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Nihara Vitte We enter the elevator and encounter the boy and other employees again, whom I couldn't get to know during the meeting as I'll be working directly with them. I greet them, taking some by surprise, and thank them for the warm welcome. As we exit the elevator, the six of us are laughing. I feel good about dealing with friendly people, and my adaptation is going smoothly. The meeting room is enormous. Estimating quickly, I think it can fit about thirty people. It is brightly lit with natural light, thanks to the huge glass windows that provide a beautiful view of the agency's garden. The two side walls are dark blue and adorned with beautiful artworks. I am captivated by the beauty of the paintings, completely oblivious to what is happening around me. I hear an exaggerated throat clearing, which I assume is directed at me, and I quickly snap out of my enchantment. I turn and let out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry, the paintings are just so beautiful," I comment nervously. "May
"So, how about we order a pizza?" Leandra gets up and takes her cell phone out of her purse. "What kind do you prefer, and what drink?" She heads for the kitchen with her cell phone in her hand, looking at a leaflet on the fridge door. "Four seasons, and please ask for extra cheese. I'll have Sprite to drink," I reply. "Are you taking it back?" Before I can answer her sudden question, her call is answered, and she signals me to wait with her index finger. When she's finished ordering, she gets up from the counter where she was sitting and walks over to me in the living room. "We didn't talk much about the trip. How was it?" I realize that she might not want to talk about it anymore, so I don't insist. "It wasn't bad at all," I immediately remember Tobias and laugh, which arouses her curiosity. "What's with that mischievous grin? May I ask?" "Nothing, I just remembered something." My sister intensifies her gaze, which makes me a bit nervous. "Okay, stop that, I'll tell you. After t
Tobias Bernstorff Why do we only have access to these images now?" I ask in confusion, simmering with anger and rage. "We believe it was a professional, so we had to call in the best IT technicians to try to extract anything from the recordings because the camera was completely destroyed," he explains cautiously. "We couldn't get a clearer image. That's why we are currently examining the cars that passed through this road between 7:00 PM and 8:00 PM on October 5th. Perhaps we can catch a better angle of them." I release the breath I've been holding for several minutes, trying my best to remember anything that might help with the investigation, but my mind is very muddled right now. "Can you remember anything that might give us an idea of why Simon and Christie were targeted by this man or woman? Jealousy, someone who was fired from the company..." "I don't know..." My words dissolve in the air at the same moment I remember the day Simon told me he felt like he was being watched.
Tobias Bernstorf I'm working from home, and at the moment I'm meeting in a videoconference with some entrepreneurs who would like to sign a partnership with us.Once the meeting is over, Harry lets me know how the campaigns we have in hand are going and doesn't hide his pride at how well everything is going. "Hello, my love, come here," Sophie enters the office, with her clumsy gait. "Hi, my favorite niece." "Say hello to your uncle, sweetie," she surprisingly kisses the computer screen, and then gives a cute little smile. My friend's eyes light up with this gesture of affection, and I smile at her proudly and give a chaste kiss on her blonde head. "I can't wait for her to call me uncle." "Tob, can I come in?" Astrid asks, entering the office with a sad face. "We'll talk later, Harry." I end the video call. "Yes, my little butterfly, how are you? Are you still upset with me?" "No, I'm just sad about this situation. I don't feel comfortable being watched everywhere," she conf
Nihara Vitte I feel my face burning from the intense sunlight coming through a crack. I turn to the other side to avoid the discomfort of the light. For a moment, I make a strenuous effort to open my eyes, but they feel so heavy that they involuntarily close again. "I am Tobias." "Hey, it's okay, look at me, breathe slowly, focus on your breath." "I believe any woman would be suspicious of that, but since I don't have one, I don't need to worry. I was referring to my daughter." "I have no idea what you're talking about, woman. Niah, I swear, I don't know what all this is about." "The fruit of our love is on the way, Mommy and Daddy are too excited." "I won't be fooled again." "Nihara, Niah, wake up..." I hear someone calling my name in the background. I try to respond, but my voice comes out hoarse from crying. Furthermore, I attempt to get up and stumble amidst the confusion in my room. I bow my head over my folded legs and start crying again, until I feel someone standing
Tobias Bernstorf "It can't be," he exclaims, examining me closely. I furrow my brow, confused. "Nihara?" "Sorry, do we know each other?" I genuinely didn't recognize him at first. He looks different from the man on the plane, thinner, with tired eyes and skin longing for some vitamin D from the sun. Angola's climate is also very different from the climate here, and he was coming from there, which might explain his tan that day. He extends his arm towards me, revealing the tiny scar on the outside of his hand. I widen my eyes in astonishment, get up, and move closer as if I need a closer look, trying to appear indifferent to the situation. I simply say, "Well, if it isn't the man who took my seat on the plane. What a small world." I run my fingers over the scar and then raise my gaze to his face again. "It's healed," I point out the obvious. "Your mark will stay with me forever," he gives a suggestive smile. "So, are you here with someone?" "Yes," I reply dryly without realizing it
Tobias Bernstorf I'm on my way to the police station. Steve said he managed to get a lead on the registration analysis, and we couldn't discuss it over the phone. I enjoy driving, so my security sits in the passenger seat. It was challenging to convince my father to allow me to keep just one, but I'm good at negotiations, and I always manage to get my way in the end. The entrance to the police station is swarmed with paparazzi. I drive ahead, trying to shake them off, and stop near the back entrance. "How did they find out we were coming, sir?" Thomas Meyer asks as he exits the car and follows me. "I have no idea, but I believe Steve is already handling the situation." We pass through the reception area, where we're promptly announced. I didn't even need to give my name; an agent with a stern face escorts me to my friend's office, and my security waits for me in the reception area. I could have gone there alone, but I chose to accept his courtesy. "Sorry for all the commotion out
Continuation... I open the folder with the campaign information and can't contain the tears that well up in my eyes as soon as I see the name given to the new men's fragrance to be launched by Moreau Fragrances. I lift my eyes towards my friend and then look at his father, blinking my lashes to dissipate the tears. "The idea was hers," he informs, smiling. "I didn't do anything special, just combined the useful with the pleasant," she says with a neutral expression. In a moment like this, someone else in her place might show pride, but she acts as if it's nothing special. "You did indeed; you did a great job. I believe this campaign will have the effect the company aims for. It's the first time someone has faced me on equal terms in a negotiation, and considering it's a woman, it's even more impressive," Mr. Moreau points out. "Yes, she's truly fantastic," Harrison affirms with a silly grin on his lips. "I have a question about this slogan," Caine speaks up. "Yes, Ms. Hilary,"