Struggle For Control

Entering what appears to be a study, the guards let her go for a drink before going out, the only sound is the click of the front door, leaving Jaya alone, alone with her mind and the ghosts of her past. Finally, she settled into the large, stuffed leather armchair, her head buried in her hands, and memories of the past flooded in.

Five years ago, Jaya was 19. A college student, she spent the summer working in the main office of her late grandfather's manufacturing company. She was shy and embarrassed by her looks, her older sister often made fun of her braces, curly thick hair, and too skinny body, and she kept silent. Her older twin sister, Jara, was the exact opposite.

Older, working in an office full-time, and not wanting to go to college, she is gregarious, her amazing figure and long auburn hair, and good looks make her popular with many contractors who will pass through. Nowhere is this more important than Arzen Valencia, the owner of small clothing business.

While Jara was initially interested in Arzen, Jaya didn't like the man and wasn't quite sure what exactly he was making her uncomfortable, but the arrival of the gorgeous and dangerous Alfonzo Peralta soon turned her sister's any other man was wiped from her mind.

Jaya was embarrassed to see Jara pounce on the builder so blatantly and was called in to help with some issues that required a more professional contractor. He is a hard worker and his ideas and solutions are a godsend for the projects he is working on no one appreciates her more than Jaya because she pleases him and every time he shows up in the office her eyes are all full of hope.

However, he has always been polite and distant towards her sister, often choosing to deal with Jaya. She was always nervous about this handsome man, who was older than her-he was in his twenties at the time. She doesn't know what to say or do when he smiles so warmly at her, his dark eyes staring at her big brown eyes, which she hides behind reasonable glasses, this is her in the office The computer you need when you work in the office, that's all the time in the office.

Two months after the contract was signed, the money was a gone-a lot of money. A search of the lockers found some, the serial numbers are given to them by the bank, along with the keys to her grandfather's office and a safety deposit box, hidden in a hidden compartment of his locker.

Her grandfather was angry. Not a man who put up with betrayal, she went to great lengths to convince him not to call the police there and then arrest Alfonzo. Jaya, however, never felt he stole the money and defended him for hours, only gaining her grandfather's backing after telling him it might cause a scandal.

Her family was the mainstay of the conservative and legitimate establishment in the region, and her grandfather was always careful about his family's image in the eyes of these dull judges. He forced Jaya to be the one who fired Alfonzo, which was his way of punishing her for taking another side. After that, she never forgot the shock on his handsome face and his anger when he claimed his innocence.

However, she firmly told him that if he didn't leave then they would involve the police. Alfonzo welcomed the police intervention until she explained the evidence against him, remembering his mouth so angrily pursed into a line, his eyes flashing with icy rage when he announced he had been framed. Although she secretly agreed with him, she said nothing because she knew the police were very supportive of her grandfather and she feared he would not get a fair trial.

Lifting her head, she hummed softly. The last words he said to her were that he would make them pay, and one day her whole family would pay for that day, and his soft tone, with a hint of so manly accent, added to the intensity of his statement. She curled her lips sarcastically, knowing that the day had finally come. Alfonzo would take revenge and her family would be destroyed.

Walking to the wine table, she poured herself a glass of plain vodka and drank it, gasping for breath as the spirit burned in her throat. No one usually drinks. She felt that she needed something to calm her down, and as she waited for the axe to fall, her whole body trembled, and every second made her terrified.

He still holds a grudge against her family, as can be seen from his indifferent expression when they meet, and she realizes that she "invited" him to wear his suit. There was a horrifying laugh in her heart when she was afraid of him coming back. The situation seemed "destined to happen," she thought. Five years ago, she was the one who punished the man who would soon enjoy a worse punishment for her.

Back in her seat, she stumbles across the maxi dress she borrowed so she can attend the evening's events. She wanted to kick off those uncomfortable stilettos but knew that when he finally showed up, she needed to be as tall as possible to face him. Sitting down, she waited, waiting for nearly an hour, each minute pulling her already tense nerves tighter and tighter, on the verge of collapsing.

With the sound of the door being opened, she jumped up and turned to face the man who came in. His posture was relaxed and firm, and her stiffness was rolled up by the tension that filled her. "Why did you let your trained thugs bring me here?" she asked, her voice higher and harsher than she expected, her attempt to sound calm and calm even on her failures in the ears.

Alfonzo raised his eyebrows sarcastically and walked to the wine table. "I think we all know why you agreed to come to this room," he said evenly, as he tossed some ice cubes into two glasses, then poured whiskey into one, vodka, and fresh mangos into the other. As he did, Jaya struggled to control her breathing, her heart beating erratically in her chest, her eyes on his every sure move. Under her lashes, she let her gaze admire him.