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JohnThe next morning, it came as no surprise to learn that Pamela was in the building again. John, having anticipated this, had already issued orders authorizing her entry.“John!” Pamela exclaimed, huffing as she walked into the office without even knocking, Anne visibly indignant behind her.He looked up slowly, setting down his pen with a stifled sigh. Pamela had that annoying knack for showing up when he least wanted her to. She was wearing a form-fitting red blazer, a matching skirt, and high heels that clacked against the floor, announcing her presence even before she appeared.“Mr. Walker, I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop her.”“It’s all right, Anne. You may go.”Anne nodded and left.“Pamela…” he said in a dejected tone. “What are you doing here?”“What am I doing here?” she retorted, crossing her arms, her face flushing with indignation. “I waited for you for hours yesterday! You ignore my messages, my calls… Are you going to pretend you don’t know?”John stood up, bringing his ha

As soon as she descended the three steps at the entrance, she ran into Steve. It looked like he was waiting for her.“Good morning, Elizabeth,” he said with a broad, confident smile.“Good morning, Steve,” she replied with a gentle smile.“I see the renovation is finally finished,” he remarked, looking inside the restaurant. “How about we go out to dinner and celebrate this achievement?”Elizabeth looked away, feeling awkward. Steve always invited her to dinner, and she always turned him down. She didn’t want to raise hopes she couldn’t fulfill.“I… have a few things to take care of. Now that the construction is finished, I’ll be quite busy over the next few days finalizing the restaurant’s layout, the decor, and hiring the staff,” she said, trying to sound gentle.Steve sighed softly, but soon regained his smile, though his eyes betrayed his disappointment.“I understand…” he said, running his hand through his brown hair. “But… maybe… at least… would you have a little time to grab a

ElizabethElizabeth spent the next few days busy with the restaurant’s final preparations. She arrived early every day, chatted with the staff, and fine-tuned the decor. The space was beginning to come to life, with every detail of the decor carefully reviewed. She walked through the dining room, observing the crystal chandeliers casting a soft glow over the impeccably set tables. She contacted the restaurant’s former employees and, after interviewing them, realized they were not only skilled but also passionate about their craft. Before finalizing their hiring, however, she wanted to see them in action.She talked with the staff, discussed menu adjustments, and checked the table layout and the placement of each floral arrangement.“I want you to show me your best,” she said one morning, gathering them around the central counter. “Service, poise, precision… and, of course, flavor. Our guests expect more than a meal: they expect an experience.”The test was almost like a choreographed

— What about her family?“It seems she wasn’t very well-liked by her stepmother. She used to visit her father from time to time, but she hasn’t been there in a long time.”“And the trip?”“No one knows anything. I couldn’t get any information from the security guards. I had to tread carefully, you know how it is… Those guys are tough nuts to crack, and they know that if they betray Mr. Walker, they’ll end up socially dead, or worse. But by poking around here and there, I heard rumors that she vanished overnight. No one knows where she went.”Pamela frowned, tapping her fingers on the cup.“That’s not enough. A date? A past affair? Anything…”Logan shook his head, almost amused by her desperation.“Nothing. The woman is a paragon of virtue, completely pure. No known boyfriends, high grades in school, graduated with honors in business and culinary arts, even won a cooking competition in France. A true example of a daughter, wife, and demure woman.”“That’s impossible,” she said, almost

“Married?” Sara retorted, lowering her voice but not softening her words. “If you can even call what you went through a marriage… did you tell him?”Elizabeth fell silent, feeling her chest tighten. Then she took a deep breath.“I didn’t tell him… about everything. And also… I’m not interested in getting involved with anyone,” she said, her voice breaking. “I still think about John… every night he haunts my dreams… and when I wake up…” Her voice faltered and tears welled up, hot, before she could hold them back.Sara immediately wrapped her in a tight embrace.“Shh…” she whispered, stroking her back. “You’ll get through all of this. You’ll still find someone who sees who you really are… and who loves you the way you deserve.”Elizabeth remained silent, feeling the weight of that lost love that insisted on hurting her.Minutes later, having composed herself, she and Sara returned to the room carrying a tray of appetizers. The four of them chatted about the city and the restaurant’s next