Chapter 9

The morning sun had barely peeked over the horizon when Natalia’s doorbell chimed, rousing her from a restless sleep. Standing on her doorstep with a warm smile was the executive assistant from the office.

“Good morning. Ms. Jenkins. Mr. Fowler has arranged for you to have a check–up today,” she said, her tone polite yet friendly.

Natalia nodded, her voice still groggy, “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

They arrived at the clinic, where the sight of Scarlett by the blood draw station eased Natalia’s nerves. After the blood work, the assistant suggested grabbing a bite to eat.

“Mr. Fowler mentioned you could take today off,” she said, her eyes scanning Natalia for a

reaction.

“Sounds good to me,” Natalia agreed without hesitation, her mind already on the other matters she had to attend to.

They parted ways, and Natalia made a beeline for the diner where she had agreed to meet Lionel.

“What can I get ya?” Lionel asked as soon as Natalia slid into the booth opposite him.

“Just water, thanks,” she replied, keeping it simple.

Lionel flagged down the waitress and ordered a glass of ice water for Natalia. She took a sip and got straight to the point.

“You mentioned you needed my help with something. What’s up?” Natalia asked, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “I didn’t get the details before, but you weren’t about to ask me to go jewelry shopping with you, were you?”

Lionel chuckled and shook his head. “No, it’s actually something serious.” He slid a document across the table to her. “Could you help me translate this?”

Natalia paused, surprised, as she picked up the document and skimmed through the Italian legal jargon.

“What’s this about?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

complex international economic dispute and the documents are in Italian. We’ve been scrambling to find a professional translator, and then you called,” Lionel explained. Natalia fell silent, pondering for a moment. “How did you know I

Boria University, you were quite the sensation–fluent in several languages and even

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of nostalgia. “Those were the days,” she said, “but let’s not dwell

focused on the legal text, translating it

you be willing to interpret for us in

to check my schedule,”

you’re available, great. If not, we’ll figure something else out.” Lionel said,

and Lionel suddenly asked, “You’re not looking

much about her personal affairs. She didn’t want anyone else

did help her a lot, in

and suggested they grab lunch. He had a reservation at a nearby steakhouse, a place Natalia wouldn’t have expected to visit. given her familiarity with Hamilton’s dislike for

Ms. Miller from the day before. It

hesitated at the entrance, but Lionel caught the subtle shift in her demeanor. “Something

her senses.

the room, calling out to Natalia in what seemed like a boastful tone, “Ms.

Hamilton’s gaze with a

acknowledged her with a casual nod, then shifted his attention to Lionel, sizing him up with an air

the opportunity to introduce himself. “Mr. Fowler, it’s a pleasure. I’m Lionel from Lio Law Firm, a friend of Natalia’s. I’ve heard a

City, Hamilton’s name was synonymous with success. Rumor had it he had taken over the family empire at a young age, only to step down out of boredom and start his

but

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fate had other plans, presenting an

to meet you,” Hamilton replied with a nod, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips as he appraised the

nonchalant nod, his gaze sweeping over to

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