Gigi Standing in front of the mirror, I take one at myself before the door of the room knocks twice. I allow the person to enter and it is Roger who approaches me with a gentle smile on his face. “What do you think, Roger?” With a deep sigh, I turn to look at him, watching the expressions on his face changing swiftly.You look amazing,” he carefully says and biting my bottom lip, I nervously ask, “Are you sure? What if I can’t handle everything at the party?” he scoffs casually before he assures me that everything is going to be just fine. “Perhaps I am just exaggerating.” shrugging my shoulders, I take my clutch as both Roger and I exit the room. Sitting in the car after instructing the nurse Natalie to look after my mom, I am now relaxed that someone is there to look after her. Soon the car stops outside a grand gateway where many cars are parked accordingly. People are getting inside, dressed in expensive clothes and jewels. Roger helps me get out of the car and both of us make o
Gigi I stand in the clearing, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness as I hold the gun in my hands. It's my first time learning to shoot, and the weight of the weapon feels heavy. Next to me stands Roger, whose presence is both reassuring and terrifying.I listen intently as he explains the basics of handling the gun, emphasizing safety and precision above all else. I try to steady my trembling hands as I focus on the target in the distance, a small bullseye painted on a wooden board. With each word of guidance from him, I feel a glimmer of confidence growing within me.However, it is soon shattered when I feel the growing churn at the pit of my stomach. Within a moment, i throw the pistol onto the ground and exclaim, “i can't do it!” Roger immediately comes forth, trying to calm me down. “That’s okay, Miss Genevive. We can try later.” After the unsuccessful attempt to learn to shoot, it's time for the next task to perform. I am now entering a social club where so
Gigi Another week passes by and Roger is still searching for Alex. the tension is very heavy on me as I have to look after my sick mom and to worry about my stepbrother. Also this Tiffany is getting on my nerves. She has been crying for the past one hour and I am now done with throwing sympathy at her. Leaning back on the couch, I close my eyes for a moment until I hear my mom’s weak voice. I quickly open my eyes just as soon I hear her voice. “Gigi, she is she crying?” with the help of the nurse, my mom slowly walks over to the sofa, having a seat by my side. Tiffany sobs, she begins to talk to my mom. “Amber, Alex is missing.” I gesture at her to not tell al this to my mom so that her health wont be affected yet Tiffany doesn't listen to me, her attention completely diverted on my mom. “What do you mean, he is missing? Since when?” My mom frowns in confusion, her expression becoming concerned. After Tiffany had informed her of everything, my mom tried her best to comfort the woma
Gigi As I move in my sleep, I slowly awaken and, with a startled gasp, I sit upright on the bed, recognizing the familiar room around me. Breathing heavily, I struggle to calm my racing heart, wiping the sweat from my brow. It dawns on me that it was all just a nightmare.As I make my way down the stairs, I notice Roger pacing back and forth, his expression tense with frustration. "Roger!" I call out, but he appears lost in his own thoughts. "Roger!" I try again, and this time he swiftly turns to face me. Catching his attention, I inquire, "What are you doing here? Isn't it time for you to head to the office with your boss?" He remains silent, leaving me puzzled and concerned, unsure if something is wrong.He silently excuses himself and walks out, with me trailing behind as he engages in a phone call. After overhearing his conversation, I position myself in front of him, my lips pressed into a thin line and arms crossed defensively over my chest. "Now, would you care to tell me—" In
Alex Since my father's passing, things have gotten more complicated. He didn't leave any clear instructions or labels on his affairs, and it turns out there are a lot of debts and liabilities that he should have taken care of but didn't. Roger, who is the second-in-command and has always been loyal, is helping me understand the full extent of the financial mess we're in. As he explains everything to me, I slowly start to piece together the puzzle of our company's financial troubles. Balancing the responsibilities of my own business has become quite the task. The nature of my business involves engaging in illegal activities such as the buying and selling of weapons, and, well, killing people. As the season progresses, I have accumulated a number of rivals who pose a threat to my operations. Despite this, my true identity remains unknown to those outside my circle. I operate in secrecy, conducting my affairs underground, away from prying eyes. While my trusted men handle the day-to-da
Gigi Sitting with my mom and Alex, we talk about how she's feeling. Alex asks, “Are you feeling fine now?” Pouting my mom says, “Alex, I don't want to eat this bland food anymore. Please bring me a pasta or something.” Alex and I exchange worried looks because mom needs to stick to a special diet for her health.However Alex ever soft hearted nods at her, reassuring her, “Of course, Amber. I will let Natalia know about your preferences.” I throw a wide eyed look at him and he gives me a single nod before he turns his attention back to my mother to inquire, “What else do you like, Amber?” My mother then asks Alex, "Can I take a walk in the garden? I want to enjoy some fresh air." Alex responds with a warm smile and agrees to her request. As my mother drifts off to sleep, Alex and I step out for a walk. Concerned, I question Alex, "Why did you agree to let her have pasta? The doctor specifically instructed us not to give her any unhealthy food.”Alex takes a deep breath and calmly exp