Max had toured his father's company early in the morning, which was now under his control after the merger. He was a whiz in all financial matters and knew he could take the company to new heights of recognition.A tall, robust woman named Katharina, with black hair, had come from Germany to be part of Max's direct staff. At that moment, she was arranging all the finance books and other books on various topics that her boss liked to read."Is my office ready?" Max asked the woman. She finished listing all the books that had arrived in the moving boxes from Germany in alphabetical order. She stood up and nodded."It's almost done. We just need to stock up the minibar, and then it'll be completely ready. The personnel in charge of purchasing the items from the list will be here shortly."Max walked over to the large floor-to-ceiling bookcase that covered one wall of his new office, which had previously belonged to his father. He discreetly checked to ensure everything was properly arran
Jamie widened his eyes when he heard the elegantly dressed man say he was his boss. "What kind of joke is this?" he wondered. He knew that after the merger, there would only be one boss, but he thought it would be Mr. Müller as always, not someone so imposing, tall like a major league wrestler, but dressed in designer suits."My boss?" he stammered. If only he had arrived on time for the meeting, he would know who this man really was."Yes, so I ask for more respect towards the lady," the man replied, his tone firm, emphasizing the need for respect towards Jamie."Are you really the boss?" Jamie couldn't believe it. Max approached and briefly showed him the ID card he had inside his jacket."I didn't know Mr. Müller had a son, only a daughter and..." Jamie stopped his words. "Please, on this occasion, let it pass. I promise it won't happen again. I let my frustration get the best of me," Jamie said with concern. He couldn't afford to lose his job now, especially after calling off his
Emma stood at the entrance of her apartment, contemplating whether to let her mother in. It had been years since they last saw each other, and the memories of her mother's manipulative behavior haunted her. Yet, there she was, frail and desperate, begging for help."Please, Emma, let me in," her mother pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "I'm cold, haven't eaten since yesterday, and I haven't slept. I'm just asking for help one last time."Emma wasn't cruel, but her mother had ruined her childhood and adolescence, leaving her with lifelong trauma. Why would she help her now?"It will be temporary. At the first sign of trouble, you'll go to a shelter," Emma warned."Thank you," her mother said, wiping her tears.Deep down, Emma knew she would regret offering help to the woman who had used and abused her for years. While she scolded herself, urging to be more determined and tough, a part of her reluctantly agreed, but with conditions.As they entered the apartment, her mother grew i
Max fired the locksmith who had changed the lock on his apartment door. He didn't want any more surprises from Irina while he was away. He didn't want her to find anything suspicious and ruin his revenge. He loosened his tie and walked to his bedroom closet, opened one of the drawers, and carefully rolled up and tucked the tie into a small empty cubicle. He had perfectly arranged several ties by color, and a smile appeared on his lips as he remembered what he had seen in that suite closet in Hawaii. Emma had something similar with him, and that had surprised him because with Irina, everything was chaos—she was messy and undisciplined.Max's phone rang once he stepped out of the shower, and when he realized who it was, he pursed his lips. He sat on the edge of the bed and returned the call. On the second ring, the other person answered."Do you remember that you have a fiancée?" Irina's voice came through the line."I'm sorry, it's been a busy day.," Max replied, letting himself fall b
In the morning, Emma went through her morning routine before heading to work. As she stepped out of her room, she found the living room neatly arranged, with nothing out of place. She was surprised to see that Elaine had made her bed and folded the blankets. The smell of bacon made her hungry, but she denied herself. She had to leave now if she wanted to finish her day on time. She didn't want to be late again like the previous day."Sit down, breakfast is ready," Elaine announced, looking at Emma, who was gathering her laptop bag and purse."I have to go now, you have breakfast," Emma replied, about to cross the room to reach the door when Elaine blocked her path."I did it from the heart, come on, have something in your stomach," Elaine insisted, already dressed except for a few strands of hair escaping her. She didn't allow any room for a reply and pulled Emma's arm to bring her closer to the table. It was set with food, fewer dishes than Max had cooked the previous morning, but it
Max was looking at the latest photos the private investigator had delivered a couple of minutes ago. There were many pictures of Irina and Horacio, and he discovered that Irina was constantly going to a house on the outskirts of the city. Mr. Jones informed him that it was Horacio's family vacation home. He threw the photos onto the surface of his desk and then sighed, letting himself fall back against the chair's backrest."So, that house is where they have their encounters," he confirmed something very obvious. Mr. Jones nodded."I've discreetly spoken to the staff and gathered some information," the investigator paused. "Apparently, they don't leave the room. They say Horacio dismisses them once his fiancée arrives, but occasionally, kitchen staff have been asked to deliver food to the room. One of the maids saw his fiancée naked in the room, and another person saw them having sex in the pool, which resulted in immediate termination."Max's stomach churned. Imagining all that bothe
The stretch of the elevator ride to the underground parking was completely silent. From his spot, Max looked at Emma, who was staring at the elevator doors in front of her. He had noticed how her face had relaxed moments after they had started moving. He really wanted to ask her how she felt, maybe pat her back as a sign of understanding, or even take her right there and make her forget the world for a couple of times.But neither of those things happened once the elevator doors opened. Emma walked out, saying thank you, but without looking at him. Max stood there for a moment, watching her walk away. He gathered the courage and walked after her, just to make sure she was okay to drive.Then Emma stopped next to a pillar marked with a capital letter A in dark blue. Max did the same, and there he was, a couple of meters away from her, silent, waiting for her to turn around and look at him, to demand to know what the hell he was doing following her. But what came next was unexpected."H
The warm grip of Max's hand intensified as they walked towards the men's restroom. He stopped Emma at a certain distance while he entered to check how many people were inside. Upon inspection, he found only two individuals with long hair discussing the upcoming rock concert in the city while washing their hands. When they left, he lightly tapped on the four cubicle doors, but there was no response. Not wanting to take any chances, he peeked over the doors, risking the possibility of someone not answering and finding him sitting there. After confirming that no one was inside, he went back to Emma, who was clearly euphoric and excited about what was to come. They closed the door, and Max made sure that no one would catch them. Being tall, his head could easily be seen. They entered the last stall and hurriedly shut the door."Are you sure you want to do this?" Emma asked, looking at Max's face."Yes, I also want to fulfill that fantasy for myself," he smiled to show that he desired it t