Aicko was standing in front of the full-body mirror, wearing a rose pink half-sleeve dress that hugged the curves of her body while combing her hair, she is winking at herself in the mirror. She was ready to leave and head to work, but she heard her phone beep. She extended her hand to reach her phone in the drawer beside the mirror and checked the message. She was grinning like an idiot when she saw the name of the person who had inbox her. It was Mr. Padilla, the manager of HGCI! Aicko's imagination had run wild, believing that the message was an invitation to a five-star restaurant breakfast, a spectacular Ferris wheel date, or a candle-lit supper! She had admired their manager's abilities since the first time she worked for the firm. He was harsh with her, but she didn't take it personally whenever he criticized her or humiliated her in front of so many employees. Mr. Padilla would be classified

"Are you sure you're going to hack J.S. Airlines' CCTV footage?!?" Hearing her scheme, Aicko was embarrassed. She couldn't settle herself down just now by imagining what would happen to her buddy if she did such a thing.   "Yes! I am certain that I will track down the perpetrator "She said. Aicko understands that once she makes a decision, no one can stop her from achieving her objective, but she still needs to try.   "Are you saying that after you locate the person responsible, you'll submit it to your employer as proof of your innocence?" Her pal questioned her in a naïve manner.   "Yeah," she said quickly. Aicko sprang to her feet, grabbing the computer from her grasp and shutting it off, "are you still thinking?! I understand your logic but you might get in jail for doing this even if you prove your innocence! I know, you have no time, but you can do the simplest and rightest thing," she noted.  

"What??!!!!" She yelled loudly. "I'm –" the ring of his phone interrupted him. Axel pulled his phone from his coat pocket, answered it, and placed it on his ear. "Hello, Mr. Hodreal. I have already completed my task, and I assure you that I verified it before sending it," he heard his employee say on the other end of the line. "Okay. My secretary will send you the payment," he said and hung up the call, and raise his gaze to her. Axel grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the house, "where are we going??!" She protested. "I will tell you later. For now, just cooperate with me," he assures her, and opens the car’s door, inviting her to come in. "Stephen’s POV""Does anyone else live here?!?" I yelled, but my voice reverberated across the area, so I kept going and looking for the exit, but I found up back in the same

 "Was she implying that one of them is gay?" Noreen, Mr. Andrews' assistant, murmured as she looked at the two guys. Stephen cleared his throat as he saw everyone's response to her revelation. He attempted to grin and dismiss her charge, pretending to be calm despite his irritation at Schina's boldness. "I will pretend that you did not say anything, I hope that this kind of accusation will not travel around the company." He stated and studied the people in his office as his eyes darted to the accused. "How can you say that?" Axel whines at her in a hushed tone. She simply responds by giving him a silly smile. "Noreen, you can leave. Close the door once you are out," he instructed. "That's all right, sir." She exited the office, quickly closing it and leaving them inside. "I invite Miss Sandy to ask her to confess her mistake," Stephen said, which

Marie headed to a place where the loud music deafened her ears, where people went when trouble came into their lives and all they wanted was to escape from all the troubles in their heads and relax. She wasted her whole morning driving around until her feet led her here. She went inside to a place where the only lights were colorful and blinking but did not fill the whole area. Some places were dark and once she stepped inside, her nose could sense the strong distinct fragrance. She ordered a glass of red wine for the waiter. She was having a good time there, watching the folks on the dance floor become intoxicated and hook up with strangers. She giggles, wondering what had got her to this point, as she tried to clear her mind and appeared to be well. She asked for another drink, two, and so on. She drowns herself after consuming too much liquor. She wants to end the agony, but it appears that she isn't getting better; i