Judith sat in her living room, the soft hum of her daughters' chatter blending with the gentle clicking of her laptop keys. She was in the midst of an online job search, feeling the weight of uncertainty settle on her shoulders since the shocking closure of Heinen Realty. Her closest friend, Rafella, was perched on the edge of the couch, a curious glint in her eyes.
"Oh no, that Heinen Realty was really closed down, huh? And you also lost your job now because of that. Where are you working then?" Rafella asked, concern etched across her face.
Judith sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know, and I can't decide yet. It happened unexpectedly. I never thought they would get arrested because of what they did to their bodyguard."
Rafella nodded, her expression shifting to one of understanding. "Oh, that's why I realized that the Realty was closed down. Do you feel pissed off about that?"
"Not really," Judith replied, her voice steady. "Once I found out about all the crimes they committed, I felt a sense of relief. Justice was served, and at least now I can look for a different company to work for."
"And are you going to work again in the financial sector?" Rafella inquired, raising an eyebrow with interest.
"Yes, I was supposed to be working at another company, but now I think I want to explore other financial firms," Judith explained, her mind racing with possibilities.
"Okay, and how about your status with Walter?" Rafella pressed, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"Still the same," Judith said, a hint of warmth filling her voice. "I want to let my parents know about this. I mean, Walter wants that too."
"Great! And it's sweet that he's been visiting here," Rafella remarked, her tone brightening.
"Yes, he's been staying at the house more often. He mentioned he needs to take care of his sister's twin children now," Judith replied, a mix of surprise and admiration in her tone.
"What? His sister has twins now?" Rafella's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Yes, it was unexpected, but at least he's being a loving and caring brother for Jasmin," Judith said, a smile touching her lips.
"Jasmin? The one who exposed Dirk as a rapist?" Rafella asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Yes, that's her. She's the one who exposed him and Sonja too. I still can't believe everything that happened years ago, and she only solved that crime now."
"Wow, I'm speechless. Is she like a detective or something?" Rafella mused, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Honestly, I don't know. I think she just wants to solve things now. It's great that everyone around knows the truth," Judith replied, feeling a sense of closure wash over her.
"Yes, they do," Rafella agreed, nodding.
At that moment, Judith's daughter, Gerlinda, piped up, her small voice breaking through the adult conversation. "Mommy, can we go out today?"
"But not today, sweetheart. Later, we can go out together," Judith reassured her, feeling a tug at her heart.
"Yes! I knew we were going together! And are you going to buy me a new toy?" Gerlinda's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Yes, of course, I won't forget that," Judith promised, her heart warming at her daughter's enthusiasm.
As the conversation continued, Judith found herself chatting with Walter online, feeling a rush of happiness at seeing his name pop up on her screen.
"Hey, Walter!" she typed eagerly.
Walter: "Hey, Judith! How are you?"
"I'm better, but it would be even better if you were here. I need to spend time with the kids now, so I can't come over today," she replied.
Walter: "It's okay. I can't leave either. No one else can take care of the children. I think Jasmin is back to job hunting."
"Finding a job? I don't think that's good for her right now," Judith responded, concern creeping into her thoughts.
Walter: "But she wants to, and I don't know how to convince her not to. I just want to support her. She's trying her best."
"Oh, and I should say that she has schizophrenia, right?" Judith asked, her heart heavy with empathy.
Walter: "She does, but she doesn't like therapy. It's hard to convince Jasmin to follow through with her treatment."
"Okay, and anyway, how are you?" Judith inquired, shifting her focus back to him.
Walter: "I'm good, thank you. How about we meet tomorrow? I think you're still looking for a job today."
"That sounds like a good idea, Walter," Judith replied, a smile spreading across her face as she considered the thought of seeing him again. The day felt a little brighter, and amidst the chaos of her life, there was still a flicker of hope.
After that she did finds to be flattered when Walter send a love emoticon for her.
Jasmin walked home, her mind racing with the thrill of her recent windfall. She had earned a lot of money—more than she ever expected. But as she turned the corner, she noticed Walter waiting for her, his expression a mix of shock and concern.
"Jasmin!" he exclaimed, his eyes drawn to her left arm, which was bandaged and stained with a dark red mark. "What happened to you?"
"I did earn a lot of money..." Jasmin replied, reaching into her pockets to show off her haul. Her fingers brushed against the crumpled bills, but Walter's attention was elsewhere.
"Where did you get that?" he asked, his brows furrowing as he scanned her face for signs of deceit. The air around them felt heavy, thick with unspoken words.
"Well, from my new job," Jasmin said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I finally found the right job for me."
Walter narrowed his eyes. "What kind of job is that?"
