At Rosas Club
"Has anyone seen Elsa?" James asked, even though he was already aware she had resigned from Alice, who had told him.
"No, I haven't seen her," Frida replied.
"She resigned, and it's been weeks now," Judith added. She knew James wasn't yet aware of the incident involving Elsa hitting a VIP guest.
"Okay," James thought, that means she did quit, but why?
"Alright, you're dismissed," James told them.
"Yes, boss," the ladies said, walking away to return to their jobs.
James didn't truly know why Elsa had quit. In the past, when he had handed her that check from the wealthy VIP guest, he could tell the man possessed immense power and influence. The guest had even brought bodyguards and he knew he wanted to sleep with Elsa when he gave her that cheque or something more. At the time, James knew nothing about what was going on between them. However, after seeing Elsa refuse the check out in the parking lot that night, and noticing how the VIP's bodyguards kept everything strictly confidential regarding his stay, James stopped keeping an eye on Elsa. He assumed Jordin had backed away, lost interest, and moved on to someone else. Being busy with his own work, James hadn't kept track of what happened next, figuring she must have simply quit because she wanted to.
Over in the lounge room, Roman leaned back against a brown couch, a phone on his hand. "You called me? That's new," he said, sounding amused.
"Is that a problem?" Catelyn asked, seated comfortably on the sofa in her own home.
"No, it isn't. It's just that you rarely call me." Roman said.
Catelyn's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she crossed her legs. "Well, who am I supposed to call?"
Roman smirked. "Silas," he suggested, a remark that immediately annoyed her.
"You are so annoying right now."
"I know. I was only messing around."
"Typical of you," Catelyn thought. That was just how Roman was—it was what he did best.
"Do you still talk to Silas?" Roman inquired, genuinely curious about the state of her relationship with him now that they had broken apart.
"Yes, I do," she answered, keeping it short and simple.
Roman wanted to ask if she still had feelings for him. He wondered if Catelyn and Silas might eventually make their way back together, so he decided to ask directly, "Do you love Silas? Well, I mean, do you still love him like you used to back then? Do you think you'll be getting back together?"
Catelyn hesitated. Her heart skipped a beat for a second, stirred by the mention of the man she loved. She wasn't entirely sure what to feel yet. "Well, look, Roman, I honestly don't know." She felt like they could still work things out if she truly wanted to, and that Silas would be there if she chose to return to his life.
Roman was surprised by her response. He had assumed she might dodge the question or claim she had completely forgotten about Silas. Deciding to steer the conversation elsewhere, he said gently, "I think it's normal to feel that way. Just be happy and take care of yourself."
"I know that," Catelyn replied.
"So, what are you doing?" he asked, knowing she wanted to drop the subject of Silas.
"Not much, just working through some work matters," she said, even though she wasn't doing any work at all.
"Aren't you bored?" Roman hated working too much; he was a mature adult, but working constantly wasn't his style.
"Well, it's not too bad."
"That's nice. All these meetings are quite stressful for me," Roman admitted, glad at least that he wasn't facing any major setbacks or issues.
"You get used to it," Catelyn said. Part of her was glad Silas was out of her life and that she was moving forward on her own. She was fine being happy without him, even if deep down she still thought about whether they might find their way back to each other one day. For now, however, she was content to stay without him for now.
"I see," Roman said.
They continued chatting, and Catelyn laughed out loud at the jokes Roman told. When the call finally ended, she dropped her phone onto the couch. She thought about Silas, hoping he was happy with the space they had created. Even though she liked her independence, deep within her heart she knew Silas was still in love with her and still longed for her.
Meanwhile, in the spacious living room of the Wayne family mansion, Aaron wore a brown shirt and shorts, while Marcus wore a matching top and shorts. The two sat cross-legged on a large rug, spacious table in front of them were the chess board sat, deeply engrossed in a game of chess and enjoying some quality father-son bonding.
Nearby, Natalia sat cradling their little daughter, Diana, smiling softly at both Marcus and Aaron. Natalia ran a successful bakery shop, which was managed by a team of loyal and trusted employees who maintained high standards of professionalism. Because she trusted her staff completely, she was able to stay home full-time to care for her children, Diana and Marcus, without needing a nanny.
Aaron had always been completely considerate and supportive of her decision to stay home. Natalia considered him a divine blessing in her life, cherishing him deeply for how well he cared for her emotionally, mentally, and in every other way. He was such a sweet husband.
As she looked down at Aaron—with his soft brown hair and warm brown eyes that made her feel truly seen and loved—a loving smile crossed her face. She walked over to take a seat, holding Diana who was busy sucking on her feeding bottle. Natalia knew that many parents never got the chance to truly bond with their children, a reality that felt deeply sad. But she wasn't like that. She loved her children immensely; they were still so small, pure, clueless about the world, and utterly adorable. She was endlessly grateful to be right there to witness every moment of their growth, providing them with all the tender care and attention they deserved.