As the interviewer called for the next batch, Lucas eagerly followed them into the interview room. He found a seat among the other candidates, the tension building in his chest. The room was filled with nervous energy and hopeful determination.Suddenly, a soft beep broke the silence, drawing everyone's attention to Jeffrey, one of the interviewers. He discreetly retrieved his phone from his pocket and glanced at the message. His brows furrowed as he read it, and a conflicted expression crossed his face. The message was from Charles, and it read, "The guy Lawrence Wright is my cousin brother. Make sure he gets the job, please."Jeffrey carefully pocketed his phone, his gaze lingering on the message for a moment longer. The other interviewers noticed the exchange but remained silent, wary of questioning their colleague. The atmosphere in the room became tense as candidates exchanged puzzled glances, unaware of the unfolding before them.The interview began, and as each candidate was pu
Their playful exchange continued as they moved through the aisles, handpicking items from their mental grocery list. Ethan's keen eye for quality and practicality guided their choices, ensuring they made the best selections."Ethan, do we really need three different types of hot sauce?" Camila asked, raising an eyebrow at his enthusiasm for spice. "I don't want our kitchen to become a fire-breathing dragon's den."Ethan chuckled, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, come on, Camila. A little heat adds excitement to our dishes. Trust me, you'll love it," he replied, his voice filled with playful confidence.Nathalie discreetly entered the bustling supermarket, her face concealed beneath a scarf and oversized glasses. Determined to avoid recognition from her fans or anyone else, she walks the aisles with caution. It had been a while since she had landed an acting role or gig, and she longed for the comfort of a home-cooked meal. However, her usual staff was sick, leaving Nathalie with
Camila stood there, her emotions swirling full of uncertainty. She felt left behind, as though she no longer held the same significance in Ethan's life. The sight of Nathalie's intimate gesture and Ethan's silence wounded Camila deeply, seeping into the cracks of their relationship and widening them.Overwhelmed by the sight of Ethan and Nathalie engrossed in conversation, Camila's grip on the grocery bags weakened. Slowly, she released her fingers, allowing the items to tumble back onto the shelf. Her eyes fixated on Ethan, who seemed oblivious to her presence as if she were merely a ghost lingering in the background. The pain became unbearable, and with a heavy heart, Camila turned on her heels and walked away from the supermarket.Outside, the bustling city greeted her with its sounds and flashes of vibrant colors. Camila's teary eyes scanned the street until she spotted a passing taxi. She waved it down and slipped inside, her voice trembling as she uttered her home address to the
Caught off guard and still reeling from the previous events, Ethan nodded absentmindedly, his thoughts consumed by Camila's unexplained tears. Reluctantly, he shared his contact information with Nathalie, unaware of the ulterior motives lurking beneath her facade.As Nathalie received his number, she offered a brief explanation, keeping up the pretense of needing to finish her shopping. Without missing a beat, she turned on her heels and retreated back into the bustling aisles of the supermarket, leaving Ethan standing there, his mind in turmoil, unsure of the twists and turns his life had taken in such a short span of time.Ethan wrestled with his thoughts, contemplating whether to pursue Camila or respect her need for space. He reasoned that rushing after her might alert her family, potentially complicating matters further. "Should I give her time or just go for it?" he mused, his internal struggle obvious in his furrowed brow. Eventually, he settled on the decision to grant her the
As Camila raced through the city streets, her determination manifested in her focused grip on the steering wheel. The world outside her car window seemed to blur, a mere backdrop to her unwavering drive. The company loomed ahead, its towering presence a testament to the legacy her family had built.Upon arrival, Camila wasted no time, gathering the necessary materials for the impending meeting with the directors and her father. Her steps echoed along the polished corridors, each stride a testament to her unwavering dedication. With a firm resolve etched upon her face, she entered the conference hall, ready to face the challenges that lay in wait.As Camila confidently took her seat at the grand mahogany table, surrounded by the members of the board, her name was called, signaling the commencement of the meeting. The room fell into a hushed silence as all eyes turned towards her, awaiting her opening remarks.The previous night had been a whirlwind of worry and confusion for Ethan. He
Camila met his gaze, her eyes searching for sincerity. "I don't know what to think anymore, Ethan. It hurt to see you so easily swayed by her presence. Did you know Nathalie before? like from what you guys were talking about…"Ethan's voice softened, his gaze filled with remorse. "She is my Ex girlfriend I didn't know she was your best friend. We just crossed paths briefly after years of not hearing from each other, but I had no idea about your history with her."Camila sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "It's complicated, Ethan. I've been hurt before, and seeing you with her triggered those insecurities. I need to know where we stand."Ethan took a step closer, his voice filled with conviction. "Camila, I care about you. It was never my intention to hurt you. Nathalie is nothing but my past".Camila interrupted Ethan, her voice laced with vulnerability and determination. "I want to believe you, Ethan, but trust is fragile. I need time to process everything, to figure out if we
A subtle nod escaped Camila's lips, confirming her agreement with Ethan's sentiment. Eager to make amends for the events of the previous day, Ethan turned to her, his gaze filled with sincerity. "Camila, tell me, what can I do to make it up to you? How can I show you how deeply sorry I am?"A soft smile graced Camila's face as she met Ethan's eyes. "Let's do what we had planned yesterday before everything happened," she suggested, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.Ethan's expression brightened, relief and excitement washing over him. Nodding in agreement, he took Camila's hand in his, their fingers interlacing effortlessly. Together, they strode out of Camila's office, their connection on a new level and unyielding. The envious gazes of the employees followed their departure, whispers of admiration and gossip trailing in their wake.As they made their way towards Ethan's car, their steps in sync, Camila and Ethan remained unfazed by the prying eyes and hushed conversations aro
A week had passed since Ethan had blocked Nathalie's contact, leaving her frustrated and angry. Determined to confront him, Nathalie decided to enlist the help of a tracer to locate his whereabouts. After providing the necessary information, she anxiously awaited the results. Finally, her phone buzzed with a message containing Ethan Whitlock's address.Overwhelmed with happiness, Nathalie whispered to herself, "I won't let you slip away, Ethan. Not now, not ever. Maybe only in your dreams." With renewed determination, she walked towards her wardrobe, where she discovered a collection of sexy, half-naked gowns. Choosing one that made her feel confident and alluring, she carefully styled her hair and applied makeup to enhance her features. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was already 7:30 am. Without wasting any more time, Nathalie grabbed her bag and hurriedly made her way to the car, ready to embark on her mission.In no time, Nathalie arrived at Ethan's apartment complex. Parki