Fake facade

e and tackle the mountain of work waiting for him. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the chaos that lay ahead. The morning sunlight streaming through the window highli

ad shoulders and chest. The shirt was tailored to fit him perfectly, with a subtle sheen that hinted at its luxurio

fabric was a rich, dark blue that seemed almost black in certain lighting conditions, and it was woven with a subtle texture that gave it depth a

e touch. The knot was precise and perfectly symmetrical, adding a touch of elegance to Denzel's ove

sers with a simple yet effective silver buckle. The trousers were slim-fitting and tape

oes were made of rich, supple leather that seemed to mold to his feet, and they had a

legance perfectly complementing his overall appearance. The watch was a subtle accessory, ye

lassic style, perfectly suited to a successful businessman heading to an

ar voice behind him. "Denzel, wait!" It was Nadetta,his wife, h

at him with expectant eyes. Angel was bouncing up and down, her blonde pigtails bobbing with each

hide his impatience. He knew he was r

s and toast. The aroma wafted through the air, making Denzel's stomach

. But the look on Nadetta's face told him that this was important. She had that d

tting down his briefcase.

g her arms around his shoulder. "Dad, I made your favori

for his initial hesitation. He hugged E

17 for goodness sake" Angel

s crispy, and the coffee was hot and strong - just the way he liked it. Angel chattered excitedly about her day, telling him about her plans

ave a good day, honey. We'll see you tonight." Her eyes locked onto hi

l. Thanks for breakfast, guys. It was just what I needed." He hugged

out the door, feeling a sense of determination

you get ready for school too Ang

S ENTE

stling office building. She stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk, taking a deep

navy blue pencil skirt that hugged her curves in all the right places, paired with a crisp, white blouse that accentuated he

tement silver necklace added a hint of glamour. Her high heels were a deep, rich brown that comple

conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She nodd

a! You've got a busy

canning the room. "Yes, I

th her colleagues along the way. Her workspace was tidy

and reviewing her schedule for the day. She had a series of meet

ork, ready to tackle whatever challenges came her way.

chel, poked her head into the office. "Good morning, N

der from Rachel. "Thanks, Rach

e Smith account," Rachel replied. "Then you've

schedule. "Okay, got it. An

is one thing. The CEO wants t

eting with the CEO was never a good

't. But I'm sure it'll be fine. Y

herself. She was doing a great jo

headed to her first meeting. She was read

a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had worked hard to get w

confident as she left the conference room. She w

eling that something was off. The meeting with the CEO loomed i

eling that something was off. The meeting with the CEO loomed i

andering. She was usually confident and composed, b

eaking her concentration. She glanced down to s

office? I have something im

a beat as she wondered w

, a warm smile on his face. "Ah, Nadetta, thanks for

Julian's. She couldn't help but notice ho

asked, trying to s

trip for a month in paris" Julian began. "One of our biggest clients is looking for

This was a huge opportunity, one t

nsidering me," she sai

"We'll be discussing the details in a meeting tomorrow at 2 PM

ideas and concepts. She couldn't believe th

she promised, her voice

he corners. "I know you won't, Nadetta

t wonder if Julian saw her as more than just an employee. The truth is

" she said, stan

nto hers. "I'm looking forward to seei

them. She left Julian's office feeling both excited a

ne month trip and she heave a big