"It's a good job, one that comes with plenty of opportunities..." she trailed off, sensing the skepticism radiating from him.
"Are you even sure about that?" Walter pressed, crossing his arms.
"Yes, I'm extremely sure about this!" she shot back, her frustration bubbling to the surface.
"Then where did you get that money? Your business partners? And why do you have blood on your arm? You look wounded today..." His voice softened but remained firm.
"I just did my job, Walter! I told you I can make money fast..." Jasmin's tone shifted, desperation creeping in.
Walter shook his head, disbelief etched across his face. "Oh, I know what you're doing, Jasmin! You're back to the bad stuff again. Can't you find a job that doesn't involve beating people up or stealing their money? That's not good!"
"The problem is that you always keep complaining about what I do!" she shot back, anger flashing in her eyes.
"Because you're doing it wrong, seriously!" Walter's voice raised slightly, a mix of exasperation and concern.
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Jasmin insisted, her voice trembling. "You think I'm doing it wrong again, but this job is better for me..."
"No, not like that. This is the last time I'll try to convince you. Find a job that isn't like this, because you're always getting into trouble!" Walter's frustration was palpable.
"Fine! I'll be the troubled woman you always know!" Jasmin retorted, her words laced with venom. "At least my brain gets to rest while you're stuck working on math problems!"
"That's completely different, Jasmin!" Walter exclaimed, his patience wearing thin. "I'm working on a better path because I'm using my brain. I'm not involving myself in bad things like you!"
"Right, because sitting at a desk is so much better than living life!" she spat, her anger boiling over. Feeling defeated, Jasmin turned away, storming off to her room, leaving Walter in the hallway, grappling with the weight of their argument.
Then at the living room, David was there and he open his laptop and he browse to the website: Find-Bodyguard.net, and saw how the site was great for hiring a bodyguard.
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Then he gets so interested looking for the site then, he was going to click the button selection for our bodyguards, then he stared to that page when he was started searching for bodyguard and planned to hire one.
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(Fabienne's profile)
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David sat at his cluttered desk, the glow of his computer screen illuminating the room in a dim light. He had been thinking about contacting Fabienne for days, but the weight of recent events held him back. Just as he was about to hit send on his message, Fred appeared in the doorway, arms crossed and an inquisitive expression on his face.
"What are you exactly doing on that site?" Fred asked, curiosity piqued. David could sense the apprehension in his friend's tone.
"I decided we need a bodyguard," David replied, his confidence shining through his words. "Ever since that gunman showed up, everything's been a mess. I told you we need protection."
Fred's brow furrowed. "Do you really think that would be enough? I'm not sure this is a good idea. Maybe you should think it over."
"But this is my idea," David insisted, leaning forward in his chair. "Two bodyguards could make a difference. We shouldn't have to stay here unprotected."
"How can you think about that when I can't even sleep at night, worrying about my wife? The police are useless; they can't find her!" Fred's voice cracked, revealing the deep fear that gripped him.
"That's why we need to move to Zurich," David said, his tone turning serious.
"Zurich? Why so far? You can't just decide that!"
"Fred, your daughter needs to be safe. We don't know what these bad guys want from us. We're already caught up in something much bigger than we realize."
Fred sighed heavily, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. "Ever since we failed to guard the company, I feel like everything's gone wrong. Dirk has moved on, but at least he was finally arrested."
David shook his head. "No, I don't think Dirk had anything to do with this. Maybe Sonja, but who knows? He's still angry about everything that happened."
Fred hesitated, but David could see the doubt forming in his friend's eyes. "You should agree with me. We need to protect your daughter, and we can find your wife in Zurich."
"In Zurich?" Fred echoed, his voice laced with skepticism.
"Yes. There's a chance we can find her. Meanwhile, the police are still searching everywhere."
Finally, Fred relented. "Okay, you're right. I have to protect my kid. I don't want her involved in this mess."
With a sense of urgency, they began to gather clothes and supplies, preparing for their departure.
Meanwhile, at Marvin's house, the tranquility of his evening was shattered when Martel suddenly appeared at his window, laughing at his startled reaction.
"Oh my goodness! I can't believe you reacted like that!" she giggled, her laughter ringing through the room.
Marvin, slightly annoyed but amused, opened the window wider, letting her in. She handed him a bag of chips and a soda, her presence brightening the dim room.
"So, what's the status with you and Sidel? I think you two are officially dating now, huh?" Martel teased, a playful grin on her face.
Marvin shrugged, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. "Don't brag about it. I'm just trying to figure out how to tell Sidel's mom."
"Who's her mom?" Martel asked, curious.
"Her name is Jasmin. You know, the one who came to school that one time?"
