Shane-Leo drove Norah to her parents' home, but instead of accompanying her inside, he opted to remain in the car. "I'd rather stay here," he stated, a hint of unease in his voice. "I don't want to intrude on your family's privacy."Norah frowned, rolling her eyes. "Why? You're not doing anything wrong. What's so bad about checking up on a sick man?""No, I'm fine here," Shane-Leo insisted, shaking his head. "Please shut the car door. Thank you.""You really don't want to come?" Norah pressed, her concern evident in her voice."I'm very serious," Shane-Leo maintained, his gaze unwavering. "I'll wait for you until you're done. Don't worry about me."Reluctantly, Norah nodded her head in acceptance. "Fine then, suit yourself. And good luck." She closed the car door and made her way towards the house.As Norah entered her childhood home, she was greeted by a sense of familiarity, tinged with a hint of sadness. She proceeded directly to her father's bedroom, where a nurse was attending to

"It's none of your damn business!" Shane-Leo roared, his voice laced with frustration as he attempted to shove Anderson away."There's no need to get worked up, Shane-Leo," Anderson scoffed, seemingly unaffected by the altercation."Nobody wants to see you right now – not her mother, not her father. You're just wasting your time. If you go in there, you'll only end up embarrassed!" Anderson continued, his tone dismissive and cold.Shane-Leo, his anger reaching its boiling point, turned to face Anderson. Biting his bottom lip, he hissed, "Shit!" before storming back to his car. Once inside, he punched the steering wheel twice in quick succession, his rage palpable, before speeding away from the scene.Anderson couldn't help but smirk as he watched Shane-Leo's taillights fade into the distance. Although he knew he would eventually have to allow the two of them to be together – after all, Shane-Leo was the only one capable of reviving Norah's floundering company – he would find a way to

On the day of the interview, Jackie took great care in his appearance, ensuring he was well-groomed and professional. To prepare, he diligently studied sample questions and prompts, determined to excel in the face of any inquiry that might arise.Arriving early, Jackie found himself among the first group of interviewees. As his number was called, he rose to his feet, raising his hand to signal his presence. With a steady, confident stride, he made his way to the interviewing room.Upon entering, he discovered a panel of three interviewers, including Shane-Leo, awaiting his arrival. Jackie offered a discreet, knowing smirk before quickly composing himself, bowing his head in a display of respect. He greeted the panel with the utmost politeness and charm, his voice smooth and captivating."Please, have a seat," they invited, and Jackie graciously expressed his gratitude before settling into the chair.As the interview commenced, the panelists launched a series of challenging questions.

Noting Shane-Leo's unusual levity with a keen eye, Jackie felt compelled to delve deeper. "I must admit, sir," he began, his lips forming a cordial grin, "it appears you're in an extraordinarily buoyant mood this evening. If I may ask, what is the source of this apparent jubilation?"Shane-Leo chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Indeed, Jackie, it's been quite the day. You see, the government has finally intervened, and as a result, I have been entrusted with the leadership of Anderson's company.""That's wonderful news, sir!" Jackie exclaimed, a smile plastered on his face despite the undercurrent of unease that rippled beneath the surface. "I'm genuinely happy for you.""Your efforts are greatly appreciated, Jackie," Shane-Leo said, waving his hand dismissively. "Please, feel free to take your leave. You've done splendidly today."Bowing in a show of gratitude, Jackie replied, "Thank you, sir. Have a goo

Mr Mirano paced the room, fuming as his wife stood heartbroken in one side, she was short on what her next course of action should be.He sighed. “I am telling you, the power is getting to his head, but it wasn't like this in the beginning, now he is turning into an ungrateful child.”It was Mrs. Mirano's turn to sigh. “I know my Son, honey, something must be bothering him.” She said.“Whatever it is, I suggest we remove him from the CEO seat and out someone capable on it, that will teach him a lesson or two.” Mr. Mirano suggested making his wife raise her eyebrows.“And, who do you suggest? You? Let's let him be,” she replied, but he wasn't having it “How about Reese?” His tone softened as he mentioned that name.It was a forbidden name in that household, Reese and Martha. Mrs Mirano's eyes hardened at the mention of that name and the reaction didn't escape her husband. He moved closer to her, holding both her hands in his. “Hear me out…” he started, but she cut her off.“I will no