"You wish to return to the States?" Marcel asked as I told him that Garcia's Group might be going to the States after all."Not return, but rather to move the firm there, papa. I took time to review Marlo's presentation, and after considering all the odds, I saw we could make it work," I answered.In the last week, I dedicated myself to Marlo's insane proposition, trying to make it work. I had to tear it all down and rebuild it back up. I would have thrown it into the trash and left it there, but things changed."Pensaste que la idea de Marlo era el suicidio. (You thought Marlo's idea was suicide.)" He pointed out.I didn't like Marlo's proposal because it lacked depth. He probably saw the "Land of Opportunity" and thought it was for him. He lacked vision, and it showed in his rash decisions and actions. As I pointed out during the board meeting, there was more to research before considering expansion. He didn't do his homework, but I have. I also never thought I'd want to return to

Cecil went on a girls’ trip to Puerto Rico this morning and said she would be back in five days, and that wasn’t long enough.I love Cecil, and she has been there for me through a lot, but some days, I feel suffocated by her presence, which is the last thing I want.I couldn’t tell her this because the last time I opened up to her about how I felt, she cried for three days and made me feel like a horrible person. It was best to leave her alone and only wish her away in my mind. It was best for my sanity and her happiness.“Speak of the devil,” Vivian said after pulling out his vibrating phone. “Hello, babe.” He said and shifted away.I instructed the bartender to keep it coming while I drowned in my thoughts and sang along with the music playing to distract myself from that cuteness. It must have been longer because I felt a tap on my shoulder, and it was Vivian.He had a mischievous grin, and I was not too fond of that look.“Have you ever done something crazy?" he asked, his grin lin

"I would like to have a meeting with you tomorrow in the conference room." Robert's annoying voice echoed in my head.I groaned and rolled my eyes, even as I knotted my tie. Four weeks ago, it was his wife, Ivory, giving orders, and now it is him.Robert and Ivory need to read the dictionary and realise what the word retired means because they are doing the opposite.Cecil came up from behind and wrapped her arms around me. "Hey," she said, pressing her face against my back, and she pressed a kiss there."Hey," I said back, leaning in to get more of her warmth. "I hope you slept well.""After the night we had, I sure did," she said heartily, and she came to stand before me to help me knot my tie, and I let her.The flowers I got, or the note that came with it, must have done the trick because, after receiving them, Cecil told me she forgave me.I assured her there was nothing to worry about and told her I would remove the tattoo as soon as it healed. Vivian took me to the clinic to ex

Third POV“Is this the place?” As the car came to a stop right in front of Onu's house, Caesar Leed, her driver, asked. They had driven to the neighbourhood where she lived before fate took a turn on her years ago.Four years ago, after settling in Madrid, she closely monitored Onu and his family. The last thing she wanted was the same fate that found her befalling them. She received a report that they had moved—not very far, but they had put the old house up for sale six months after her disappearance. Perhaps the memories that came with it weren’t ones they could bear. They wanted to have a change, but not too much because this was where Godiya grew up and had her fond memories. It was a perfectly thought-out plan, taking into consideration everything important.She nodded. “This is it.” She answered, and before he could get down and open her door, she helped herself.As she stared at it, the memories returned. Getting grabbed at the front porch and dragged into the house, then tied

Oliver’s POV“It wasn’t my best play, and you know it,” I groaned, tired of the back-and-forth with Vivian for the last five minutes.Vivian wouldn’t stop making fun of my play on the basketball court today. He rarely wins, but when he does, he gloats and brags about it. This was the very reason why Jayden White, Connor O'Brien, Maxwell Fitzgerald, and Sir Lockwood, our other friends, never let him win whenever they played with him.“All I’m hearing are excuses and excuses.” He sang in his annoying soprano voice.It wasn’t my best game; my mind was divided between work, home, and the game. I hadn’t been myself since Imela walked into the conference room, and I did not know if I would be myself for a long while.The sight of her had awakened things in me that I thought were dead and long forgotten after four years of being in a committed relationship with Cecil.Of course, Vivian didn’t know that, so he probably thought I was making excuses for my poor performance. I was, but they were