"Oh, the one who always wears a necktie? Yeah, she's definitely unique. Doesn't seem to care what others think," Martel replied, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, I guess that's her style. I just don't know how to approach her," Marvin admitted, worry creeping into his voice.
"You should definitely talk to her! It's a good idea, and I can help if you want. This is like something out of a romantic movie!" Martel encouraged.
"I don't know if you can help, but I could use your advice on how to talk to her mother. If I can get through that, it might solve my problems with Sidel."
"Let's start simple. Just tell her how hard Sidel works in school. She'll appreciate that," Martel suggested.
"That's all?"
"Yeah! Just don't move too fast, or you might scare her off," Martel cautioned, her playful demeanor shifting to one of seriousness.
"Okay, visiting Sidel's house to talk to her mom sounds like a plan. Thanks for the advice, Martel," Marvin said, feeling a sense of relief.
"No problem, Marv," she replied, taking a handful of chips. As they settled into the evening, Marvin grabbed the Monopoly board game, ready for a fun distraction with his friend.
In another day, Rafella was taking Judith to the grocery store to buy some food. As they pushed the cart down the aisles, they stopped to pick up some milk.
"It's been great that we do this all day," Judith said, her voice laced with concern. "But I also need a job. I don't want my daughters to go to their father. I just can't let that happen."
Rafella placed the powdered milk into the cart, her brow furrowed with empathy. "That won't happen, Judith. You need to relax. It's not going to change overnight. Besides, there are other jobs out there besides that financial company you keep mentioning."
Judith frowned, her fingers tracing the edge of the cart. "Well, I can't relax. If I could walk like other people, maybe I could find a job more easily."
"Don't underestimate yourself," Rafella encouraged. "There are disabled people who find jobs every day. You can't let frustration take over."
"I'm not frustrated," Judith said, shaking her head. "I just want to secure a future for my daughter. That's why I'm so determined to find work. I need to pay you next week."
Rafella smiled, trying to ease her friend's worry. "That's fine, Judith. You don't have to rush. We're friends; I'm not demanding anything from you. So, what's your plan now?"
"Just to find a nice job. I think Walter is looking for work too," Judith replied, a hint of hope in her tone.
Rafella's eyes lit up. "Oh, that's great! I really like the idea of both of you working again!"
As they turned a corner, they unexpectedly ran into Walter. Judith's face brightened with a warm smile. "Hi, Walter!"
"Hey, Judith! How are you?" Walter greeted, his smile genuine.
"I'm fine, but still struggling to find a job. I don't know where to look anymore," Judith admitted, her voice tinged with disappointment.
"Actually, I found a company I think you'll both like," Walter said, excitement creeping into his voice. "It's called Frenzer Fund Group. I think we should apply there."
Judith's eyes widened. "Oh yes, that sounds like a good idea!"
Rafella chimed in, "Are you both planning to work there now?"
"Absolutely! You heard Walter. I'm excited to apply!" Judith exclaimed.
"That's fantastic! I really hope you both find happiness there," Rafella encouraged.
"I'm sure we will! I also want to tell my dad about it. He suggested I manage his supermarket, and I'd love that too," Judith said, her voice lifting with the possibilities.
Rafella nodded thoughtfully. "You should consider that. It might be a great opportunity for you."
"I've been thinking about it already," Judith replied, a hint of determination in her voice.
"Oh, I just remembered I forgot to get some lemons and cinnamon. I'll be right back!" Rafella said, hurrying off to grab the items.
As Rafella disappeared into another aisle, Judith turned to Walter. "I'm really glad you found that company. Are we definitely going to work there together?"
"Yes, we are," Walter answered, his smile reassuring.
"Great! Do you think it's a trustworthy company?" Judith asked, her brow furrowing slightly.
"Definitely. I did my research, and I think it would be a great fit for both of us," Walter assured her.
Judith smiled, feeling a flicker of hope. "I would be so happy if that happens."
"Are you still considering what your father suggested?" Walter inquired gently.
"Yes, I'm still thinking about it. My sister is deciding to manage that place too, and she wants to work in the company," Judith mentioned, her tone a mix of excitement and concern.
"I thought your sister had a job in Bochum," Walter said, puzzled.
"She did, but she's moving here to Wuppertal. She wants to visit me and move into her new house, which would be wonderful," Judith replied, her eyes sparkling at the thought of seeing her sister every day.
"That sounds amazing! I could share my own news about my sister, but she doesn't really listen to me," Walter said, his expression turning serious.
Judith noted the change in his tone. "Is everything alright with her?"
"She has her struggles. I love helping Jasmin, but it can be exhausting," Walter admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.
