Gerald sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen. He couldn't concentrate on anything, and his mind kept wandering. He took a sip of his champagne and tried to calm his nerves. He had a feeling that Hazel, was going to cause another trouble, and he didn't know how to handle it. How could she be so confident? How he wished he had known it was her before giving her the job. He glanced at his wrist watch; it was past 9 and Hazel hadn't arrived. He dialed the number of the receptionist immediately. “Hello! Good morning Mr. Fraser, how may I be of help?" He heard the receptionist speaking from the other end. Gerald cleared his throat. “Em... I don't know. I just wanna know if Ms. Willoughby is present. Is she?" “I am not quite definite sir, I haven't seen her this morning but give me a second, let me go through the attendance," The receptionist answered. “Alright... I am waiting." He said and silence took over for some seconds. “Are you still there?" Gerald asked wh

Gerald, stood at the front of the conference room, his face serious. He looked at the faces of his staffs one after the other, he was particularly looking for Hazel but she was not there. He signalled to the receptionist in the crowd, if she had seen her anywhere and she shook her head. Gerald took a deep breath and nodded. "Good morning, everyone," he began to speak. "I'm here to address a very serious matter, so I want you all to listen very attentively. As you all know, a golden necklace has been stolen from the company's store in the display and this particular necklace worths twenty thousand bucks. This is a very serious situation, and I want to assure you that we are doing everything in our power to find the culprit." As Gerald spoke, his eyes could not stop searching around for Hazel. He had call for this assembly only because of her because he did not want any situation to look suspicious. The room was silent as Gerald spoke. Everyone was on edge, wondering who could

Arin knocked on the door of Hazel's house, feeling nervous but determined. She had been looking for her house for hours, and now that she was finally here, she couldn't afford to waste any more time. Whatever Gerald was doing in his house, she wanted to find out. A few moments later, the door opened and Hazel appeared. She looked surprised to see Arin standing there, but quickly composed herself. "Arin, what are you doing here? And how did you get to know my house?" she asked. "Those questions of yours are not necessary, I need to talk to you," Arin replied, stepping inside. Hazel placed her palm on Arin's chest, preventing her from going further into the room. "Just let me in. It is about the Mr. Fraser" Hazel's expression darkened. "What about him? What is wrong with him and why did you have to come to my house for that?" "Hazel, I know that he is sick because he called me and told me himself," Arin said. "He told me he has been in your since last night." Hazel's eyes

Hazel's work environment had become increasingly difficult due to Arin ever since they've been partnered together. She wasn't making things easy for her at all. She almost didn't have issues sharing her office if Arin had paddled her canoe but she had this habit of belittling Hazel and finding fault with her work. Despite Hazel's best efforts to ignore Arin's behavior, she found it increasingly difficult to cope with it. The final straw came when Arin accused Hazel of a mistake that she hadn't made in front of the entire office. It was so embarrassing because everyone in the office respected her because they knew she couldn't make such simple mistakes. This led Hazel to take the matter up with the CEO. She had vowed not to ever go to Gerald's office, she was ready to stay totally away from him but she couldn't help it this time, she just had to get rid of Arin. Hazel knocked on the Gerald's door and waited for him to invite her in. "Come in," he said, looking up from his des

Arin stood nervously in front of Gerald's office, her hand trembling as she knocked on the door. She had been thinking if it was right to tell Gerald about this because she had never had to report anything scandalous to him before. But this time, she felt she had no choice. She had seen something she shouldn't have, and she knew it was her duty to report it to her boss. If not for the main purpose of it, it would be for the purpose of ruining that budding romance between them. "You can come in," Gerald's voice boomed from inside the office. Arin took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Gerald was sitting at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read through a stack of papers. He looked up as Arin entered, his expression softening as he saw her standing there. "Arin, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," he said, standing up and walking around the desk to greet her. Arin hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject. Finally, she took a dee