THE LOVE OF FATE

THE LOVE OF FATE
TAKES TIME.



πŸ’Œ LOVE OF FATE πŸ’Œ


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πŸ€ HAPPY READING πŸ€


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...Life is about surviving and learning to accept, or going and learning to forget....


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A MONTH HAS PASSED.


After a few weeks of therapeutic treatment. Alvin returned as Smith's chief director. The issue of Alvin Smith's return became a byword among companies and outside media. Everything became a hot topic. His issue revolved around "Main Director Smith is back, his opponent is starting to fall flat", the company was taken over and on the verge of collapse for the loss of the director.


Alvin is a smart leader. Handsome, young, charismatic and very disciplined. Alvin is also known as a hardworking, loyal and professional man. Alvin is known as a leader who never betrayed his business colleagues. Alvin serves as a young CEO at one of the largest companies in the country. Smith's company is well developed in several countries in Europe.


And now the chief director is back to lead Smith's company. It became a warm news. Various titles, both pros and cons about Alvin come along.


News:


"After being stirred with the issue of the accident and the loss of memory, even the young and handsome director was reportedly killed and his body dumped into the sea. Now comes the warm news that Alvin has returned and occupied the position of chief director. Is that really the news?"


"Issue spread and reported, Smith's company faced a crisis because of the loss of the cold and decisive director. There is no responsibility to restore it. Many investors withdraw all their capital. And this crisis has had a huge impact on other companies."


"Can the chief director rework Smith's company? While he was having amnesia. The director is no longer what he used to be. And on the other hand, a lot of opponents don't want the young director's return."


The news reached Arlo's ears. The news was reinforced with a text message from one of his men. Allura now lives with Alvin as the son-in-law of the Smith family. Of course it makes Arlo angry.


"Basic moron, stupid..." He threw his phone against the wall of his room.


YOGGGG!


"You dare betray me, Allura. You fucking bitch, cheap girl! You never know how big my love is. Let's see, I'll make sure you come back to me and bend your knees in front of me." Sizzle the man with sharp crossed eyes. He clenched his hands so tightly and smiled wickedly. Eyes shiny. The smile on his lips grew more and more vile.


"Alvin's back? Hahaha ..." His laughter sounded so cruel and dominated the room. Even bigger, in between his laughter he said.


"The destruction of the Smith family is a matter of time. I can't wait for those moments of destruction. You mean Alvin." Highlight his eyes getting darker, the corners of his lips instantly curved upwards and the look of his face turned furious.


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Next day. On a clear morning. For the first time Alvin chaired the meeting, they discussed restoring the company and diverting some issues that had occurred and microprocessor production was rejected by several international markets. They had an impromptu meeting to discuss it.


Alvin formed several teams with the deputy CEOs. Move those teams with different sets of targets. Discuss the strategies they must make for the survival of the company.


Alvin didn't even realize the day had changed. The day was quite long, he was still struggling with the work he could pursue. The work was completely piled up and little by little it could be completed. Alvin had even forgotten the tea that had been provided for him. He took a deep breath, then rubbed his face with his hands. He stretched his muscles, then looked at the ceiling of his room. Trying to forget Ele from her mind. He worked and continued to work, even Alvin chose overtime and slept in the office. But he could not forget Ele easily. His heart scratched a deep and very sick wound. To make it hard to breathe.


Huuufff! Alvin took a deep breath. He tries to calm down so he can continue the rest of his work. Even if he knew it would be hard to do that. Ele's shadow kept coming to his mind. It feels so stifling. He resumed his work. Maybe in this way, he could forget about Ele.


TOK TOK!


Alvin who was busy with his work suddenly his concentration was diverted. He just answered while typing something on his laptop.


"Hmm, come in."


"Excuse me, director. I brought coffee for you."


"Hmm." Alvin murmured. He seemed very focused and busy with his work. His face was flat and cold.


Jessica took a few steps back but remained standing in front of Alvin.


"Ehmm, director sir?"


Alvin exhaled and looked up at Jessica. He raised his eyebrows, looked at Jessica's face and waited for her to continue speaking.


Jessica became very nervous with a look that seemed to dictate that. Alvin seems to be disturbed.


"Emmm. You didn't drink the tea I made earlier. Is there anything less? I can fix it. Maybe your taste buds have changed since....." Jessica suspended her sentence. "Oh my God, what am I doing? You stupid Jessica." said Jessica in her heart when she saw the change in Alvin's face.


"Sorry sir, I don't mean that." Jessica immediately lowered her head while squeezing both her hands.


