "Damn it!" Philip's frustration was palpable as he retreated to the bed. "I'll handle the commotion outside." "Send Megan back to the hotel if you want to avoid trouble," I interjected casually, turning away from Philip. Confusion and turmoil waged a fierce battle within me. I reluctantly acknowledge the persistent ember of affection that smolders in the depths of my heart for Philip, an affection I thought extin