Michael's pov - As I leave my cabin, hunger gnaws at my stomach, reminding me that it's time for lunch. The thought of joining Abigail and Ema for a meal brings a smile to my face. They always manage to lighten the mood and make even the dullest of lunches entertaining. As I approach their desk, my anticipation quickly turns into confusion. There are piles of files scattered all over the place, covering their desk entirely. It's as if a tornado swept through, leaving chaos in its wake. I scratch my head, wondering where Abigail and Ema could possibly be in this mess. Stepping closer, I hear a sudden, blood-curdling scream erupting from behind the desk. My heart jumps into my throat, and I freeze in my tracks. What in the world is happening back there? My mind races with thoughts of potential dangers lurking in the office, from wild creatures to mysterious hidden traps. Without wasting another second, I rush around to the other side of the desk, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and c

Michael's pov -As I sit in my office, surrounded by stacks of files containing the bank details of the writers we've recently signed, my anticipation grows. The time has come to review their information, to assess their financial credibility. I turn to Jack, my colleague and trusted confidant, and request that he bring me the files."Jack, please show me the bank details files," I say, my voice filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity.Jack nods and retrieves the files, placing them before me on the desk. I eagerly flip through the pages, expecting to find the necessary banking information from each writer. However, my excitement quickly turns to disappointment as I come across Tuberose's file.To my dismay, I find that Tuberose has only shared her P****l ID. Frustration bubbles up within me, and I can't help but frown. How could she overlook such a crucial detail? I turn to Jack, my disappointment is evident in my voice. "Jack, why didn't they request identity proof from these w

Abigail's pov -As I step into the comforting embrace of my home, the weariness of the day's labor settles into my bones. The challenges and triumphs I experienced during my deliveries fade into the background, eclipsed by a feeling of contentment that only comes from knowing I am exactly where I am meant to be.The shower's warm cascade washes away the physical and mental exhaustion, revitalizing my senses and refreshing my spirit. Wrapped in a fluffy towel, I make my way to my bedroom, my sanctuary, where dreams and reality intertwine.With a sigh of relief, I sink into the softness of my bed, its comforting embrace inviting me to let go of the day's responsibilities. The familiar glow of my phone illuminates the dimly lit room, and I find myself drawn to it, the allure of connection and possibility beckoning me.Opening the I*******m app, my heart skips a beat as I see Mick's profile, his handsome face smiling back at me. It's as if the world around me fades into the background, and

Ema's pov - As I sit in the office, my mind races with anticipation and excitement. The internship in Michael's company has been an incredible opportunity for me to gain practical experience and knowledge in the business world. However, it has also served as a stepping stone towards my true goal: to gather enough knowledge to join my father's business. I don't want to rely on the advantage of my family connections; I want to earn my place in the industry. I share my aspirations with Michael, feeling a mixture of nerves and eagerness. His office exudes an air of professionalism, yet he manages to create a welcoming atmosphere that puts me at ease. Michael listens attentively as I lay out my plans, and when I finish, there's a moment of silence that hangs between us. Then, with a warm smile, Michael leans back in his chair and clasps his hands together. His eyes radiate wisdom and experience as he begins to speak. "Ema, I appreciate your honesty and the sincerity with which you approa

Abigail's pov - As I return to my desk, a wave of conflicting emotions washes over me. The encounter with Michael in his office has left me in a state of unease. His inquiry about how I knew Tuberose's gender has ignited a whirlwind of thoughts within me. I find myself torn between revealing the truth and keeping my secret hidden. Should I confess to Michael that I am the elusive Tuberose, the one whose words have captured his heart and imagination? Or should I remain silent, preserving the distance between my identity as Abigail and my alter ego as Tuberose? The truth is, I am scared. Scared of how Michael might react to the revelation. Will he see me differently? Will his perception of me change? I don't want to be the one he looks at with admiration solely for my talent. I want him to love me for who I am as a person, as Abigail, not just as Tuberose. But the weight of this secret is becoming burdensome. I feel a longing to share my truth, to let him in on the secret that has bo