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TOBIAS BERNSTORFF I appreciate a good glass of wine while I indulge in a long, relaxing soak in the whirlpool bath. It has become a habit that does wonders for me after a trip. I step out of the bathroom and spot a tuxedo laid out on the bed, most likely prepared by my mother. I dress myself and stand in front of the mirror, carefully combing my hair back. A quartz watch adorns my wrist, and I grab the tuxedo jacket before heading toward the door. However, I pause when I hear the phone ring. I had left it forgotten on the bed. Before answering, I check the caller ID, but it displays an unknown number. "Hello, this is Tobias," I answer as I leave the room. "Uh... hello, it's Tobias." The person on the other end is hesitant, and I can feel their difficulty in talking to me, but I don't understand why. "I'm sorry, but I can't recognize the voice. Can you tell me your name, please?" I ask after the person finally answers. I stop halfway down the stairs, stunned, when I hear the wo
TOBIAS BERNSTORFFWe enter the hall just in time to see my father rise as his name is announced to make the opening speech. He steps up to the podium, and before he begins, he nods in greeting to someone. My mother then stands and joins him.Miss Vitte arrives late, but her tardiness is well justified. She looks stunning in a tight black dress that hugs her curves until the hips, with a slit on the left side, long sleeves, and a V-neck neckline. What elegance."H, you're soaking the entire tablecloth with your drool, how disgusting," I tease.My best friend has his eyes fixed on her, and they sparkle like a child who's just received a new toy."Hahaha, my jaws hurt from laughing so much," he complains. "She went from cute to elegantly sexy.""Yeah, now I'm really curious to meet her sister," I say without hiding my interest.Miss Vitte approaches our table, her gaze still drawn to her sister."Mr. Bernstorff, I apologize for the delay, but I had to pick up my sister from the airport,"
Nihara VittiYou wake up in a new house, in a new room, surrounded by new decor, a new vibe, and a new life that is starting here. You get up, still stretching, and walk over to the glass window. Likewise, you open the thick gray curtains, and the morning is gray on the tenth of August. Furthermore, you check the small bedside clock, and it reads five-fifteen in the morning. You smile with surprise as you notice that Leah has organized your intimate belongings in the appropriate places. How considerate.You double-check the time and realize that you still have plenty of time before you need to leave. You haven't discussed how schedules work at the company, whether they provide lunch or if you need to bring your own. So, to be safe, you decide to prepare something to take with you. You walk down the hallway, which is illuminated by two white colonial-style pendant lights, contrasting with the gray-toned walls adorned with various photos and paintings. The final touch is the modern yet
Tobias Bernstorff Harry gets up from the bed and starts inspecting my room as if he were an investigator or as if it were his first time entering it. I simply observe him, following his gaze to every corner until he fixes his eyes on the little notebook that's on the bedside table. He looks at it with intrigue, and when he moves to pick it up, I quickly snatch it from his hands."No, this is private.""Alright. How was the trip? And how did this diary end up in your hands? Come, sit down here and tell me. I've been waiting.""But now? It's already quite late, and we have an important meeting tomorrow, not to mention the pending tasks waiting for me."He checks his wristwatch."It's only 9:30 PM now, still quite early, and the longer you hesitate to tell me, the later it gets.""You can be really annoying when you want to, you know?"I clear my throat dramatically, trying to figure out how to tell him without giving away too many details. Harry is quite perceptive, and I don't want hi
Tobias Bernstorff Harry asked to be dropped off at the agency's entrance just to get a taste of passing through the reception area and seeing the lovely and delicious receptionists, as he puts it. My partner and friend never misses an opportunity, and so far, neither of the two receptionists has given in to his charm, thanks to one of the company's rules: no dating among employees. It's a rule that I myself set, and my brother and Harry didn't agree with it at first, but I know how to impose what I want very well. "I don't know why you insist on this when you know the rules well. Just because you're one of the owners doesn't mean they'll risk going out with you. Stop wasting your time, idiot," I say as he gets out of the car and adjusts himself all charming in his suit. I park in the area reserved for the presidency, and before we get out of the car, Herrman brings up the topic of the car he asked for again. I'm trying to prolong this conversation until I feel he's ready for it, but
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.