Hazel was stunned. She slowly walked around her office, taking in the sight of the chaos in front of her. Papers were scattered on the floor, her computer monitor was shattered, and her chair was overturned. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She looked like over at her bookshelf, all books had been scattered on the floor. Her drawers were pulled open, and her computer had been knocked off her desk. It was as if a tornado had swept through her workspace. How could this be happening in this company and that too in her office. She looked around but she couldn't see anyone around. Some parts of her office were covered with thick dust as though it was deliberately sprayed on it. Hazel couldn't understand what had happened. She had left the office in perfect order the day before. Her mind raced with possibilities, but she couldn't make any sense of it. What could she do now? If she tried to call the attention of people to it, it would only make the matter worse. She knew she

Hazel slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the bright light streaming through the windows of the luxurious hotel suite. She turned her head gingerly, feeling a slight soreness between her legs. Memories of last night replayed in her mind, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment. Sensing her discomfort, Gerald propped himself up on his elbow and chuckled, stretching his arms wide. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Hazel's heart skipped a beat as she buried her face in the pillows, embarrassed at the memories of their passionate night. "Good morning," she mumbled, turning away from him. Gerald chuckled, sensing her shyness. He got up and walked around the room, trying to tease her. Hazel watched him with a small smile on her face, admiring his playful spirit. Unable to resist, Gerald lunged towards her, tickling her sides as Hazel squealed with laughter. Hazel tried to get away from his grasp, but Gerald was too quick. "

"So, you really did that and you still allowed them to search the room? How did you even feel? Like, I am starting to lose it completely because I am still not able to understand why you allowed them to search. I could have done it myself and fix things together." Gerald lamented, running in fingers in his hair trying to gather himself together. The thought that he just get humiliated was making the anger surge more violently in him. "I am sorry Gerald. I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought they wouldn't check the bedside drawers as they know it always contain sensitive materials like condo..." "Will you shut the hell you call a trap!" Gerald snapped. "Don't you think before you act at all? Do you expect them to care about your sensitive materials? They have seen alot more and it's nothing surprising to them." "I said I am sorry, I just didn't know what came over me." "It's fine, you can disgrace me more here. We have to leave now. Pack your things, and let's lea

Hazel closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. He had been thinking about Gerald all day, wondering if he would come as he had promised. Hazel had noticed her heart fluttering whenever he was near, and she couldn't help but see him in a different light. Now, every time she thought of him, her heart skipped a beat. He had always been a good friend, kind and smart, with a dry sense of humor that she found irresistible. As she lay on her bed, Hazel found herself daydreaming about what Gerald might bring with him. Would he bring her favorite flowers, or perhaps a box of chocolates? Maybe he would have planned a surprise picnic or a romantic evening out. She smiled, trying not to let herself get too carried away with her thoughts As she was daydreaming about him, her phone rang. She was excited and she quickly reached for her phone but she groaned as she saw it was an unknown number. She answered the call, trying to mask the annoyance in her voice. Who could this be now? Sh

Gerald slammed the phone down on the receiver, his hand shaking with anger. He couldn't believe that he had just broken up with Hazel, the woman he loved, for no reason. All because of Tom. All because of that little threats of his. Of course, the threats were little but the fact is that, if Tom happened to do as he said, the little threats would only become bigger than anyone would handle. He didn't have an idea of what he was going to do now but the fact that he had to leave Hazel for Tom was making him go crazy. "Damn it!" he muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth in his office, his mind racing with thoughts of Hazel. He wanted to call her and explain everything, but he knew it was too late for that. He had already hurt her, and there was no going back now. Until he confirmed that Tom had no evidence, he never would want to jeopardize his image. He picked up his phone again and dialed Tom's number, his voice seething with anger when his friend answered. "What