"She has Schizophrenia, right? It's not easy for her," Judith said softly, understanding his feelings.
"Exactly. I want to help her, but she resists treatment," Walter replied, his worry evident.
"Maybe she needs more family support. It sounds like she's feeling really alone, especially after losing her best friend," Judith suggested thoughtfully.
Walter sighed. "She talks to herself and seems lost sometimes."
"I know it's tough, but family therapy might help her. Cognitive behavioral therapy could work too," Judith offered, her heart aching for Walter and his sister.
"You're right. I'm just so worried about her," Walter confessed, his voice breaking slightly.
Judith placed a comforting hand on his arm. "It's okay to feel that way. If you need help, I'm here for you."
"Is that really okay?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for reassurance.
"Of course! I want to help," Judith said, her smile warm and sincere.
Walter, relieved, leaned in and kissed her gently. "Thank you, Judith. Your support means the world to me."
At the mean time in the house, Jasmin was heading to her room when she noticed something peculiar. On the table, there were vibrant flowers, their petals glistening under the soft glow of the lamp. A card lay beside them, its edges slightly curled. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and read the handwritten note inside.
"Hey Jasmin,
It's good to see that you're turning to be happy because of me, but remember that you're not alone and you'll always be there for me... And besides, I was so happy that you're always getting better. Please just don't always think about Janina and your imaginary boyfriend, Timo."
The words felt cryptic, echoing in her mind as she tried to decipher their meaning. Who had sent her these flowers? And why did Martin, the last person she expected, seem to know her so well? She was bewildered by the note and even more confused about her feelings.
Later that day, Martin arrived, a basket of chocolates in hand. His cheerful demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos brewing inside Jasmin's mind.
"I was supposedly going to record my voice because obviously, I know you won't understand what I did write a note for you," Martin said, his confident smile lighting up the dimly lit room. "But I could tell you what it was about."
Jasmin crossed her arms, her tone firm. "I know that you've been so concerned for me, but you don't have to do that."
"But I'm always here to help," he insisted, his eyes earnest. "I told you, I'm always here to support your kids, and I'm here to see if they're okay. I can take care of them..."
"But I never asked you to do that. You don't have to be a father figure!" she snapped, the frustration bubbling to the surface.
"I know, but I want to help you," he replied, his voice steady. "Since I want to have a kid with Janina, and I realize she has her own son with Henrik. I came to understand that she only married me because she needed me, not because she loves me."
Jasmin sighed, the weight of their shared experiences heavy in the air. "But let the past rest now. That's what I do. When I saw Janina in one blink, it was just like that... and I accept that this is me."
"Your suffering doesn't matter to me if I can find someone like you. You're unique and beautiful in your own ways," Martin said, leaning closer.
She rolled her eyes, skepticism lacing her voice. "Oh come on now, you don't have to tell me that. I don't even believe that a guy could be so good. Most guys are just bad and only care about one thing."
"Who told you that?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Myself," she replied, her voice softening. "I always believe that many guys are like that, and I tell Sidel to be aware of who might hurt her feelings."
"I understand why you feel that way," Martin said, his gaze steady. "Even if she doesn't understand you."
As they stared at each other, an unexpected impulse surged through Jasmin. She leaned in and kissed him. It was a brief moment, one filled with confusion and longing, but as she pulled away, reality crashed back.
"I'm sorry, I should never have done that, Martin," she stammered, embarrassment flooding her cheeks.
Jasmin fled to the garden, her heart racing. The air felt thick with unresolved emotions. Just then, Timo appeared before her, a figment of her imagination but real enough to feel.
"Where are you going, Jasmin?" he asked, his voice soothing.
"I don't know where to go," she admitted, her thoughts swirling.
"I'm glad you're finally here. Remember the time you told me we would meet today? Here we are," Timo said, his smile warm.
"This isn't the right time for a meeting. I need to find a job," she replied, frustration creeping into her voice.
"Wait, why do you look so rushed?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
"It doesn't matter, just stay with me. I want to forget something," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Well, it matters to me. I know you have a lot of troubles right now. What is it?" he pressed gently.
"I just don't want to brag about it. I want to forget," she repeated, sinking onto a wooden bench.
Timo sat beside her, his presence calming. "Please just stay with me, Timo. I know you're not going to leave me behind."
"I won't. I'm always here for you. Don't forget that," he reassured her.
"But I feel the same way about Martin," she confessed, her voice barely a murmur.
"What?" Timo's surprise was palpable.
"Never mind, just stay here," she urged, grateful for the comfort of his company.
As they sat together on the bench, the weight of her decisions loomed large, but for that moment, she felt a flicker of happiness.