Novel & Cerita Alex Alvarez One Day At A Time

Yes, I wasn't above begging because I may have loved my Telenovelas but I wasn't above human company either. My days with Alvize went like this: Breakfast together in the kitchen because I loved his cooking and I wasn't ashamed to admit it but not to him though because I was afraid that if I did he'd stop making enough food for the both of us just to spite me. Immediately after breakfast he leaves for work and he comes back just in time for dinner where he never spares me a glance or so much as breathes in my direction. After dinner he goes up to his office and I don't see him again till the next morning where our entire cycle repeats.

Because they were full of blood. "You don't look in the mirror yourself huh? Look, you're just as messed up as we are," Theo retorted. While Alvin just chuckled. "We're going home now. I also have something to talk about with Felix," Davian said. Davian raised his head and looked up at the perfect full moon. "Aleta... wait for me!" he muttered to himself. *** Meanwhile Aleta, who was currently drinking tea with Gordon, was still waiting for a definite answer from the man.

The transmitter woke, burped a silent hello, then settled into standby. “Trial,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not surrender.” A soft knock. Alvarez. Short, sturdy, eyes kind. She carried a stack of towels that didn’t need replacing. “Welcome home, ma’am,” she said, the title catching. “It’s just a week,” I said quickly. “A trial.”

Alvian felt bad toward Selena; she must have missed his presence after he disappeared for months. "Come in. Allisya is probably having breakfast with her father." Alvian nodded. He couldn't wait to see that beautiful smile this morning. At the dining table, Allisya and Allister were having breakfast. Neither started a conversation. Allisya was very hungry until she finished four slices of bread at once. Allister saw that and shook his head in wonder. "It's okay to eat a lot so you don't get sick, Sya," Allister said with a happy smile. As long as Allisya didn't eat late again.

Four days later… It was Monday. The sun was harshly hot in the sky, like it was trying to punish the people on earth. Los Angeles was busy as usual; everybody rushed with their various vehicles and some walked to their destinations. Alvin was in his office. And as always, he was bored and unhappy. He had a grim expression on his face which didn't seem friendly at all. Some applicants for his Personal Assistant position had come on Friday. They were five guys and three girls, but he didn't see what he wanted in any of them.

I drifted up go sleep soon after. •~~~~~~~~~~• The sun was shining through the window when I woke up. It felt like something was amiss though. It was too quiet. I checked my bedstand, and picked up my phone. 9am. Too quiet for 9am. Mom is usually up by this time. I also noticed something when I checked the time. My phone doesn't have any bars. Weird.

I woke up on a bench outside the nurse's office. Vinyl cushion, cold under my legs even through my jeans. Mr. Alvarez crouched in front of me with his tie loosened and his sleeves pushed up, wearing the face of a man who'd already made one phone call and was still deciding how worried he ought to look for the second one.

Alvarez’s home the day he was arrested. She feigned concern. “Who took these?” She asked. “It would seem he hired a photographer.” He paused, stood up from the table, and began pacing the length of it as he lit a cigar and took a drag from it. Elayna took a sip of her mimosa. Her husband’s plans were back firing on him. How far would they unravel?

Crisis or not, the firm never truly slept. Alex sat back in his chair, jacket draped over the armrest, sleeves rolled to his forearms. The appeal draft glowed on his screen, annotated heavily in his precise handwriting. He had already gone through it twice, tightening language, stripping emotion, sharpening logic. Tomorrow would be his first appearance on the case. A soft knock came at the door. “Come in,” he said without looking up. Eileen stepped in, her tablet tucked against her side. “Mr. Alvarez is downstairs.”

TWO DAYS LATER Hands folded, and standing upright Damien stared at the screen of his laptop, where he was currently having a video call session with Alvarez. Alvarez and his daughter Ivy rather… The little kid was stationed on her father’s thighs, eating some snacks out of a bowl.