Alvin was still silent and kept locking his gaze on Jessica.


Deg..deg..deg. Jessica's heart was triggered restless with Alvin's attitude that just remained silent.


"Is there anything else you want to ask?"


Jessica took a breath, then raised her face. He hesitates to say it, but this message must be conveyed to the director. "So Allura's mother called me, she's coming to take me out to dinner."


Alvin raised his eyebrows towards Jessica with a gaze of judgment. "There again?"


Jessica swallowed her saliva repeatedly. He was getting nervous about this situation. "No sir. Excuse me!" he said and turned his body around.


"Jessica," Call Alvin.


Jessica turned her back and replied. "Yes, sir? can I help you?"


"Huh?" Jessica looked confused.


"And now, call Allura, tell me I'm busy and can't keep her promise."


"But, sir..."


"I don't accept excuses, please come out."


"Good sir. Excuse me," Jessica looked down respectfully.


Alvin just replied by muttering, then pulled back the file he released. He refocused on his work piling up.


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Alvin drives his own car. Marvel has set up the GPS address of Smith's residence. He asked Marvel for a few days not to drive for him. Alvin pulled the handbrake and chose not to get off his car. He smiled as soon as he realized it was too late. Some days Alvin is deliberately spending his time working in the office.


Alvin took a deep breath and stared for a moment at the mansion. He still could not expect to return to the house that he thought was still foreign to him. Several weeks of therapy did not help to restore his memory. Alvin doesn't believe he's married. However, marriage licenses and some wedding photos prove the truth that marriage does exist. But why is it still so hard to accept?


"Do I really want to go back to my past?" His inner.


Alvin tried to catch his breath with his mouth open. He buried his face in the steering wheel of the car, trying to brush off the shadow of Ele who was constantly present filled his head. Alvin leaned his back against the chair, then rubbed his face gently. He closed his face for a moment to calm the bitter feeling in his heart. Then Alvin let out a long breath. He finally got out of the car. He walked in when Elijah's mother opened the door for him.


"Good night sir" said Elijah, looking down politely.


"Good night ma'am, you can rest now" said Alvin smiling and taking another step.


"Mr Smith is waiting for you in the lounge."


Alvin fell silent and pegged in his place. After his return, he never spoke to the middle-aged man.


Alvin took a short breath and smiled towards Elijah. "All right, I'm going straight there. Thank you ma'am." said Alvin. He did not show Allura at all.


Alvin stepped out of Elijah. He took another breath when he was at the door.


Tok.dok...


Alvin knocked on that door.


"Hmm, in!" Sounds authentic from within.


Alvin opened the door.


THE CZECH!


Alvin saw his father sitting relaxed while sipping the wine in his hand.


"I've been waiting for you since Alvin. Look, I've spent half this wine." Luke raised the bottle of wine on the table. "Sit down, I've long since missed this kind of atmosphere. Usually we spend the weekend talking about work."


Alvin just kept quiet, he stepped closer to the sofa and sat down before Luke.


"What's your job incriminating you? You're tired and uninspired. If your work is hard, I can ask Marvel to continue with your work. You can go on vacation with your wife for the next few days" said Luke, taking an empty glass and wanting to pour the wine for Alvin.


Suddenly Alvin was surprised and held back his glass so that his father would not have to pour wine into his glass. "I don't drink dad."


Lukas smiled. "Drink a little" said Lukas pouring wine into the beautiful clear legged glass. Luke filled it a quarter and handed it to Alvin.


Alvin received it from Luke's hand. He sipped the wine slowly.


"How, did you accept father's offer. You can go on vacation with Allura. At least to restore your relationship with Allura."


"There's a lot of work to be done, Dad. For the holiday issue, I haven't thought of that."


Luke took a short breath and looked at Alvin. "So Allura cried, you asked her not to come to the office again."


Alvin smiled faintly. "I don't want his presence, interfere with my work, father."


"You guys don't even sleep together. What the hell are you thinking? Allura is your wife. So far, he's been trying his best."


"Didn't he agree to do that? I don't want to accept my condition like this either. I've also been trying to restore this memory."


Luke took his breath, he placed the wine glass in his hand. He looked at Alvin so deeply. It is sad for meaning. "Didn't you feel sorry for your wife?"


"I need dad's time."


"alright. Dad understands. Be nice to Allura. I don't want to see her cry anymore."


Alvin did not answer, he just kept silent while gulping down the wine in his hand.


SERIATE.....


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